(Intro)
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It’s that feel good right here
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Got a long day at work, you gotta uph
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Just got some money, fry didn’t got paid
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It’s that weekend music, you know what I mean
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And we gon shoot
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(Hook x2)
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I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
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With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
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And we’ve been drinkin so we gotta hit
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But I’ma smoke just a little bit
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(Verse)
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Tink top on with my big chain
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Riding through my city numb bit a chief thang
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Money in my pockets shit I’m getting checks
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Just got a text, ran my pussy wet
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20 minutes later, hood bad and select
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She a bad little bitch but I don’t eat up, never
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Go and get a bottle from the store
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Slow sippin if I’m trippin I’ma hit it raw
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Grand papers filled with the weed, smoke that
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Now I got the feeling that I need
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I’m feeling her and she feellin me, come on
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But feeling love’s for the suckers be
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We could fuck if we both agree
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And if I spill enough, she gonn eat the peas, you do that
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I double up, for the mornin after
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And I’m a real nigga, double on tantrum
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(Hook x2)
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I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
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With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
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And we’ve been drinkin so we gotta hit
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But I’ma smoke just a little bit
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(Verse)
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Still ridin in the backseat, listenin to mac be
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Thousand dollar belt, buckle holdin up my cachis
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It ain’t nothing, I ain’t ballin, I’m just playing round
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Kinda wish my bitch stayed around
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Still runnin slow when I smoke a mind drough
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Still keep it low from the fuckin 5o
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Still ain’t got a penny for any of these hoes
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Still getting shows, still getting throwed
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Still let a bitch suck my dick while I’m on the mic
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Still call that hoe a fiend cause she on the pipe
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And then mom still tell me I ain’t talkin right
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Still bring my homies with me when I’m on a flight
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I ain’t chillin on the ave, shout to rally or smash
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Still chillin with some bitches, watchin belly smokin hash
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For the oprah cash, we’re fuckin by the badge
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Till the spazz going fast, 120 on the dash
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Throw some raps, that ain’t shit, man that’s easy to me
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It’s funny cause it’s money like Jesus to me
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How would be, my bitch Japanese,
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Shout to French Montana still I’m mac with cheese
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(Hook x2)
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I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
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With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
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And we’ve been drinkin so we gotta hit
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But I’ma smoke just a little bit
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(Verse)
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Nigga, in the hood and I’m kinda heavy
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I just bought a 2 pack now them out the valley
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Ideal, it’s slick talk fucked up birds
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First of the month gone by the 3rd yes sir
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If you don’t hustle, then you won’t relate
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Bricks in my backpack, niggas on it late
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Powder, it’s all good, niggas on the cake
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On my way about the hood, niggas show me hate
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I need that, believe that
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Fuel to my fire, fire up the weed at
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Alright, alright, pack loud than a motherfucker
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I’m ballin hard baby act ruckus
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In the bare jays, and a pair of shades
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Got the club going crazy and I’m center stage
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Puttin on for my city, got a bunch of fly niggas
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And my real niggas with me
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(Hook x2)
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I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
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With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
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And we’ve been drinkin so we gotta hit
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But I’ma smoke just a little bit
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(Outro)
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I’ma smoke just a little bit
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I’ma smoke just a little bit
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I’ma smoke just a little bit
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Money making that lemme get a hit
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Cuz I’ma smoke just a little bit
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And I’ma smoke just a little bit
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I’ma smoke just a little bit
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I’m selling powder, nigga give a sniff
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What the fuck is up this shit?
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Chillin
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| Troy Ave |
