WLCM2KARMALAND

Walk wit a nigga and come get dizzy I'm smokin 2 blunts getting high off the blizzy Can't answer the phone you know I be busy Can't f*ck wit no ho who just show ha titties Boujie girls only, can't fight cuz she pretty I'm actin a fool when I'm it, I griddy Can't wait till I blow up, move outta da city Now I'm 50 racks up, when I was broke dey ian pity Welcome to Karma Land Come sit by the pool youn need a tan Where we countin real money A few hunnid grand And you ain gotta worry cuz I got the plan You kno I been the man (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) Welcome to Karma Land Come sit by the pool youn need a tan Where we countin real money A few hunnid grand And you ain gotta worry cuz I got the plan You kno I been the man (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) This shit is true, pockets turn blue This shit got me actin a fool Feelin like Snoop off dat ginny and juice And feelin like Pac when they shot at him too (Welcome to Karma Land) (Hold on) (Welcome to Karma Land) (Hold on) (Welcome to Karma Land) (Hold on) (Welcome to Karma Land) Welcome to Karma Land Come sit by the pool youn need a tan Where we countin real money A few hunnid grand And you ain gotta worry cuz I got the plan You kno I been the man (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) Welcome to Karma Land Come sit by the pool youn need a tan Where we countin real money A few hunnid grand And you ain gotta worry cuz I got the plan You kno I been the man (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) (Yea, Whaaaa) Pockets on swole can't get any fatter These niggas ain havin they be on there actin Ain gainin no motion just gainin some traction They rather be famous then rich ain it backwards I don't gotta flex I can just keep on stackin And counting up blues is becomin a habit Welcome to Karma Land, where shi get established And the bitches be bad and the niccas be swaggin (Yah Yah, Aye) (Yah Yah, Aye) (Yah Yah, Aye) (Yah Yah, Aye)