For real man, we need that whip
Thats the car I need
Motherfcker hit a plane and the plane blew up
Ugh, yup
Standing in the mirror
My visions of that money getting clearer
Scratch that, its getting nearer
Some of this actually happened
I was weed nappin
Wasnt shit
Now they pay us for the raps we kick
My hotel smell like confidence
They hate us but that weed smoke bring on compliments
So roll this paper
Tell the waitress – get my drink from off the coaster
Bring the bitch that love to smoke and get the weight from off my shoulders
Interlude
Yea, I be flying everywhere nigga
Sometimes I dont even know where the fck Im at
I be waking up – random motherfckers be knocking on my door and shit
Like who the fck is that?
Nosey ass cleaning lady
You wanna hit this weed?
Staged from your make-up
Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up
Young nigga, but got my cake up
Now Im hoppin off of the plane
Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit
Look at my bitch, weed is shit
Probably high – waht they say when they see us
But they never say that we broke
Kush in every J that we smoke
Putting rings on ever finger
Never put em up, just let the smoke linger
Champagne for the girls, straight shots for my niggas
Started small but now the money getting bigger
It all get better with time
Rather go hard instead of unwind
And play your part and Imma play mine
Interlude 2
Feel me?
Motherfckers always speakin out of turn
They dont know nothin about this shit
Thats why Im me and youre you
Matter of fact, fck that
This Taylor Gang
TGOD nigga
Aint shit changed gang
What up Ricky P
Richard
Dont smoke that pound without me Richard
Dont eat your dinner in the bathroom
Outro
Jim Brown smash baby
Oh shit! We get to see the tits?
Here we go!
Get her Jim! Get her Jim!
Oh shit!
Im fresh off the plane
I dont get no sleep, God damn