Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid Major weight make it hard for them to imitate Rolex tell the daytime and the date If I eat, all my niggas gon' get a plate If you hate, guaranteed, you ain't in the way Clown shit, we don't entertain Always been a young nigga with the vision and I'm still the same Turned an idea into a strain Do it once, I fuck with you, I respect you, you do it again Nothin' but the best for the fam I don't gotta flex for the 'Gram Too many rings for my hands, so we stack 'em and stash 'em We them fuckin' champs Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ah-ah, uh You ain't gotta lie to kick it You ain't close to rich enough to be in here Papered up and stoned at every appearance Martha's Vineyard, baby left her diamond necklace behind At the bed and breakfast, it's fine She got that on a high, she'll steal a better one on the next one I only fuck with professionals Sniper scopes and silencers stuck inside of leather sectionals Watch where you sit at, might hear that click-clack I copped the BMW six pack, M package Highway action, state mansion That's what G's do, you smell that fire in the breeze, fool Don't you dare call this shit a part two This a whole 'nother animal, this that mankind mandible Chanel drip on your television channel Car location lit as a birthday candle Pay me just like a fan do Real one so they don't know how much my shit they can handle Chicks love social media, so I watch out for them scandals Don't measure that kush, give you a handful Gotta grind 'cause my son hungry and the rent due We changed how you smoke, changed how you dress Your whole life was blessed by the presence of the stoned legends Ho, retrace our steps and see what you get If you never let suckers talk you out shootin' your shot Hustle with every breath, huh? A queen Ounces of weed Got your own If you at my table A queen Ounces of weed Got your own If you at my table Yeah, ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh