[Lyric] BLAH BLAH BLAH (Jerome The Prince)

[Chorus]
They be hating cause I’m really in my bag
They be hating cause I’m murdering these tracks
Aw man, I can’t blame them, I’d be jealous too
Take a L, to be honest I don’t ever do
Fuck boys talking to me all I hear is blah blah blah
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Man I’m just laughing in their face, I’m like ha ha ha
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha

[Verse 1]
Life is what you make it man I swear that shit the truth
All I do is get the bag, most of y’all need to get a clue
You know it’s real when your money went from green to looking blue
And if you don’t know what I mean by that, this song is not for you
Cause I make music for the real onеs who stay, putting them hours in
They sour that I’m making dough, just give mе my flowers man
No one man should have all that power
I’m even making money while I’m singing in the shower
You against me, is like Bron versus Crowder
Living by the beach by spitting fire like I’m Bowser
Homie you won’t make no paper if you acting coward
The biggest clowns on this planet, Jerome’s doubters
(You against me, is like Bron versus Crowder)
(Living by the beach by spitting fire like I’m Bowser)
(Homie you won’t make no paper if you acting coward)
(The biggest clowns on this planet, Jerome’s doubters)
[Chorus]
They be hating cause I’m really in my bag
They be hating cause I’m murdering these tracks
Aw man, I can’t blame them, I’d be jealous too
Take a L, to be honest I don’t ever do
Fuck boys talking to me all I hear is blah blah blah
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Man I’m just laughing in their face, I’m like ha ha ha
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha

[Verse 2]
They finna know the boy, I stay connected like a router
I’ve been stunting on them since a youngin watching Chowder
They think they finna smoke me, i just hit them with a counter
These fellas washed up, man i call them Dwight Howard
They say that money talks well my money talks louder
Happy Boys finna run this shit, the world’s ours
Always go the extra miles, I ain’t talking Prowler
My wifey looking like a snack, I’m finna devour
Aye, and you know that I be coming with the real shit
You don’t even need no hands to feel this
Aye, Aye, Number one, like the number Fields is
Aye aye, hit it from the back she getting chills quick

[Chorus]
They be hating cause I’m really in my bag
They be hating cause I’m murdering these tracks
Aw man, I can’t blame them, I’d be jealous too
Take a L, to be honest I don’t ever do
Fuck boys talking to me all I hear is blah blah blah
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Man I’m just laughing in their face, I’m like ha ha ha
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha