Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank (Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank) What Juicy say? he be like, "Shut the fuck up!" (Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank) (Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank) I just keep on rolling up, I'm so goddamn high I got D'USSÉ in my cup, I'm so goddamn high My prices keep on going up, I'm so goddamn high She be begging me to fuck but I'm too goddamn high I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high Got a crib in the hills, I'm so goddamn high On the PJ smoking good cake, I'm so goddamn high It's a bird, it's a plane, I'm so goddamn high I got drugs on my brain, I'm so goddamn fried I want blood not that green, bring the right damn kind Nigga tried to sell me homegrown, I'm like, "Nigga, nice try" In the club passin' weed like I'm handing out flyers Every time I got some new shit, they be camping outside Heard you talking all that foo shit, just don't cross the damn line I can't stop my shooters once I send 'em out, my hands tied (bitch) Bitch, I'm fly, I got more gas than an airline Smoke with your hoe and get more head than a hairdryer You can't drink with me, smoke with me, 'cause we ain't the same kind This shit that I'm smokin' got me twisted like gang signs I just keep on rolling up, I'm so goddamn high I got D'USSÉ in my cup, I'm so goddamn high My prices keep on going up, I'm so goddamn high She be begging me to fuck but I'm too goddamn high I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high Got a crib in the hills, I'm so goddamn high On the PJ smoking good cake, I'm so goddamn high If that's your girlfriend, why she at my house? If that's your girl, then why my dick in her my mouth? If that's your girl, then why she blowin' this ounce? If that's your girl, what's all that textin' about? If that's your girl, then why she in my DM? If that's your girl, then why she callin' my friend? If that's your girl, then why she be in our coupe? If that's your girl, then why she drunk in my pool? We get drunk, we do what we want, tell your bitch roll up We don't trust no bitch pulling stunts, want smoke, we pull up We do stunts, we was in the front, my switch, hit it once, it lift up Girls, I know enough, pounds, I blow enough, yeah I show up and show out, I show up and I show out I show up and show out, I show up and I show out I show up and show out, I show up and I show out I show up and show out, I show up and I show out

Trippy niggas Yea trippy figgers (EarDrummers!) And now we're doin man You thoin the whole checkout (Mike WILL Made It) Yea, uh Ya'll really know it is, man Never goin broke, man (DatPiff.com World Premiere!) Always gettin fuckin money My palace is tall as scrapers cause all this paper So much green these solid acres can call it neighbors I'm copping two of everything like Noah's Ark I'm copping two of everything cuz I'm going hard Spending money with no regards, pulling up with my top back Can't find the shit that I want no more, don't have a need cuz I got that These niggas talking millions dog but they don't see them often I'm fresh to death, I killed the club, my section needs some coffins My hotel we going after this club close My hotel, you get high and ya come close Rolling that weed up and Mike Will work that beat up Getting drunk, getting stoned, if ya want you can meet us No talk, no discussion Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting And I ball so hard, I should play the whole game Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang Spend the whole thang We ain't smoking on no half, smoke the whole thang Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang Spend it, hol' up, spend it, spend it, spend it, hol' up, hol' up, spend it Spend it, spend it, spend it, spinach, lot of dinner dishin' Take a cruise to Costa Rica, with my chica, let's go fishing, hol' up 50 on Venus, and Serena don't watch tennis, hol' up That's the business, half naked models twerking in my kitchen Fixing dinner, dinner and I'm finna, finna jump up in her Bout the time, the time she finish sweatin, she gon' be, she gon' be thinner Whats her, whats her name, name I don't remember, remember Fuck it, it don't really matter, no way We ain't got much to say, in her mouth like Colgate Ho I'm repping Taylor Gang, bitch I smell like money Plus marijuana, peep the aroma No talk, no discussion Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting And I ball so hard, I should play the whole game Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang Spend the whole thang We ain't smoking on no half, smoke the whole thang Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang Damn it I'm stunting, bitch I got money Car ain't got no key, I just press the button Juicy the name, all these hoes love me My bitch got plenty ass, and got no stomach Feed the bitch dick, she say I taste yummy Bitch call me broke, she just being funny So much cash can't fit in my trunk I'm rich I can have any bitch that I want These haters got Three 6 all in the Ipod Filled up the club, bitch you gon' need a lifeguard Brand new Bugatti, 280 on the dash In the strip club break dance on that ass All you broke niggas put your pockets in the cash Throwing us a hunnid, broke bitch take a cab Ain't getting money my nigga that's sad Jack boy run up on me, I'm gonna blast I got more game than EA Sports Getting money all to be a sport Disappear me and yo bitch in the back seat of my 4 on 4 Porsche Dressed like I'm stepping in a photo shoot You niggas all squared like a photo booth Show y'all niggas how to get this bread Cuz some of y'all niggas ain't got no clue No talk, no discussion Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting And I ball so hard, I should play the whole game Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang Spend the whole thang We ain't smoking on no half, smoke the whole thang Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang (Datpiff.com, the mixtape autority!)

This is how we do it Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids I'm a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (countin' racks up) Ain't like you other, all my really thuggin' Can't bring it in the club, so I was never into clubbin' (ayy) What you mean she ain't got it? (She ain't got it) We ain't fuckin' 'less she got it, I need money outta pocket (outta pockets) You ain't ballin', stop it If I got it I'ma pop it, I'm in Neiman's with my rocket (fire, fire) 30 hangin' off my Off-White denim Politickin' and they feelin' like some children Wave, baby, real in the building I'm tryna break your back, I ain't really with the building (this is how we do it) Stealin', robbin', we want all the problems Count a couple thousand then I stuff 'em in my Robins (countin' racks up) Made, I get money in six ways These switched lanes, stayed in mine, here the check came This is how we do it It's Friday night I poured three lines The codeine's here on the west side So, I reach for my liter, then I pour it up Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup Pop some Xans, now I'm faded Count a hunnid bands up like, "Yeah, we made it" Big body Benz (skrrt, skrrt) You can't see through my tints (tints) I've been creepin' while you sleepin' Finna shoot you and yo' mans I mix molly with my Henn' I get geeked up, count my ends (count 'em off) If a run up on me Pull this 30 out my pants, uh (this is how we do it, okay) Just got a big joint rolled up My own liquor what I pour in my cup I don't got six, I don't show up Seen the diamond chain, they go nuts Brought ten bottles, I don't think it's enough We run out, I got more in a trunk Talk down then, get snuffed Lotta joints gettin' rolled, lotta cones gettin' stuffed I told my jeweler "Freeze my wrist up" Wanna keep her on your team, then she gon' need cuffs Cartier frames and my AP bussin' Realest in the game, no, it ain't no question Hello, you don't dress like me Low-key, wanna be just like me I can pull up in a fresh white tee Guaranteed (guarantee) every in the party want me Pulled up, sittin' low in my seat Smokin' on KK like a G Bad, ridin' with me, she a freak, smokin', drinkin' Going hard all week, let's go (this is how we do it) This is how we do it (ha-ha) It's Friday night (uh) I poured three lines The codeine's here on the west side So, I reach for my liter, then I pour it up Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup Pop some Xans, now I'm faded Count a hunnid bands up like, "Yeah, we made it"

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Shiftin' lines from the paradigm sublime On the streets of Cali, yo what's goin' on in town Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin' I wanna make you feel somethin', excorcise your demons Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle How can you stay humble when the streets love you I got a bad habit, I'm a winning-addict Livin' in sin, tragic life is fucking short damn it Can't afford wasting time when life happens Gotta get to everyday like the days are trappening Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide And we killing everything, so rather die We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate Lost in the smoke, I knew I came from nothing Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing Picadas drops and I need the vein conduction Toke's real cheap if it's the same for suction Turn on the beat, the feejees came from something Hit the screen, spit flame and leave you a brain concussion We all play games though none of you niggas call foul New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal See ya landin' in, we have the right to the board now Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound So you want juice, then visit me at the store now I was gettin toward now, before I tore, tore down Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam I got to burn it let's be real I'm wit, burnin' it be real Twenty-four-seven high is always how I be feel We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate All dedication, no education Livin' life every day like I'm on vacation Beach houses seem to be my favourite destination Fake friends, I'm sick of seeing smilin' faces Look, twenty years got him shook Another loss took, cold hearted crook What a vision I just wanna see my daughter smile Money pile in the closet man that shit is wild Love the struggle, it just made the hunger much realer I'm on top, millionaire, ex drug-dealer I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner Than burnt rot with a toolie on those street-sweepers Bulletproof Cadillac that shit is presidential Pretty model bitch, got great potential Dirty money hidden all in the Renault Top dog in the game, I'm on another level We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate