WUFAD

Yeah, bitch I'm high as f*ck, every single day I don't know where I should go, but I know damn well I get paid Pop a 30, got me feelin' like I'm floatin' out of space Kinda dirty, how she throw all of that ass up on my face I feel so lost at times, but I know my way Gotta live through all this misery to make some of this cake And I know, and I know, and I know somethin That you wouldn't even think of that I know, lil' bitch And I know, and I know, and I know somethin That you wouldn't even think of that I know, lil' bitch Hold on what, hold on wait, hold on pause, got the 30 stuck And I hold on what, and I hold on what, hold on pause, Yeah got the 30 stuck Bitch its War, bitch is up, bitch its War At all times on god, yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch I'm high as f*ck, every single day I don't know where I should go, but I know damn well I get paid Pop a 30, got me feelin' like I'm floatin' out of space Kinda dirty how she throw all of that ass up on my face All them others, they some lames, smokin' on exotic strains Some shit that you ain't never heard about, cause you a fuckin' lame I ain't be chillin' with the gang, bitch, I'm workin' with the gang Countless hours in the studio, bitch, I ain't seen a day Hey, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm fly as hell, yeah I don't need no stylist, bitch, I do this by myself, yeah I don't need no writer, bitch, I do this by myself, yeah I don't need no ducer, bitch, I do this by myself, yeah