conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Blah Blah Blah (Remix) with the following description: 
  Rich Homie Quan dropped this exclusive remix on Sway In The Morning. The remix to this track features Ty Dolla $ign, DeJ Loaf, and Fabolous.
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXVR-fUga7s Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
  It was hard to hear at first
  I couldn’t understand what you sayin’
  And these bitches bound to get hurt
  ‘Cause a lot of these niggas be playin’
  And I fuck with shorty on the low
  And I know she know I’m the man
  So that extra shit gotta go
  She probably don’t know that I fucked her friend
  If she ask about it
  I’m a be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
  When she try to argue with me
  I be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
  Trying to get back with me
  I be like, “Hell nah nah nah”
  And we ain’t talking about no money
  I’m like, “Blah blah blah blah”
  [Verse 1: Fabolous]
  I said, nigga be talkin' that blah
  'Til you walk up with that blah, we ain't playin'
  Heard he got hit in his eye
  Heard he got bust in his mouth, see I'm sayin'?
  Shorty gon' get on that D
  First she gon' get on her knees, she ain't prayin'
  Told her I'ma run it right back
  Dog it ain't even like that, she ain't stayin'
  I ain't got no fuckin' time, 'less it's fuckin' time
  You ain't with it, go, please don't waste my fuckin' time
  Got places to go, got people to see
  Got this kilo on my neck, I'm just keepin' it G
  Niggas dissin' for a listen, waitin' for a mention
  Niggas lose all respect tryna gain attention
  All this extra shit, man I need choppers with extensions
  And all this work out here, you'd think we're waitin' on a pension, nigga [Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
  It was hard to hear at first
  I couldn’t understand what you sayin’
  And these bitches bound to get hurt
  ‘Cause a lot of these niggas be playin’
  And I fuck with shorty on the low
  And I know she know I’m the man
  So that extra shit gotta go
  She probably don’t know that I fucked her friend
  If she ask about it
  I’m a be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
  When she try to argue with me
  I be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
  Trying to get back with me
  I be like, “Hell nah nah nah”
  And we ain’t talking about no money
  I’m like, “Blah blah blah blah”
  [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
  Every time I talk to my baby mama
  She like "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
  Every time I fuck on my Spanish bitch
  She call me papa
  Every time I hit the club
  I came with all of my niggas
  Them niggas over there, they broke
  I take all of their bitches
  I spend all of this money
  Then get it right back in the morning
  Got that Sprite in my cup
  With some of that you ain't even know it
  Wash that zanny down with that Möet
  I be fucked up but I never show it
  Bought 10 bottles, I ain't even pour up
  I just came to make the shit go up
  Yeah, ball out on these hoes
  Bars out on these hoes, I'll leave without these hoes
  That's on my mama, that's on the game
  It's so loud, I can't hear what you're sayin' [Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
  It was hard to hear at first
  I couldn’t understand what you sayin’
  And these bitches bound to get hurt
  ‘Cause a lot of these niggas be playin’
  And I fuck with shorty on the low
  And I know she know I’m the man
  So that extra shit gotta go
  She probably don’t know that I fucked her friend
  If she ask about it
  I’m a be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
  When she try to argue with me
  I be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
  Trying to get back with me
  I be like, “Hell nah nah nah”
  And we ain’t talking about no money
  I’m like, “Blah blah blah blah”
  [Verse 3: Dej Loaf]
  I done made a hundred K this week
  Lord, why they wanna hate on me?
  All white, not a stain on me
  Diamonds dance like K.O.D
  Pimp shit, should have a cane on me
  I'm in Saks, no c'est la vie
  I don't Tampa, that's 813
  Them niggas know I'm from the 313
  This bitch think she fuckin' with me
  Tell her body bag herself
  And I did this on my own
  I ain't ever ask for help
  Fuck you mean? That's that cash you smelled
  Talk crazy, no pastors here
  Make a pussy do a backwards flip
  Hallelujah yeah the pastor's here
  Choppers spit, ch-choppers out
  Chopper style, hundred rounds
  Get on the ground, don't make a sound, yeah, yeah
  Keep runnin' your mouth, have them boys run in your house
  Silencer don't make a sound
  Blah, blah, blah, blah
  These pussies off their mark [Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
  It was hard to hear at first
  I couldn’t understand what you sayin’
  And these bitches bound to get hurt
  ‘Cause a lot of these niggas be playin’
  And I fuck with shorty on the low
  And I know she know I’m the man
  So that extra shit gotta go
  She probably don’t know that I fucked her friend
  If she ask about it
  I’m a be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
  When she try to argue with me
  I be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
  Trying to get back with me
  I be like, “Hell nah nah nah”
  And we ain’t talking about no money
  I’m like, “Blah blah blah blah”