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Feeling like I'm on top
Get that green and I ain't gon' stop
Smoke that weed 'til the 808 drop
Won't catch me ever talking to a cop
Pull up to the minivan, getting a bag
Put a twenty in the box, then it's back to the pad
Pulling out my phone now that I got a pack
Hit the homie up and sell it so I'm getting it back
Hold up just a minute let me run it back
Sell it for a couple more, for a bit of tax
Then I run up to the store for a little pack
Only boozy watermelon helping me relax
Yuh
Feeling like I'm on top
Get that green and I ain't gon' stop
Smoke that weed 'til the 808 drop
Won't catch me ever talking to a cop
Feeling like I'm on top
Get that green and I ain't gon' stop
Smoke that weed 'til the 808 drop
Won't catch me ever talking to a cop
Feeling like I'm on top
Get that green and I ain't gon' stop
Smoke that weed 'til the 808 drop
Won't catch me ever talking to a cop
Feeling like I'm on top
Get that green and I ain't gon' stop
Smoke that weed 'til the 808 drop
Won't catch me ever talking to a cop
Split that down the middle
And fill that with a little
Got good steak on the griddle
And a family size bag of skittles so
Split that down the middle
And fill that with a little
Got good steak on the griddle
And a family size bag of skittles
I'm
Feeling like I'm on top
Get that green and I ain't gon' stop
Smoke that weed 'til the 808 drop
Won't catch me ever talking to a cop
Feeling like I'm on top
Get that green and I ain't gon' stop
Smoke that weed 'til the 808 drop
Won't catch me ever talking to a cop