Pussy Money Weed

And we all love Pussy money weed The block hot Feel like Wayne 400 degrees My new bitch face pretty She something to see You call that nigga big dog He nothing to me Broad day Imma shoot that bitch Until the clip open And I do not beef with lil boys Go get yo big homie I could have been a sergeant In this bitch I got so many soldiers The whole city is on my back I put it on my shoulders Imma real Vegas baby Born in ninety-nine Do drugs Like we in the eighties I used to be a broke boy I am up now I know they hate it You can not walk like me You can not talk like me The way that I maneuver Is so organized My nerves bad Roll a backwood To get my feelings right Why would I f*ck With that lil penny When my bitch a dime I am big dog You had it for a second Then you dropped the ball Chris Paul Four pounds in a month I bet I could get that shit off Rain rain rain please go away Got rid of my three eighty I miss my lil throwaway I work hard with no applause That is the Kobe way I was dropping perks In my syrup Tryna numb the pain I am the Don Data Name a mother fucker hotter Imma real younger stunner Think I got it From my father And my temper real bad Must have got it From my mama And I know those pills real Brodies got it from the doctor Henny or tequila I do not sip Vodka Like What do you want A perk or something I hang out with pill poppers Heart stone cold Bitch I am Steve Austin And I know that nigga Is pouring fake lean Because I re-rocked it We used to carry pocket knives Now my niggas G locking I might rock the Iverson The only time I am Reeboking Heard the feds watching I am not stopping They can keep watching You all just make rumors I just make deposits I am gone