[Intro]
Might as well speak on it
Weed & Instrumentals three

[Verse]
I keep them big racks right on me, Ferrari ponies
But that Lamborghini for my homie, bitch, that car not for me
He got hella hoes at this party, slash orgy
He said that they was asking for me, while I was touring
I pulled up at the spot two-thirty the mornin'
Bad bitches, clean diamonds, dirty Sprite was pourin'
But I don't lean, I'm in love with the green
Money and weed, that's all I need, that pussy come for free
That come with the game, so I don't stress off gettin' it
I keep doing my thing, and hoes be tryna gimme it
I hustle hard and they acknowledge, they admiring
I'm on them grown-man wheels, them n***as cars is childish
I'm frеsh, no stylist, smashed that bitch on a jet
That's that mile-high shit, this club is only for winnеrs
Picked up the tab for the dinner, picked up a Jag' for the winter
They pay me racks just to enter, picked up a bag from the venue
Light a new joint and continue
Bitch we gon' order off menu, show you some place I been to
Where they fuck with me so tough
If you rolled up with me, they automatically feel you
You not familiar, they kill you, shit'll get no realer
Keep the big racks right on me, so do my homies
VVS's on me, no cubic zerconies
Facts only, you n***as all phoneys
Yeah