Smoke Sum’n

One for the money, yes sir, two for the show

But I ain't steppin on the stage until they

Count up all my cash flow

Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone

Wantin' to be left alone, again at home, listen to Soulja Slim

I spread that dough out, rolling pin, slice it up

With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins, I'm riding

Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name

Out'chea stay poppin up at the red carpet

My green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas b**ch and one of your hoes

Highed up, I like what she working with, that's why we hired her

We put her on the set, tattoo calligarphy love the Jets

Love and respect, we passing you the f**k up

Ain't passing you none of my bud

That's why you standing 'round us bruh!

Are you accounted for?

Who brung you? You don't speak the code bro

Yo slick tongue done hung you

You walking down the aisle with the same b**ches we run through

I'm in the bank line, empire, I build this for us to eat

Inside is the lunch room, outside is looking wild and hungry fool

Shut the door so they don't see us light a joint or two.

Got stopped in the mall the other day

I heard a call from the other way

Where I just came from, some ni**a was saying something

Talking about smoking something.

Got stopped in the mall the other day

I heard a call from the other way

Where I just came from, some b**ches was saying something

Talking about smoking something.

Let me gon' light me one up for all my trouble

I'm chillin with this b**ch who think we make the perfect couple

But she trippin, I'm sippin on some bubbly with no bubbles

It's me, that's who, I put this sh*t together like puzzles

I'm puzzled: is it me or niggas is lame?

You're coward-hearted, yellow, lemon merengue

I'm about to change my name from \"Dwayne\" to \"Deranged\"

To be a billionaire I got a shot like Danny Ainge

My gang wear red, your b**ch a air head

But I still break her off like a f**kin chair leg

And Tunechi, ya heard me, you don't deserve me

Swag so sick so injury reserve me

I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban

But knowing me, I'll prolly ollie up the curb

Then grind down the rail only with my tail

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