Money, money, money
I can get it while I'm sleepwalking
They say talk is cheap

But you will never catch me cheap talking
Vanilla !@%!e and Vicodin
Every time I turn around

I'm getting high again
Flow like I'm breaking violins
And taking violence

An making it sound prettier than islands
The weed-man says five mins
Thirty is the minimum

Five stars cinema
No I'm not a criminal
My weed is medicinal

G-g-got more cars than carbs in a Cinna roll
I'm spitting bars of xanax
Kickin back in hammocks

My ego big as mansions
I don't dougie I Manson
An murder all these !@$)gots with their semi-gay advancements

If you're waiting on Jesus, I am him
So shake that $$# (*##$, get to dancing
So shake that $$# (*##$, get to dancing

So shake that $$# (*##$, get to dancing

I'm out here working an you !@#( need an armrest

Why do all these (*##$es all look naked when they are dressed
Oh it's an art fest?
So good weed, hard liquor hard sex

Cali, cali, cali in the far west

How the $#&@ all you black rappers sound like white noise?

I'm rolling like I'm a white boy
Rapping like a black kid
Look at my hat (*##$

It's pushed the back (*##$
Ask Wale it's bout the kush and the racks (*##$
Catch me ALL AROUND THE WORLD

Pick up an atlas
Tell them ho's I'm single for the nights and that's my status
An Dear (*##$es please preach what you practice

It's a fact the last thing we need's a fake actress
Except for they $$#ess
Just ask trap Patrick

Countin stacks laxin,
All my lyrics accurate
Premature adjectives

Told her Evac before I splat, take a picture an tag your $$# in it

I hate ho's that don't smoke

And won't cook, and do !@%!e
And act dumb and are broke
And breakdown and cause scenes

And (*##$ a lot like a drama queen
I love my weed I love my lean
My eyes red I need Visine

I'm white like this ice cream
I put on for my team
And top it off with icing

Feel free to not like me
Too high? I might be
Sexy (*##$es they bite me

So much money, precisely
cold like an iced knee
My weedman he syce me


Red cup and one zip
That's one bag with an ounce in it

My gang got no mouths in it
My blunt got some loud in it
My head got some smoke in it

My bed got a (*##$ on it
What I said got a ring too
You can smoke what you bring through

This beat like Taylor Swift
(why?)