(Roll up & get high to)
(Roll up & just drive to)
(Five star restaurants, this ain't no drive thru)
(You can't kick it with me if you got an attitude)
(I ain't dealin' with it baby, leave that shit at home)
(Light another one up and get in my zone)
(Throw on DND I ain't pickin' up my phone)
(Sometimes I just wanna be)
Huh
This the typa shit you roll up and get high to
This the typa shit you ride around and vibe to
Five star restaurants, this ain't no drive thru
Baby, please don't come up to me if you got an attitude
I ain't dealin' with it, baby, leave that shit at home
Light another one up and get in my zone
Throw on DND, I ain't pickin' up my phone
Sometimes I just wanna be left alone
You can catch me at the crib or at the studio
Feel like I'm Michael Jackson, get my groove on
Weed for the low, like I had a coupon
Bitch swallow all my kids like a group home
We gettin' money over here, we ain't on that
You hear the bass in the beat, this fasho slap
My face good in the streets, don't need no strap
I'm runnin' to the money like a nigga runnin' laps
This the typa shit you roll up and get high to
This the typa shit you ride around and vibe to
Five star restaurants, this ain't no drive thru
Baby, please don't come up to me if you got an attitude
I ain't dealin' with it, baby, leave that shit at home
Light another one up and get in my zone
Throw on DND, I ain't pickin' up my phone
Sometimes I just wanna be left alone
When I die, bury me with all my jewelry
Ooh, baby girl, I like just what you do to me
Take another trip, huh, this ain't new to me
I'm one of one, but she said she want two of me
Me goin' broke, that shit is just impossible
Me fallin' off, the chances are improbable
Ion do alcohol, I need somethin' that's more tolerable
We got me so high, I'm feelin' like I'm astronomical
This is for the eses, the vatos, the mac's and the real P's
If you ain't livin' like that, then you ain't know what I mean
This is for the bitches on the blade and the real 16's
And when you got it like this, you wanna be what I be
When you got it like this, you wanna smoke what I smoke
When you got it like this, you gotta tote what I tote
When you got it like this, if it's smoke, then it's smoke
When you got it like this, you wanna pour what I pour
This the typa shit you roll up and get high to
This the typa shit you ride around and vibe to
Five star restaurants, this ain't no drive thru
Baby, please don't come up to me if you got an attitude
I ain't dealin' with it, baby, leave that shit at home
Light another one up and get in my zone
Throw on DND, I ain't pickin' up my phone
Sometimes I just wanna be left alone
This is for the eses, the vatos, the mac's and the real P's
If you ain't livin' like that, then you ain't know what I mean
This is for the bitches on the blade and the real 16's
And when you got it like this, you wanna be what I be
When you got it like this, you wanna smoke what I smoke
When you got it like this, you gotta tote what I tote
When you got it like this, if it's smoke, then it's smoke
When you got it like this, you wanna pour what I pour
You can catch me at the crib or at the studio
Feel like I'm Michael Jackson, get my groove on
Weed for the low like I had a coupon
Bitch swallow all my kids like a group home