Internet Money – Blastoff (ft. Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd) (Audio, Lyrics)

Internet Money - Blastoff (ft. Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd) (prod. Taz Taylor, Pharaoh Vice, Repko, Nick Mira & KC Supreme)

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Internet Money features the late Juice WRLD on “Blastoff”, also featuring Trippie Redd. Listen, stream, buy, watch the lyric video, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by Taz Taylor, Pharaoh Vice, Repko, Nick Mira & KC Supreme.

Internet Money Blastoff
Internet Money Blastoff

Nick Mira and Taz Taylor’s Internet Money collective delivered their stacked compilation project B4 The Storm, featuring appearances from Young Nudy, Future, Wiz Khalifa, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, Lil Keed, Nav, Don Toliver, Trippie Redd, and the late Juice WRLD. Given that the young artist passed away at the age of twenty-one, the only new music we’ll be getting from Juice WRLD is of the posthumous variety. Given that Mira and Juice WRLD were close friends and collaborators, it’s no wonder that the Legends Never Die rapper’s presence was represented on the album.

Juice’s lone contribution to B4 The Storm arrives by way of “Blastoff,” a melodic collaboration with Trippie Redd. By now, those familiar with both parties can likely predict what this one sounds like — which is to say, emotional lyrics packed with a sorrowful tinge of regret. “Devil horns on an angel, still haven’t learned my lesson,” sings Juice WRLD.

Internet Money – Blastoff (ft. Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd) (prod. Taz Taylor, Pharaoh Vice, Repko, Nick Mira & KC Supreme)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Internet Money, bitch
Hahahaha, Nick, you’re stupid

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
Craving your love, it’s heart-attacking me
Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I cannot show these bitches no sympathy
Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me
I was just fortunate, got the remedy
Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD]
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (Uh)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
You picked that knife up and you stabbin’ me
Wish it was a paper cut, but it’s a gash, I bleed out
And the way you keep harassin’ me
It’s a shame this the way that it has to be, oh
Uh, yeah, time is of the essence
You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend
Devil horns on a angel, still haven’t learned my lesson (Uh)
We’re a mess and our life’s a wreck (Hey)
Toxic, toxic, toxic
The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin’
I should’ve turned away when I found out you were demonic
Let’s be honest, you’re the devil’s daughter
Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars
We gon’ run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers
We gon’ give ’em hell and I put that on my mama
Me and Trippie Redd boolin’ back in the Bahamas

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
Craving your love, it’s heart-attacking me
Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese

[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Gang, gang, gang
Probably fuckin’ your mama
Three K on my wrist like André
Servin’ like entrée
Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?

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