Niggas got it fucked up prolly thinking it's a game. I'm smiling lot but I ain't playing with them. I'm up all day I work all night. I roll a weed I'm on a flight. Soon as a land I'm gonna write I'm on the grind. 40 ? 2 shows 3 planes 6 zeros. Flying all around the world like I'm a fucking hero. Pouring it straight out the bottle that's how we drink clicko. And we all from the same hood that's why we feel the same thing. ? one of our pockets hurting we all gonna feel the same pain. Eyes smoking out the car service. police escorting now the dawg nervous. We the bomb searchers penthouse. whole room filled with cash in it. Old school back seat with a stash in it. Big joint og mixed with has in it. And it's tgod you niggas last minute. Your flow last year the swag last fall. You just the last place you ain't gonna last at all. You niggas want kush we got ounces. You niggas want cookies we got pounds. You niggas want kush we got ounces. You niggas want cookies we got pounds. You know it's taylor gang or die haha word. Ah fresh out the spot where they selling. You gotta pay them the coop. Ain't no rules out this motherfucker. Who sold you that book. Bitch we down when it's cracking. Around my way and you know that. Can get more than I ever asked. So be afraid of the go back. Yeah I'm talk and I'm cool moving. No cameras respect the shooters. I'm out on this money train. You don't know about hustle do you. It's everything in or nothing. Bitch you know how I get down. You wasn't mad at me before. So why is you mad at me now?. The alcohol got you talking. You do the same things and the cops. Know conversation know where we playing. Only for money calls only. That mean I can't deal with them old games that you tryna kick. This ain't Shinobi. I told her baby you thirsty she responded I'm cool. Said your wrist it's got water I told her bitch it's a pool. Feel me gang now but concrete dive in first. But if you owe me money I need my ?first. You niggas want kush we got ounces. You niggas want cookies we got pounds. You niggas want kush we got ounces. You niggas want cookies we got pounds. Aha what you got in your bad ? bra?. The same shit new bitch with me. Box money? 50. I'm running through the stop lights late night. I told baby girl get your cake right. That kush doesn't taste right. We take it to the hand all you smell is ?. And cookie smoke in the benz. Where my roof go I stack up quick while they move slow. White girls in my room I'm smoking while they do blow. Plus life no crushed ice ? my bookie love life. But fuck it I like to blow cash I ? it's nothing. 2 first class flights to the function. 20? a hundred 20 grand in the city where them pretty girls dance. And them plans grow in the warehouse skinny cash. If you pass me bullshit I'ma laugh I'm the man no lie baby. You niggas want kush we got ounces. You niggas want cookies we got pounds. You niggas want kush we got ounces. You niggas want cookies we got pounds.