More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fan or a foe
Said these plants that we grow got my bands on Simone
Big stacks, I don't think these pants even hold
More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fan or a foe
Said these plants that we grow got my bands on Simone
Big stacks, I don't think these pants even hold
When I die, fuck it I wanna go... nah I never die
I smoke a whole O and get it televised
Swisher raw, juice it like Biggie Smalls
I got suicidal thoughts, I'm wondering "What is heaven like?"
Agh
I'm scandalous with the sneaky rhyme
I stack a milli once Cannabis gettin legalised
And yeah, I do this, making sure the shoe fits
We ain't just the rap Gods, homie we the blueprints
Agh
(Toooo) I let the doobie light
I like my bars extra large, that's a supersize
I've been sinning with women that rock the Gucci slides
Do me right, baby I'm deep in you like a scubadive
Hunnid racks in the duffle, I got the Midas touch
And Marijuana and nuggets up on higher bus
We cross the border then spark it up with the lighter ones
And if the [?] the plug, we hustling till we find the one
You waiting for the messages, crossing border security
Agh
That's a flip boy, we be takin risks boy
California imports, we don't got the Bitcoins
Agh
Fuck the jacks though, we got the qualified
Riding 'round without a license, got disqualified
It's 40 million for the streaming on my Spotify
I could put em all to sleep [*snore*] Rockabye
More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fan or a foe
Said these plants that we grow got my bands on Simone
Big stacks, I don't think these pants even hold
More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fan or a foe
Said these plants that we grow got my bands on Simone
Big stacks
Cause I'm a piece of shit and it ain't hard for me to know it
I've been on my own, I keep it dark, I never show it
I've been on the road, doing these shows, we getting loaded
I'm still on the road, I keep these O's, I got em loaded
Floating off of potion, tryna fly my babies and their mothers 'cross the ocean
Ghost on the scene, like my plug on days that I owes him
I'm posing in my raps, If I told the truth
I'm exposing all of my brothers and my emotions
If I sink this ship again, I'll probably lose what I got closest
Fuck all of these posters in my face and I'd rather no one noticeI'm paranoid
I don't know who's an Op and who wants photos
I'm still going on trial, I hope I don't go
I'm so close to snapping and back on the sipping slo-mo
I miss being a person, they see me now as a logo
Friends see me as a lick, if they try it they getting poked though
Put that pin in the map and I bet you money they don't show
More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fan or a foe
Said these plants that we grow got my bands on Simone
Big stacks, I don't think these pants even hold
More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fan or a foe
Said these plants that we grow got my bands on Simone
Big stacks, I don't think these pants even hold
