Shad Da God - 420 lyrics

God! [Hook] 420, smoke out the pound b**hes and money, b**hes and d**, enough to go round b**hes and d**! b**hes and money and money and choppas and choppa rounds b**hes and d**! b**hes and dope raw jeans they should've cropped the town I'm living to count up the money I'm living to count up the money I'm thumbing and thumbing the hunnids (racks!) I start count' the muhf**in' money (racks!) I love count' the muhf**in' money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money I start count' the muhf**in' money I slow count the muhf**in' money [Verse 1] Fast count it by the n***a, don't know how to fast count it If your thumb hurting, that's how you know you was counting Where I'm from? b**h I'm from ounces I'm gon' knee us a dish Jump out the porch with the work now we jump out the coupe cos the roof got no ceiling! 4 door wheel with the backdoor tinted window truck gotta hit ya hoe f** you, hoe n***a, f** you n***a f** the judge, n***a Free lil 'scoe Bankrolls got some jeans on 'em Maison got a lil lean on 'em And the pocket rocket got a beam on it And the Audemar got a screen on it! [Hook] 420, smoke out the pound b**hes and money, b**hes and d**, enough to go round b**hes and d**! b**hes and money and money and choppas and choppa rounds b**hes and d**! b**hes and dope raw jeans they should've cropped the town I'm living to count up the money I'm living to count up the money I'm thumbing and thumbing the hunnids (racks!) I start count' the muhf**in' money (racks!) I love count' the muhf**in' money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money I start count' the muhf**in' money I slow count the muhf**in' money [Verse 2] Tote the champagne Pour up Bailey (pour it up, pour it up!) Pour out the lean They tell me I should've dropped I'm f**ing a percocet fiend She grown, let her p**y be clean I'm riding with the stick on me And I gotta hunnid in a magazine Got some pounds of the bumbaclat weed And nothing! Nothing! Brought the scales on the low Got some bail on the low Got some head from ya hoe (got some head from ya hoe?) n***a b**h in the a**, kick a n***a in the a** with a Margelia toe In Cali I OG I blunt it I really just f**ed up some money [Hook] 420, smoke out the pound b**hes and money, b**hes and d**, enough to go round b**hes and d**! b**hes and money and money and choppas and choppa rounds b**hes and d**! b**hes and dope raw jeans they should've cropped the town I'm living to count up the money I'm living to count up the money I'm thumbing and thumbing the hunnids (racks!) I start count' the muhf**in' money (racks!) I love count' the muhf**in' money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money I start count' the muhf**in' money I slow count the muhf**in' money [Outro] Tote the champagne Pour up Bailey Pour out the lean They tell me I should've dropped I'm f**ing a percocet fiend She grown, let her p**y be clean I'm riding with the stick on me And I gotta hunnid in a magazine Hol' up, hol' up, God!