When I wake up Only money is on my mind Only hunnits is on my mind Before I had money I swear that I had no life Now I get drunk and I'm smokin' weed Poppin' pills all the time You say you wanna fuck all of my niggas You read my mind

Still hot and smokin' gun I get a constant busy signal When I call you on the phone I get a strong uneasy feeling You're not sitting there alone I'm having nasty, nasty visions And baby you're in every one, yeah And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with

Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out You cop it live, boy I got it all on film Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk No you

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon Now tell me what y'all smoking What kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent We got the plan in motion Want to get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up

Walking down the street, in my All Stars In my, khaki suit, doin what I do Walking down the street, smoking, chronic In my black locs, lookin, at you Guess who's back on the West coast tracks It's the motherfucking messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna King of fucking everything Wake up in the morning, grab my trees and I get to it Young nigga, I do my own thing so let me do it If you wanna know a thing about me, I'm 'bout my paper Fuck

We got something they don't A fire burning deep in our bones On fire when we get home Smokin' when we're away They may say we're done That we will never win this one But we know differently They don't know you And they don't know me

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with

Oh oh, oh, at least I'm not as sad as I used to be. Have you ever wondered about our old nu-metal friends and what became of them? Turns out I saw them a couple of days ago, They were laughing and drinking and smoking and singing. C'mon, can you count

Pop a rubber band start countin' Buy everything on the counter Everything I got on designer Diamonds on me look like a fountain, yeah Gotta eat me a rapper today I forgot to eat man Smokin' out my brain cells Got the trap doin' numbers