The H.A.W.G.S. - Sativa lyrics

[Verse 1: J-Dub] Hit the lights & one hit til she light headed Take a trip, Memory Lane is where her mind headed n***as bite, originality is mandatory In the same room but we in a different category Jordan shorts & some sneakers like it's game time I'm on one but on two at the same time One hawgin two hoes of the same kind Side door steppin' so we never in the same line Talk tells but I already heard the story I see em' scopin but where's the observatory Got me feelin like I'm walkin on the ocean floor n***as cheap talk but I got million dollar vocal chords Yeah... plastic cup with some champagne Presidential so I need her on my campaign Polo socks & a sweater made of cashmere I'm about as close to the money as a cashier Until then I'm flickin' ashes til the cash here Lifetime of goals, fit it all in the past year Phone ringin' so I know that the cash near Money talks, I just hopes that the cash hear [Verse 2: B-Soopa] Now bring it back like you left sumn' If you horny girl txt sumn' They lovin' me in the places where you hatin' me I'm paid to be in the places where you pay to be But am I wildn' if I tell this girl straight up That I don't want relations, I just wanna smoke & lay up Well too late cuz I already did it Like the n***a at the job, I just work it out & quit it uh So understand that you havin' s** wit a male Who's only obligation is gettin' checks in the mail But not just for him, but for him & his team It's been a coo lil minute since they heard sumn' this clean & everybody wants some limelight But I'ma wait until the time's right & girl I worked my a** off The least you could do is take your pants off ... & I remember last year ... You wasn't here last year ... & damn that was a trash year I'm bout to go from that, to havin' convos with the cashiers She loaded like the magazine of a gun, She in the covers Well at least for now that's my lover But that girl must be insane if she really think I love her Cuz we made it in the magazine, the next step is the cover [Verse 3: P. bu*ta] Convertin' from a simp to a pimp Empire state of mindI ain't thinkin' shrimp I stay high like the Empire State Buildin' sh** up so momma can be straight Don't have time for feelins' like civilians I chase bank because she wants millions I'm the late night n***a that she dial up You slow to make a connection, like dial up My grind is ruthless, til my top roofless I'm the answer so without me you're clueless Different types of women like a collage Sativa gives the mind a mental ma**age Alright momma light this & lay ya head back On twenty-one questions, I wanna see where ya head at You want my attention? Or just some attention? Side-note, a n***a needs some s** intervention Quis brought some fire, I don't know if you want to listen About the trips, the business, the b**hes, the mission As we explore up on dis' expidition I explore ya mind, ya body, & yo intentions She's mixed with something but she acts like a french b**h French heels, french tips, give my dick a french kiss I'm french fried, like an asian guy She don't smoke, but she has asain eyes A n***a flashy, but I'm nasty I'm sh**tin' on a n***a, but nobody a** me Baby I claim you & it's not tax season It's just try-outs cuz it's just preseason I swear to God I'ma be that n***a Ain't nobody smoother, so don't believe that n***a... bu*ta!