[Chorus]
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
G's up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit, yeah
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
G's up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit, yeah

[Verse]
Theme music quite fittin', 'cause my life is a movie
Bring ya bitch up to my roof, a barbecue and a jacuzzi
This is it, standin' on the couches
Erry n***a and bitch that's around me, glasses lift
They said we wouldn't do it but we did
Point proven
Muscle car collection, couple old ones, couple new ones
Girls in all directions, couple fake ones, couple true ones
Get confused in choosin' who from who, so I misuse 'em
Run through like socks; one night then I'm out
I'll get another pair while I'm out
She doesn't listen for my horn, she wait to hear me flyin' over her house
Gulf-streams, Levi jeans, and Lamborghini dreams
Nothin' wedgin' in-between
Spitta rep for his team, Jets over everything
I'ma smoke a joint for Amalgam Digital
I already had the plane they fitted with the missiles though, yeah
[Chorus]
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
G's up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit, yeah
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
G's up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit, yeah

[Verse 2]
Belvedere vodka, lemonade, swimmin' in the same glass
Spitta keep it movin' like a NYC Easy-Pass
Though I blow it fast, it's not easy cash
I work for it, blood sweat tears
Weed ashes in my shirt for it
And if I would of known then what I know now
Years ago I would have been sittin' on nine-hundred and ninety-nine thou'
I grew fond of the dollar and its powers when I was a child
Hot Wheels, Match Box cars, pretendin' to drive
Now I own the same whips in actual size
The essence of a dream when it is realised
I prophesized on my first tape, ya'll all lamed out
Didn't appreciate til eight more of 'em came out
Now I'm off the chain now, turned the game out
When it's club night, we bring the paper planes out, call the Taylor Gang out
I'm on the list pick my name out, Spitta, bitch
[Chorus]
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
G's up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit, yeah
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
G's up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit, yeah