B.O.B. - 5 On The Kush lyrics

[Hook x5: Bun B] Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think [B.o.B] I said I'm thrown to the side, like a lateral I swear tonight I'm doin' major damage, it's collateral Fifty on the potion, one hundred on the smokin' Panoramic roof, but we ride in slow motion Patron pa** to you, top shelf we toastin' Top models, tops poppin' off, Kelly Rowland It's whatever, I never let up, I never feel better A house full of freaks and they'll never say never My seats all leather, my jackets all leather Got PETA pissed off cause my pillow full of feathers Since day one I stay down like a cellar Bun B, K.R.I.T., B.o.B. we some f**in' trend setters [Hook] [Big K.R.I.T.] Ok, I roll up and I pour up to the motherf**in' top Pimp C, twenty-four, what's a whip if it don't chop? Subwoofers in my cushion, what's a trunk if it don't knock Digi on the dash, if I want it then I cop Cause it's G ho, let me work this wheel ho Is there difference cause I'm young, huh? What sh** you think a real n***a live for? Drink lean and pop pills folk So far in the sky, you can hear God talk when I crack my window And clear out this endo [Hook] [Bun B] Well it's mista bigga, swisha picka up, but what's the deal though? Rolling with your sister, twisting big and blow and k** bro Trunk popped open, speakers kick it like a steel toe With a big old bag of that southside swag that I pick up by the kilo All the trill note till they recognize, haters get on the sideline k**ing roaches like pesticide, then lead em off of my timeline Getting older, but I'm colder, better with age like I'm fine wine k**er on the mic like Grind Time, how would you like to live my shine? I'm too fresh and I'm too clean, getting thrown by routine And I'm so wavy they like to pay me and this all gravy like poutine Pimping baby, what you mean? I'm with B.o.B, you with K.R.I.T And we on the job, trees is lit, so get off the knob playa, we the sh** [Hook]