[Intro: Birdman]
What's up Chop (What's happenin wit ya baby)
N***a how you feel comin'out that project n***a
To these E-States and floatin on these million dollar yahts
Smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's

[Chorus: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed n***a let it burn
Bust then burn n***a wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin
Roll it up I'm chokin

[Verse 1: Birdman]
We got weed in the mornin', weed for the homies
Weed in the back of the Coupe I been smokin my n***a
I went from G's and thieves n***a
We blowin the weed my n***a-fuckin wit freaks n***a (hot boys)
I'm in that Bentley Coupe n***a
From Shine On video to six foot shorty too my n***a
And yeah we headed up town n***a
Blow after pound my n***as puttin it down n***a
And yeah ridin big is my crown n***a
Holdin my rounds n***a-holdin my town my n***a (believe that)
To be the boss that I be n***a
And smoke weed everyday of the week n***a
On Stunna Island n***a fuckin with them G n***as
We gettin money everyday of the week n***a
It's fast money n***a-Cash Money made me
We blow that purple everyday in my city streets
[Chorus: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed n***a let it burn
Bust then burn n***a wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin
Roll it up I'm chokin

[Verse 2: Ta]
I'm headed to Stunna Island it's lovely over there
Sand in my toes feel the breeze in my hair
In the two piece Chenell shades and the (??)
Chenell beach bags where I keep the weed stash
And I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like
Mothafucker this is Cash Money you know what the life like
You smoke what you can, we smoke what we want
It's never back yard boogy, straight stock yard funk
The higher ponic chronic, blueberry, and white russian
Get it by the block it ain't open for discussion
I ain't touchin and puffin nothin give me a charge
I'm float with the cloud above and then go with the stars
Blow dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars
They say you need a ship but n***as get there in they cars
Uhhhh we smoke out till we choke out
I'm clearin my throat and I'm at it again my n***a no doubt

[Chorus: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed n***a let it burn
Bust then burn n***a wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin
Roll it up I'm chokin
[Verse 3: 6 Shot]
I keep a half a block, in my ice box for freshness
Then half the block complainin how loud the stench is
P-U! Pepé-le-pew…purple or blue…White Widow…
Cause after a few hits ya through!
Can't get no realer than 6 Shot baby
Hot like a smokin 380, paper crazy!
Keep the windows foggy in the black Harley
Puffin on Bob Marley…sticky ick-no seeds and sticks
Gotta love it bout the size of ya finger
Get a light n***a this one's a banger fuckin right
Got that light green, red, orange, yellow
Got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap
You ever ask a n***a bout me
Cause them hoes know Shot blows good 7 days a week
Bitch I'm an O.G
From a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole Ki

[Chorus: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed n***a let it burn
Bust then burn n***a wait yo' turn
Roll it up I'm smokin
Roll it up I'm chokin