text: Fuckin put on a wrong head-- pair of headphones and shit, uh
  Just took ten shots and I aint pass out
  Spent a hundred grand and I aint cash out
  If you smoking OG, bring the grass out
  These niggas filled up, bring the gas out
  Talkin bout some shit that you know you stole
  I have my fuckin way with this game, no remote control
  Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol
  How the fuck you sposed to win, you dont know how to ball
  Turnt up but still smoking
  Tryna drive but my eyes barely open
  See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up
  In my condo smoking out watching True Blood
  Tryna take Taco to the strip club
  Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh 
  Tryna take Domo to the weed spot
  True pothead so I need pot
  Go, Im so fuckin loaded
  Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches
  Tell em
  Go, faded and Im floatin
  I hope your lungs is open
  All the bitches, tell em, go
  Now I been around the world before
  But I never thought itd be this way
  And I smoked up all this weed before
  But I never thought itd feel this way
  And all the bitches be like, Yeah
  Celebration shots got me really faded
  Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it
  Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch lets fucking tape it
  I feel amazing, making digits off my fucking cadence
  Suck a dick, hater while I selfie with the Eiffel Tower
  Five star general, the Odd Future Im Eisenhower
  Said I couldnt make it, I show you niggas to fight the power
  Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour
  A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass
  Niggas still stuck in the past, opening new scabs
  Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, open two tabs
  Stumbling out with six models, my nigga order two cabs
  We aint worried bout rivals, them niggas too trash
  Fuck what niggas think, Im the illest one in the new class
  And I dont give a fuck what niggas aint fuckin with
  OFWG run with the team or suck a dick
  Go, Im so fuckin loaded
  Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches
  Tell em
  Go, faded and Im floatin
  I hope your lungs is open
  All the bitches, tell em, go
  Now I been around the world before
  But I never thought itd be this way
  And I smoked up all this weed before
  But I never thought itd feel this way
  And all the bitches be like, Yeah
  Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit, watch it
  Thats that church tambourine shit
  My grandma used to play that
  Nigga
  Golf Wang
   Yessir
  I got old money, I got new money
  Put em together, I got huge money
  Bank teller call my phone, she tell me Im putting on
  Twenty years of success, lets toast to the best
  Sip on some ace then I pour out the rest
  Fuck bitches, get ends
  Drink gin, fuck their friends
  Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz
  I stay sipping codeine
  Blue dream Im rolling up
  Looking for a bitch with bank statements like Oprah
  These black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
  My plug on call coming straight up out the basement
  All I know is money, it dont look like you
  One shot from the chopper make you look like two
  Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go