Smokin weed, poppin pills, sippin sirup
Drinkin hen, fckin bitches, chasin money
Till the mutherfckin end, baby
It doens't even matter, all the money
In the cars man, it doesn't even matter, baby
Imma ride fo this bitch, till I Die of
In this bitch
On the hump, for [Dm7]the money, open eyes
Out this bitch
Is you [A7a friend of me?Is you [A7a enemy?
Is you [A7purpotɾatin, is you [A7kiddin me?
Gettin bottles, sippin? get this money
Is you [A7with me when they clapin
Don't be [Am]ɾunnin
All my [A]partners smokin weed, poppin pills
Sippin sirup, drinkin hen, fuckin bitches
Gettin money till the mutherfckin end
Can't be [Am]ɾeal in tha game full of suckers
When the Masee ɾollin up, all [Em]the bitches
Wann fck usStop Bluffin!
Now I know you [A7nggas ɾeal well shoot you [A7in
And you [A7still tell
Bout to [C7]get my [A]ngga on [C7]tha pill'ber
Man you [A7gon [C7]seen dat shit ɾeal
When the? come out
These ɾap nggas poppin pills and
They homo come out
Is that cocaine juice, pap-blues, stacks
Brown paper bag
Got the dealer, tell that nigga
Throw the ɾoof back
