Women, Weed, & Weather

Verse

Blowin' big trees, forest in the lungs,

Cash rainin', every drop weighin' tons,

Gold chains swayin', pendulum flex,

Call me ATM, cashin' mad checks,

Roll the green, spinach to a sailor,

Car doors butterfly, flappin', Taylor,

Money dance, feet move, tsunami step,

Career in the high rise, sky's never slept,

Chillin' like a villain, cheese stack Eiffel,

Dollar bills gospel, riches my Bible,

Land of palm trees, where dreams grow taller,

Lean back, green crack, pockets no smaller,

Westside ridin', tires screechin', bold,

Countin' these riches, fingers dipped in gold,

Bud so loud, whole block hits mute,

Hustlin' in the sunshine, wearin' fresh suits.

Chorus

I fuck bad bitches

and I smoke good weed

I still cash mad checks

come and fuck with me

we from the west coast

where we smoke good weed

now this bad little thang

wanna fuck with me

Verse

Cash stacks higher, green fiends on my payroll,

Blowing clouds so thick, call it angel halo.

Pockets obese, money making cardio,

Ridin' on the green wave, got me feelin' Mario.

Catch a buzz, I'm a bee in the money hive,

Chains swingin' in my garden, stayin' alive.

Dollar bills, call 'em leaves in an autumn breeze,

Smoke floats upward, climb like fees.

Switch lanes, funds multiply when I exhale,

Invest in dreams, profits never fail.

Sativa schemes, plantin' seeds for the lore,

Growin' empires, greens galore.

Chorus

I fuck bad bitches

and I smoke good weed

I still cash mad checks

come and fuck with me

we from the west coast

where we smoke good weed

now this bad little thang

wanna fuck with me