Blasé - Live from The Village, Los Angeles

Over there and over there, okay (cut it up)

Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I'm just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Blasé, blasé, blasé
Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé, I'm just

Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé (blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé)
Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Oh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah (blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé)
Blasé, blasé, blasé

Started from the ground (ground)
I'm that n- now (now)
I stay with the loud (loud)
Can you hear me now?
And my b- cold (cold)
She a centerfold (she a centerfold)
Put her on a stand (ah)
And she never told

Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I'm just
Whipping Maserati
I'm just (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Blasé, blasé, I'm just (hey, hey, hey)
Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé, I'm just

Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé (hey, hey, I don't need a race)
Whipping Maserati, I'm just
(Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr) (blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé)
Oh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah

I break the bank like an athlete, huh
Shawty krunk drunk, fucking up her new Louboutins
If I, if I let her in my Masi', she might be a trending topic
Before she gotta ride it, bust it, pop it, blasé, blasé
Been spent your rent and I'm still blowing big faces
Something 'bout them Ben Franklins make any bitch get naked
Crew got the juice, bitch you don't need no chasers
Ball on these n-, I need knee replacements

Ordered up a hundred Rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I'm just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Blasé, blasé
Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé

Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé (blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé)
Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Oh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah (hey, hey)

Sipping out the jug until I feel it in my body
I was, uh, hoping you were salty when you saw me
Keep her rowdy, seen around me, all we do is dip and dab
Got twin turbos on twin turbos and them bitches really smash
It's a fifty-fifty chance I might, ditch ya (ditch ya)

Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé (yeah)
Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Blasé, blasé, blasé
Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé