Ganja
Huh, dirty money in the air huh
And yeen never gotta worry bout it nigga, we ain't never playing fair
I know my bruddas look out for me
Ain't shit sweet, I don't fuck with the honey bee
All of my niggas they ballin' ain't talking league
When I walk in the function I look like a money tree
I'm just fucking these hoes and yo bitch know wassup
Okay, tell yo bitch I said wassup
When she came to the crib I was fucking it up
And my pockets they smellin' like ganja
She bout to push up and give me that nana
I'm out the way and I'm smoking on flowers
Ya boy in the way, he doing that powder huh
We hotbox the foreign, good ganja inside the aroma
I'm cruising inside the DeLorean
Huh, bad bitches, I'ma need more of them, I like bad women so I'ma need more of them
I hotbox with the marijuana, I'm crusing inside the DeLorean
High smoking on ganja
My pockets they smellin' like ganja
She bout to push up and give me that nana
Yeah huh, dirty money in the air
She wanna push up and give me nanana
Huh, dirty money in the air huh
And yeen never gotta worry bout it nigga, we ain't never playing fair
I know my bruddas look out for me
Ain't shit sweet, I don't fuck with the honey bee
All of my niggas they ballin' ain't talking league
When I walk in the function I look like a money tree
I'm just fucking these hoes and yo bitch know wassup
Okay, tell yo bitch I said wassup
When she came to the crib I was fucking it up
And my pockets they smellin' like ganja
She bout to push up and give me that nana
I'm out the way and I'm smoking on flowers
Ya boy in the way, he doing that powder huh
We hotbox the foreign, good ganja inside the aroma
I'm cruising inside the DeLorean
And I'm way too high to be trippin huh
Pink moscato is all that I'm sippin
No more IG models cause they bad for business
I put in work now I'm screaming I did it
It's paying off now I'm screaming I made it
I hope she ain't telling her bestie what happened in Vegas
I hope she ain't telling her bestie what happened in Vegas
Okay, tell yo bitch I said wassup
When she came to the crib I was fucking it up
And my pockets they smellin' like ganja
She bout to push up and give me that nana
I'm out the way and I'm smoking on flowers
Ya boy in the way, he doing that powder huh
We hotbox the foreign, good ganja inside the aroma
I'm cruising inside the DeLorean
And yeen never gotta worry bout it nigga, we ain't never playing fair
I know my bruddas look out for me
Ain't shit sweet, I don't fuck with the honey bee
All of my niggas they ballin' ain't talking league
When I walk in the function I look like a money tree
I'm just fucking these hoes and yo bitch know wassup
Okay, tell yo bitch I said wassup
When she came to the crib I was fucking it up
And my pockets they smellin' like ganja
She bout to push up and give me that nana
I'm out the way and I'm smoking on flowers
Ya boy in the way, he doing that powder huh
We hotbox the foreign, good ganja inside the aroma
I'm cruising inside the DeLorean
Huh, bad bitches, I'ma need more of them, I like bad women so I'ma need more of them
I hotbox with the marijuana, I'm crusing inside the DeLorean
High smoking on ganja
My pockets they smellin' like ganja
She bout to push up and give me that nana
Yeah huh, dirty money in the air
She wanna push up and give me nanana
Huh, dirty money in the air huh
And yeen never gotta worry bout it nigga, we ain't never playing fair
I know my bruddas look out for me
Ain't shit sweet, I don't fuck with the honey bee
All of my niggas they ballin' ain't talking league
When I walk in the function I look like a money tree
I'm just fucking these hoes and yo bitch know wassup
Okay, tell yo bitch I said wassup
When she came to the crib I was fucking it up
And my pockets they smellin' like ganja
She bout to push up and give me that nana
I'm out the way and I'm smoking on flowers
Ya boy in the way, he doing that powder huh
We hotbox the foreign, good ganja inside the aroma
I'm cruising inside the DeLorean
And I'm way too high to be trippin huh
Pink moscato is all that I'm sippin
No more IG models cause they bad for business
I put in work now I'm screaming I did it
It's paying off now I'm screaming I made it
I hope she ain't telling her bestie what happened in Vegas
I hope she ain't telling her bestie what happened in Vegas
Okay, tell yo bitch I said wassup
When she came to the crib I was fucking it up
And my pockets they smellin' like ganja
She bout to push up and give me that nana
I'm out the way and I'm smoking on flowers
Ya boy in the way, he doing that powder huh
We hotbox the foreign, good ganja inside the aroma
I'm cruising inside the DeLorean
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Writer(s): Tinasha Figgers
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