Celery

I Been In my bag yeah getting cash I just do my dance yeah aye you know you know aye you knowww You know I'm smokin' green like celery I'm pushin' P, call me Pusha T I'm so high off the grabba leaf I don't want them niggas around cause it's jealousy I'm fading away like a memory my life like a movie documentary And all I know is we got artillery Put it on pause like I took a break They waitin' on me to drop another tape this choppa spittin' like Weezy but we call it Drake What young nigga you know came up off a 8th I just went half on the pound, ain talkin' cake Whenever I try to leave, she gon' grab the rake I know she tryna milk me like I was shake Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy This Forty must be from Harlem the way it make him shake They know that I was sellin' white, you can call it blake I don't blow nothin' out of proportion, I even the stakes I was on the block rollin' like I had skates No basketball, goal we had to use crates Whatever we gotta do, whatever it takes Whatever we gotta do, whatever it takes I can tell by the looking on your face, you wanna get a little taste And take a nigga out of these clothes We can head back to your place and play it a little safe But after that, I gotta go But after that, I gotta go