How you gon be cold as us?
Your kush aint rolled up
Your cars aint old enough
Champagne aint cold enough
Money still fold up
You aint buying no clubs
You aint getting no love
But my niggas so thug
You aint getting thrown up
Smell me when I roll up
I glow like Leroy
My fro like Sho Nuff
Cant get poured up
Everything slowed up
Fuck niggas hate us
Rich niggas know us
Im riding with gangstas
So I dont need no cup
Im drinking out the bottle
Riding with the top down
Smoking on A.C
Twenty five thousand
Bout to blow it out in A.C
Niggas join us cause they cant beat us
Aint nann nigga play me
Keep talking them pounds
Im blowing that daily
Im smoking that good reefer
My eyes all lazy
Niggas see me getting that money
So they look at me crazy
My niggas out here stunting
Doing drugs all mainey
Im buying brand new cars and shit
I get high all day, I aint coming down
The tweak is heavy, its going round
Rolling up airplanes, bout to catch an airplane
Riding in my old-school, listening to old school
Doing it how a Gs supposed to do
Its getting cold, I might close the roof
Made it up to first class, staying in first class
Remember when I aint have first class, now Im the only nigga in first class
Started with a bus pass, then I copped a old-school
Now I got so many cars, I aint got enough room
Twenty mil and got more to go
Roll some weed and then roll some mo
Im just going insane trying to figure you out, baby