Текст песни
Boss lifestyle is the way that I live
Do another show, spend it on fits
Cars in the driveway, pounds in the crib
Always stoned but I still handle business
Schedule full, that's how a billionaire livin'
I roll that one up, you can tell how it's hittin'
A pound just came, you can smell from the kitchen
A boss just ate, you can tell by the dishes
My smoke too strong, I got everybody lifted
My pack too loud, what you smokin' on whispers
Your bitch just ain't the same, mine's different
In Seattle for a few hours just to kick it
Your songs ain't fuckin' with mine, that's my opinion
She gotta bring that money on time to get my attention
She know that I'm the one because of the cars driven
Gotta hit the target every time, not attemptin'
Started off shy, hit the weed, she actin' friendly
Roll 'em in the sky, brought a P for the visit
Always stay high, my team always crispy
One hundred with that shit, you can miss me
Put that little money up, it don't impress me
Used to be my dog, now he act like the enemy
You can't hit my phone, you can't hit the tree
Got my money long 'cause ain't shit for free
Put a lot of kush in the streets
We all got somethin' to roll, everybody eats
Now everybody roll, everybody known to eat
Ballin' in this bitch, feelin' just like Kobe, B
I like my money neat, bad bitch, she petite
I done rocked Dior sneaks and spent some bands on these jeans
Maybach with four seats, came with chrome havin' loafers
Uh, uh, pickin' out the car, eeny, miny, moe
Uh, uh, rollin' out the boat, seein' how it smoke
Ayy, and that shit in the air, it ain't on the floor
Always stay high, my team always crispy
One hundred with that shit, you can miss me
Put that little money up, it don't impress me
Used to be my dog, now he act like the enemy
You can't hit my phone, you can't hit the tree
Got my money long 'cause ain't shit for free
Put a lot of kush in the streets