High:
I got the money, do you got the dime?
I got the weed, do you got the light?
Smoking green out the pipe
Got that stress, or that old g Kush
Call me Mr. Woods
Don't tell me sh**, I wish you would
b**h I feel so f**ing good
On top of the world, on top of the coach, that were I stood
I'm back where I stand
I can't feel my hands
Babe you're down my pants
We're going fast
My eyes are red, eye drops in my back pack
Don't stress it
I got pizza in the oven
Now let's wreck it
Chorus:
We high as f**
Light a bong in the middle of the kitchen with the lights turned off
And she plays that song, and I'm gone, gone, gone
Verse #2
Alright, let's take back, I got connects
Too much stress
I get my Mic and I'm on that sh**
I live and breathe rap like if it was my kid
But it isn't so I take risk
Like rolling weed in dollar bills
Money ain't a thing
So stopped wanting it
I just wanna be the new king
The rap game is mine for the taking
I'm a beast, and their isn't a better thing
Blue fur with a matching ring
Too much can't think
Stop talking shut it
I'm the best there is
And I'll prove it
Chorus:
We high as f**
Light a bong in the middle of the kitchen with the lights turned off
And she plays that song, and I'm gone, gone, gone