[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah nigga, I only fuck with a certain type of niggas man One hundred, ayy Drew put some delay on my voice Put some reverb on there and turn me up Niggas got it fucked up Probably thinking its a game I might smile a lot But I ain't playing with 'em I'm up at eight, I work all night I'm rolling weed, I'm on the flight Soon as I land I'm gonna write I'm on the grind 40 hours, 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros Flying all around the world Like I'm a fucking hero Pouring it straight out a bottle That's how we drink Cliquot And we all from the same hood That's why we feel the same thing Like say if one of our pockets hurting We all gon' feel the same pain Always smoking out the car service Police escorting, not at all nervous We the bomb, search us Penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it Old school backseat, with the stash in it Big joint, OG mixed with hash in it And it's TGOD, you niggas last minute Your flow last year, the swag last fall You just the last place, you ain't gon' last at all
[Hook] You niggas want kush, we got ounces You niggas want cookies, we got pounds You niggas want kush, we got ounces You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
[Verse 2: Chevy Woods] You know its Taylor Gang or die Haha, word Ah, fresh out the spot where they selling You gotta pay 'em to cook Ain't no rules out this motherfucker Who sold you that book Bitch we down when its cracking Around my way and you know that Can get more than I ever asked So be afraid of the go back Hear them talking, I'm cool and moving No cameras, respect the shooters I'm out on this money train You don't know about hustle, do you? It's everything in or nothing Bitch you know how I get down You wasn't mad at me before So why is you mad at me now? The alcohol got you talking You do the same thing, and the cops Know conversation, know where we playing Only for money calls only That mean I can't deal with them old games That you trynna kick, this ain't Shinobi I told her baby you thirsty She responded I'm cool Said your wrist, its got water I told her bitch this a pool Feel me gang that, or concrete dive head first But if you owe me money, I need my bread first
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[Verse 3: Berner] What you smoking on man? Aha What you got in your bag though bruh? The same shit, new bitch with me Buy 20, run through 50 I'm running through the stop lights, late night I told baby girl get your cake right That kush doesn't taste right You take it to the head All you smell is cake, K, and cookie smoke in the Benz Where my roof go, I stack up quick, while they move slow White girls in my room, I'm smoking while they do blow Plush life, no crushed ice I'm 20k in the game, my bookie loves life But fuck it, I like to blow cash I don't tuck it, its nothing Two first class flights to the function 20 zans, 120 grand, in the city where the pretty girls dance And them plants grow, in the warehouse Skinny cash, if you pass me bullshit, I'mma laugh I'm the man, no lie baby