[Intro: Rotjoch, Woodie Smalls]
Check dan! Je kijkt naar 101Barz, ik ben Rotjoch door je motherfucking speakers. En ik sta hier met Woodie Smalls, for my non dutch speaking people

Woodie Smalls is in the building
It's Woodie Smalls, straight from the 9-1
101Barz!

Shoutout to regulater
Shoutout to Jones (?)
Shoutout to (?)
Shoutout to (?)

Fucking 9-1 man
It's Woodie Smalls, let's go

[Verse 1: Woodie Smalls]
Hey, hey
Cruising down the road with pocket full of chips, making money off of hits. And this for the n***as that doubted my shits, throwing Benz on a bitch. N***a just look at me, I am balling like I'm Scottie Pippen he probably the only rapper with no fucking jewelery. I take the Benz out the biz, coppin' clothes for your friends. They shout me out, n***a I'm the man. You see me shining and all, And when I step up on stage shit I am ready to ball, just take a look at my face. Shit I ain't laughing at all, shit I am the pride of the neighbourhood, smoking lotta weed cos I be feeling good. Hey, bop your head like this, all my ladies posted up we finna dance like this. You lurking at me lady can I get a little kiss? When's the last time you see a n***a did it like this

[Chorus: Woodie Smalls]
Smoke weed, playing my songs while I stacks my cheese
Money on my mind, see that's all a n***a need
Blowing like a bubble, yeah we steady on a hustle
Smoke weed, playing my songs while I stacks my cheese
Money on my mind, see that's all a n***a need
Blowing like a bubble, yeah we steady on a hustle
[Verse 2: Woodie Smalls]
Huh, since a youngin' I be thugging out not giving a fuck

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