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

Young nigga, I got old cash, spazzing on they ass I got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shopping on they ass I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast Smoking flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas Don't you

Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of

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

Smoking, drinking, never thinking of tomorrow, nonchalant Diamonds shining, dancing, dining with some man in a restaurant Is that all you really want? Oh no, sophisticated lady, I know, you miss the love you lost long ago They say into your early life

(I'm a slacker) - never did I have a lotta dough (I'm a slacker) - smoking pot and watching videos (I'm a slacker) - go whichever way the wind blows Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin you know (I'm a slacker) - everytime I take a look around (I'm a

There ain't no last call, I'm havin' a ball with Hank, Haggard and Jones No, I ain't alone, I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin' And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some jack

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

That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita Got it vibratin' on me like a beeper Boy I'm in Colorado Smokin' California reefer Hey, the bitch so bad Call her ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her) Hey and I

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