Pussy Money Weed

And we all love
Pussy money weed
The block hot
Feel like Wayne
400 degrees
My new bitch face pretty
She something to see
You call that nigga big dog
He nothing to me

Broad day
Imma shoot that bitch
Until the clip open
And I do not beef with lil boys
Go get yo big homie
I could have been a sergeant
In this bitch
I got so many soldiers
The whole city is on my back
I put it on my shoulders
Imma real Vegas baby
Born in ninety-nine
Do drugs
Like we in the eighties
I used to be a broke boy
I am up now
I know they hate it
You can not walk like me
You can not talk like me
The way that I maneuver
Is so organized
My nerves bad
Roll a backwood
To get my feelings right
Why would I fuck
With that lil penny
When my bitch a dime
I am big dog
You had it for a second
Then you dropped the ball
Chris Paul
Four pounds in a month
I bet I could get that shit off

Rain rain rain please go away
Got rid of my three eighty
I miss my lil throwaway
I work hard with no applause
That is the Kobe way
I was dropping perks
In my syrup
Tryna numb the pain

I am the Don Data
Name a mother fucker hotter
Imma real younger stunner
Think I got it
From my father
And my temper real bad
Must have got it
From my mama
And I know those pills real
Brodies got it from the doctor
Henny or tequila
I do not sip Vodka
Like
What do you want
A perk or something
I hang out with pill poppers
Heart stone cold
Bitch I am Steve Austin
And I know that nigga
Is pouring fake lean
Because I re-rocked it
We used to carry pocket knives
Now my niggas G locking
I might rock the Iverson
The only time I am Reeboking
Heard the feds watching
I am not stopping
They can keep watching
You all just make rumors
I just make deposits
I am gone



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Mack
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