| I done smoked weed with the best of them |
| I got me more money than the rest of them |
| I’m just doin' big things, I’m finessin' them |
| Real niggas, ain’t too many left of 'em |
| Left of 'em, ain’t too many left of 'em |
| Left of 'em, ain’t too many left of 'em |
| I’m just doin' big things, I’m finessin' them |
| Real niggas, ain’t too many left of 'em |
| Weed and some gin, weed and some gin |
| She wanna fuck me and her friend, me and her friend |
| Be there once, we’ll be there again, be there again |
| Fuck her once, then seen in a win, all these Benjamins |
| Got me spendin' cake like a nigga baked it |
| Stay away from all the hate, I don’t do the fake shit |
| I got more money to make and soon as I make it |
| I’ma split it with my gang, sorry if you ain’t in |
| Rollin' weed up on the plane, only smokin' papers |
| Run up on your main bitch, teach her how to take dick |
| She ain’t even say shit, other niggas' basic |
| I’m on some outer space shit, come and ride my spaceship |
| Fucked her and she came quick |
| I done smoked weed with the best of them |
| I got me more money than the rest of them |
| I’m just doin' big things, I’m finessin' them |
| Real niggas, ain’t too many left of 'em |
| Left of 'em, ain’t too many left of 'em |
| Left of 'em, ain’t too many left of 'em |
| I’m just doin' big things, I’m finessin' them |
| Real niggas, ain’t too many left of 'em |
| I’m intact, I can’t fuck with you fuckboys |
| I’m multi, Tiffany my new toy |
| Just pulled up in a foreign with a foreigner |
| Your bitch textin' my phone but I’m ignorin' her |
| I guess it goes down in the DM |
| Now I’m burnin' head in the PM |
| Havin' problems in your house, it might be my fault |
| I just knocked your bitch on a IO Hawk |
| Fuck a hater, get some money, yeah them my thoughts |
| Brown bags in the closet, that’s my fault |
| Bitches fuckin' for designer, niggas killin' for attention |
| Talkin' million dollar shit when they ain’t even seen a million |