[Bridge:]
Quarter brick on the scale, watch me weight that s**t up
S**t is so much work that I need me a truck
Quarter brick on the scale, watch me weight that s**t up
S**t is so much work that I need me a truck

[Hook:]
I’m smokin’ weed and gettin’ money, smokin’ weed and gettin’ money
Smokin’ weed and gettin’ money, smokin’ weed and gettin’ money
Smokin’ weed… and gettin’ money
Smokin’ weed… and gettin’ money
I’m smokin’ weed and gettin’ money, smokin’ weed and gettin’ money
Smokin’ weed and gettin’ money, smokin’ weed and gettin’ money
Smokin’ weed… and gettin’ money
Smokin’ weed… and gettin’ money

[Verse:]
I’mma leave that s**t to Sosa, I don’t think that I’m Kobe
I be overseas with it, b***h, I think I’m Ginobili
And my shooter’s Lewinsky, 42 off that whiskey
Lay you down somethin’ quickly, no misdemeanor, no Missy
Yeah them felonies, I know ‘bout
Shootouts, I know ‘bout
Coke sellin’, I know ‘bout
Dope sellin’, I know ‘bout
You don’t know s**t, boy
Talkin’ out your mouth
Lights off, they masks on, and they right outside your house
Them gold chains, buy some gold bottles that we drinkin’ up in that vip
That’s what I sell and I’m fly as Hell
You with that bird-mouth-a** b***h
Take it to the top ‘cause I’m from the bottom
You n****s know me, real s**t
But let me break it down, we smokin’ weed, gettin’ money up in this b***h

[Hook:]

[Verse 2:]
Gangbang, that’s 48, a hundred n****s on the left side
F****d around with my n***a O now I’m leanin’ out on the Westside
Ftr to my North n****s, Pennex out on that Eastside
Big duke from that Mon Yough where they known for lettin’ them heats fly
Sixty grand on my watch, n***a – try somethin’, get shot, n***a
The ‘hood got f****d up when Big, Dre and Loc got locked up, n***a
Young n****s have metal too – Olympic-style, they’ll medal you
I was out on that ocean view – f**k you think you want me to do?
They holler and give back – but they ain’t never give me s**t
I put the ‘hood on my back – and I was never on no weak s**t
P***y b*****s like y’all? I smell y’all b*****s from far
But I’m just countin’ my bread, and smokin’ out of that jar

[Bridge:]

[Hook:]
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