Yeah, in the booth, gettin´ high Yeah, goin´ up, so I gotta hold it down Yeah, all the bad bitches outside Yeah, freak bitch, finna take her to the house Swear I been a real nigga all my life
Smoke fire blunt, that´s a high-five You ain´t tryna run it up, boy, you fried Ain´t shit but that money on my mind
Every single day, I be on the grind All that shit fake, nigga just rhyming Nigga, take the cap off, quit lying Nigga, I just wanna shine like my diamonds On the way to the top, I been climbing I been smoking za, gettin´ higher than the pilot Stackin´ all this guap, nigga, now my money piling Finally, all this hard work done paid off How the fuck I woke up to a check on my day off? Brodie been swingin´ them sticks, he don´t play golf Got a hood bitch, she´ll spray you with some mace, dog
Until you come up, all you gotta do is stay down In the party, brodie got it tucked, he don´t play ´round All I gotta do is spit a bar to get paid now And they know my bro´ll lit a spark if it came down to it Bitch at the spot, ass up and her face down (Ugh)
Yeah, in the booth, gettin´ high Yeah, goin´ up, so I gotta hold it down Yeah, all the bad bitches outside Yeah, freak bitch, finna take her to the house Swear I been a real nigga all my life Smoke fire blunt, that´s a high-five You ain´t tryna run it up, boy, you fried Ain´t shit but that money on my mind
Ain´t my birthday, but I run that cake up
I´m a real stoner, fire it up on the wakeup You just now got you some money, boy, you late, bruh I´m tryna ball on ´em, I don´t got no time to lay up Niggas be tellin´ fake stories, yeah, they made up She was trippin´, had to tell her tie her lace up When you finally get you some money, they gon´ hate you I ain´t never need a bitch, all I need is that paper That ho catfish, she ain´t shit without makeup Big bitch, shorty got that ass, told her, "Shake somethin´" Big blick, brodie´s stick look like a ray gun All these broke niggas what I gotta stay ´way from
How the fuck you say you got a bag, but ain´t made nothin´? If it ain´t about a bag, then don´t say nothin´ to me Livin´ dreams with my day-ones Ice on my neck, young nigga spent that pape´ on ten
Yeah, in the booth, gettin´ high Yeah, goin´ up, so I gotta hold it down Yeah, all the bad bitches outside Yeah, freak bitch, finna take her to the house Swear I been a real nigga all my life Smoke fire blunt, that´s a high-five You ain´t tryna run it up, boy, you fried Ain´t shit but that money on my mind, yeah (Cheeze)