Vybe - Bad b**hes & Good Weed lyrics

[Verse] Models in my bed, dreams in my head Visualize what I'm doing so I seen what I said I'm a fiend for the bread, white, wheat, rye Hustle 24/7, I can sleep when I die Flying outta town, getting high by the pound Bad girl give a n***a head when I'm down, n***a Adam, no Eve, living how I please Leave a fake n***a hanging like an apple on a tree I'm in Oklahoma City, kicking it with James My eyes low, sipping champagne at the game I love a long flight, I love a long night And I love a bad girl tryna make a wrong right Look into my eye, tell me what you see You see a n***a getting paid, getting money, doin' me My eyes stay low, smoke a lot of weed And I rock a lot of gold but I ain't talking Mr. T n***a what? What you want? Where you going? Where you been? How you looking out of jail when you dippin' in a Benz Man I'm on, I'm on, I ain't tryna fall off And I got the kind of game make a model call off Man I've been travelling the world, puffing weed up on that jet And I just came home from the pen, buying weed from the f**ing night rep And there's still stress at home, a whole lot of sh** that I gotta control Now I'm living that young n***a life, this whole night so right I don't wanna grow old My ice, my swag, got my b**h in a brand new bag Met this girl in a club last night, hit that twice and I put her in a cab And that's wrong but I'm so on, I ain't got no time to check my phone No time to write no tapes, n***a I'm so on n***a I got next OMG, n***a I'm gon' see PHD bread n***a no MD Scream for God when I go in deep and I don't buy nothin' but O.G ????? I'm on probation, I'm on parole n***a roll that weed Got stamps and my pa**port n***a my location is overseas