(Hook)
Blame it on the block
Chasin cash and you know that I won't stop
Get the bag till you see my body drop
Feed the fam and you know its fuck the ops
Blame it on the block
Chasin cash and you know that I won't stop
Get the bag till you see my body drop
Feed the fam and you know its fuck the ops

(2 Papi Verse)
I don't chase that bag cause I like it
Runnin to the money cause im trynna change my life and
I know that you wanna see me puttin up a fight and
Put me in the corner and im comin back like Tyson
Feel like Tyson (Woah)
Be like Bryson (Don't)
Most of ya be hype man
Different type of timing
I don't got no time to play around
Im moving spooky cause I know they trynna take me down
They ain't love me they gon hate me now
I'm makin moves around these n***as I don't make a sound
Prices
Tell me what your price is
There ain't nothing priceless
Get up out ya vices

(Hook)
Blame it on the block
Chasin cash and you know that I won't stop
Get the bag till you see my body drop
Feed the fam and you know its fuck the ops
Blame it on the block
Chasin cash and you know that I won't stop
Get the bag till you see my body drop
Feed the fam and you know its fuck the ops

(Verse)
(Young 2)
Tired of living life so crazy
I just wanna have a future set up for my baby
I know that im ever in some trouble you won't save me
Leave me out to dry I won't ever let it phase me
I don't trust a soul
And im always in that mode
They be plottin on the low
But im always in control
You know papi stay equipped
They ain't never gonna hit
Competition that's a lick
Ima leave a n***a sick
Ima leave a n***a down
That boy he a clown
Talkin bout my sound
Boy look at me now
Your girl wanna date me
She think im amazing
You be moving lazy
You caught in a daydream
(Hook)
Blame it on the block
Chasin cash and you know that I won't stop
Get the bag till you see my body drop
Feed the fam and you know its fuck the ops
Blame it on the block
Chasin cash and you know that I won't stop
Get the bag till you see my body drop
Feed the fam and you know its fuck the ops

(T-Shyne Verse)
Posted on the block fuck a cop yea
I need enough guap to buy a yacht yea
I bet the big Glock'll make you stop yea
Im gon get this money till I drop yea
She wanna fuck me cause im bout to pop yea
I just put ya bitch up on the block yea
I just put some money on some stocks yea
I got some pussy told her thanks a lot yea
I just made some money from a plot yea
I just be blowin on strong
Don't you be callin my phone
I got ya bitch all in my home
I got some weight all on the arm
Smokin on backwood no bong
Fuckin ya bitch to my songs
(Hook)
Blame it on the block
Chasin cash and you know that I won't stop
Get the bag till you see my body drop
Feed the fam and you know its fuck the ops