[Verse 1]
Slid out the 'Lac like the Mack
Looking like money, and smelling like the pack
Yeah the weed loud, like I plugged it up to a amp
I light it in the crowd, it ain't hard to see where I'm at
OG in my cone marinated in some wax
Rolling stoned, Rolls Royce alone, mashin' to a stack
Money for a rainy day, and money for a sunny one
Cause suckas can't be playin', and that's when you gotta stunt on 'em
Just a reminder who was really grindin'
Who was whinin' to your partners while I got out there and got it
Sidelined and you watchin', like you're injured
The only thing that hurtin' is your pockets my n***a, shit