Longway, longway, bitch
Yeah, we get bales and put 'em in boxes
Spaghetti J on the track
We get bales and put 'em in boxes
We sellin' and grow in' and crop it
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
The pilot just popped out my wallet
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We got jungle bar bombs, and burner cookie
Racks in my pocket like I'm a bookie
Show 'em how to cook up a cookie
Glock on my hip, I might book you
Keep that tool on me like Mr.Bookem
Scandalous young niggas
They crooked and shit
DA the bomb, then they hit with the stick
Scraping the pot, watch me go remix a brick
I hope you got rack in yo' pocket
Hope you came ready to pop it
I got Nicki bomb type of watches
Cook your bomb in Versace
My Patek drippin' in Herache
From sellin' sushi and Hibachi
MC Hammer, Milonakis
Got pickle juice for your nostrils
We get bales and put 'em in boxes
We sellin' and grow in' and crop it
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
The pilot just popped out my wallet
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
Marijuana for the Glaucoma
Lemon tree will put 'em in a coma
Show 'em how to trim the Marijuana
Sticky Icky, Harry Potter bud
Money machine, money pillin' up
I got Kiesha lb's on a mail truck
4-48, get your bales up
Change your data, get your sales up
I got niggas in jail, fuck the scales up
Rollin' up blunts out the bible book
Pints on the gram, goin' live, oooh
Hundred bands spent on the shower room
Plugged in on the Georgia power building
Too much electricity in one room
Too many lightbulbs in one room
Poppy seeds in the sun room
I'm not answering my phone 'til June
October, November, December
They bloom, we re-wrapping black balloons
Them black Cadillacs, them the goons
Smokin' Zig zag sherbet with the glue
Bitch I'm crippin' but drippin' in blue
Aye, and the game room red, suwoo
And the burgundy peak, for Piru
We get bales and put 'em in boxes
We sellin' and grow in' and crop it
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
The pilot just popped out my wallet
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
For the Peewee, they shoot out the roof
Got the .44, shoot like the Duke
I'm growin', I'm croppin', I'm groovy
I poured up a duece in a smoothie
Gucci with the Emilio Pucci
Steppin' on a brick of Boosie
I got the grower solution
Bitch, stick a whole brick in yo' coochie
M.P.A gang, we're ruthless (Gang)
Pressin' up the pills, on the medical
We sellin' and growin', et cetera
Them bomb in the room
Might get federal
Water the bud, took off a bush
I just caught a bale on the port
I'm passin' out tester of the white, Scott Storch
Longway
We get bales and put 'em in boxes
We sellin' and grow in' and crop it
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
The pilot just popped out my wallet
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
I hope you got racks in yo' pocket
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
We sellin' and growin' and croppin'
