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[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Ay yo nephew
I think it's time to put some of that real sticky-icky-icky in the motherfuckin' air
But in a Backwood, ya dig?
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I wanna get high, yeah
'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies, yeah
Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car
Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got brand new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Give the password, psych
'Bout to drink a whole lot of syrup, aight
But the Bentley coupe missing, the stash on the curb
Watch the city go missing, the young nigga ran off with lil biddy birds
Fuck you talkin', bitch you ran off on 'em
How these lil handcuffs and you cops can't cuff me
In the back of the cab, this ho sucking dick from the front seat
This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me (straight stacks)
Trap spot's like a store
Nigga got a couple choppers on the floor
Watch that door (watch that door)
Watch that door (you gotta watch that door)
Watch that door
I roll up two point fives
Happy four twenty, roll up two point fives
Way too stoned, don't remember these guys
Hold up, so high I'ma risk my life, ain't even tryna go to these skies
Hold up strollers
I want the whole cut
I make a slut slut
I eat it cold cut
Hair getting longer
Weed getting stronger
'Bout to strong arm her
'Bout to go and bone girl
She got a cameltoe, I call her Marlboro
I take you from the stars, take you to my world
But she didn't get a chance to get my number
She missed out on llama, she missed out on me and my mama
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I wanna get high, yeah
'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies, yeah
Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car
Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
With a lot of old money
Everybody want somethin' from me
Got to keep my hands on the steering wheel
'Cause I foot the bill and I shoot to kill
And I slide around in that Snoop DeVille
And my gas tank is on full
Stack goods, them Backwoods
We cock back and we pull
Bubblegum, cookies, OG, and KK
We like Craig and Dae Dae, who gives a fuck what they say?
I be out here gettin' it, gotta get it 'cause I got it on
I'm the same nigga that you bitch niggas plotted on
It ain't as easy as I make it look
See what I'm sayin', I ain't playin', nigga take a look
We on that G shit, nigga we lit, and I'm seasick for real
Thugger Thug, what it does, let's get this motherfuckin' money cuz
I mean that new money, that blue money with new faces
Them new cases and new bases and new aces
Florida-anapolis, ain't no stoppin' us
Power preaches patience
Balling in two places
Exchanges, smoke faces
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Count this money on a PJ in my PJs
Goin' fast, gettin' tonsils on the E-way
Smoking on that OG
I flooded my AP, got me a Rollie
I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey
And her head dope
And she suck me off the perky, keep her hands off
I don't fuck with vapors but I'm high-igh-igh
I got a bad bitch, I know she bi-i-i-i-i
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I wanna get high, yeah
'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I'm 'bout to break one down with my supplies, yeah
Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car
Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
See man, a lot of you niggas think you can smoke with us
But umm
This shit is a marathon man
This ain't no motherfuckin' umm, hundred yard dash
Man step back
You ain't in our league
Thugger Thug, Doggy Dogg
Nephew we on
We out Driver windows 7 ultimate.
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Ill mind of hopsin 10. [Hook]
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
[Bridge]
I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right, like a Blazer
Yeah, yeah, yah
[Verse 1]
We argue, we fight, and we fuss
And we fuck and we muggin' each other
I eat it, I lick it
I treat it, I don't wanna leave it defeated
Come on and fuck on me
Run from me, buck on me, yeah
Put luck on me, pull up on me
Feel ups on me, suck gifts on me
Fuck is you hatin' for?
I am so different, come have a tour
I caught him disturbin' the peace
And I left him extinct, like a dinosaur
Drownin' in that mud like a muh'fuckin' rhinoceros
I didn't think that she was a freak, but she kinda was
Yeah, she was a freaky little bitch
I didn't get a chance to even eat that little bitch
Do you mind if I keep that little bitch
I'm gone, when I fuck a bitch, I'm straight outta the trenches
Do you mind if I need that little bitch?
Do you mind if I feed her to the clique?
If you mind, I don't ever wanna be rich
And I'ma rip that money up with my clique like a pick, yeah
[Bridge]
I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right like a Blazer
Yeah, yeah, yah
[Hook]
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
[Verse 2]
Racks on racks, on racks on racks, on racks on racks, on racks on racks
Hit it from the back and I can't see nothin' like a cataract
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah
Standin' back, lookin' like I'm bammin' it
Smokin' packs, lookin' at you runnin' that
I'ma die lookin' at your humble ass
Come in, baby, that's my mama, baby
My heart racin', and I'm so impatient
Call Metro and let leak Speed Racer
Cook that dope up, but no Easy Baker
I swear to God, I only fucked I didn't cake her
I was too busy buyin' acres
That's my bitch, nigga, that's my bitch
She can never come fuck you if she's my bitch
Gold VVS', I go Mitch
And I swear you gon' get hit if it's a hit
Bitch, I've been the boss of ever since
All my fuckin' cups dirty like a ditch
I'm in beast mode, like Marshawn Lynch
And if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
But me? I swear..
[Hook]
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
[Bridge]
I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right like a Blazer
Yeah, yeah, yah
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