28 Grams

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Baby, give me some cash) yeah, hmm, yeah

Yeah, how much do you need
I'ma boss, I can ball with ease
Put on the scale, weigh up, bag it, then leave
I'ma full wit' the paper, keep it B.I.G
Nigga wanna play me wit' until he D-I-E
Laugh and see, I let it fly like veeze
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, so don't ask 'bout me (worry 'bout me)
I crop a bitch out, leave tag by P (tag by P)
Tryna find where I'm at, well this where I be, yeah (go!)

Bitch, I'm in enough with them pounds in the loft (pounds in the loft)
Tryna get 'em off, witcha bitch getting off, yeah (bitch getting off)
Really keep it playing but don't get me pissed off
Where that dope boy music, that you niggas talking 'bout, huh (come on)
Prada from Milano, got on shit I can't pronounce
This that bond no nine, you can smell it on the couch (smell it on the couch)
Ice on my neck and my wrist cost a house
Nigga wouldn't even believe that I started from a ounce, huh (talk to 'em)

Damn, this shit lovely
Got another load, now we goin' out the country
State after state, eating grapes out in London
Prices getting high, so I need a plug to front me (come on)
Watch 165 in two week cost 200 (let's go)
Shoes to match my luggage (uh-huh)
Running around the world like I runnin' cross country, yeah (uh-huh)
Bag after bag, why my coupe cost a 200
Gotta get off your ass if you want this type of money nigga (you want this type of money)

Bitch, I'm in enough with them pounds in the loft (pounds in the loft)
Tryna get 'em off, witcha bitch getting off, yeah (bitch getting off)
Really kept it playing but don't get me pissed off (yeah)
Where that dope boy music, that you niggas talking 'bout (yeah, come on)
Prada from Milano, got on shit I can't pronounce
This that bond no nine, you can smell it on the couch (smell it on the couch)
Ice on my neck and my wrist cost a house
Nigga wouldn't even believe that I started from a ounce (nigga)

Fuck a nigga, take different route
High up in the mountains, I can reach up for the clouds
Ain't no come down and they love the way I sound (yeah)
Lobster ravioli wit' a splash of that brown (yeah)
Word around town that lil' nigga handle bidness
Movin' with precision and real definition (real definition)
Wanna buy, the rest gone 'head give me 50
Put 'em plays in motion, I'm the king of the city, yeah (king of the city)

Bitch, I'm in enough with them pounds in the loft (pounds in the loft)
Tryna get 'em off, witcha bitch getting off, yeah (bitch getting off)
Really kept it playing but don't get me pissed off (yeah)
Where that dope boy music, that you niggas talking 'bout (yeah, come on)
Prada from Milano, got on shit I can't pronounce (yeah)
This that bond no nine, you can smell it on the couch (uh)
Ice on my neck and my wrist cost a house (yeah)
Nigga wouldn't even believe that I started from a ounce (started from a ounce)



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Writer(s): Edarion Williams
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