[Verse 1: Noreaga] So there's about a million ways to make a million dollars I know some chicks who try to make it from they baby fathers I know some niggas that will shoot you right in front the cops And do that 23 hour locked in the box As a youth I prayed I make it out of poverty Without rap, I would still be into robbery Self conscious, self made Got my life out of coach, upgrade They try to claim it's a brand new game Some brand new nigga sounded brand new lames A brand new view from young OG's perspective I love Newport so I iced out the necklace I grew out of that, and got rid of it And made chicks eat chicks on they period, eww Uh that's nasty, got a song with Cassie That should prolly tell you that I'm at least half classy Reefer smoke, reefer smoke, fuck it let the reefer smoke They can't afford the sour so they go and get the cheaper smoke It's premeditated, I'm a highly dedicated Highly medicated, shit, fuck it nigga
[Verse 2: Curren$y] Smoking a Jernt, scribbled in my tablets Stone thoughts nigga, scared of brain mathematics Weed blurring my vision Still see them digits add up to that Bentley truck Parking sensor's beeping when I back up I ain't got it now, but by the time you hear this I instagram that motherfucker, hot boxing it So many clouds we smoking, looking like a rolling explosion Them bad bitches know him, kush and Gucci cologne Releasing they pheromones, she horny Looking for escape route, her man's be on it Cops style, that bitch wild, I'm parked outside, I'm waiting on her Back door flow, ho sled in the coupe with weed rolled up Drove off, Jet life never die, G code Cause Pinky finger's frozen, Cuban link golden Only built for that shit that them niggas kill for Audio dope, fly as everything you never saw, forever raw Yeah, that's us dog
[Verse 3: Styles P] Nigga you ain't getting high, what the fuck you give a fuck for I just float, and watch the money come Hustle when I was 12, own shit when I was 21 Whether walking or driving, I'm on the money run Do it for jail niggas, microwaving they honey bun Now everybody 'bout that life You got shooters, I'm a shoot an eye out your life That's the off switch, boss shit, couple niggas and corpses Ask the security, y'all niggas up in the office I get busy with the pounds, keys, and Taurus That's a loaded gun, nigga start the Vet, let the motor run Light the jedi, watch Yoda come Tell em fuck em all nigga yeah I said it I like to buy my shit, I don't care for credit You can blank it out, I don't care to edit Any rapper alive is who I dare to set it, yeah It's Ghost, Spitta, and NO, let your man know I have your face looking like you just fucked up an endo Ew, nigga, ew, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
