burn an ounce

and we gonn' burn an ounce to this

gs up hoes down

while you motherfuckers bounce to this

i ain't trippin'

i got a pound of this

i get it to spend it

i don't got time to count this shit

yeah

and we gonn' burn an ounce to this

gs up hoes down

while you motherfuckers bounce to this

i ain't trippin'

i got a pound of this

i get it to spend it

i don't got time to count this shit

yeah

theme music quite fittin' cause my life is a movie

bring ya bitch up to my roof

a barbecue and a jacuzzi

this is it

standin' on the couch as every nigga and bitch that's around me glasses lift

they said we wouldn't do it but we did

point proven

muscle car collection

couple old ones couple new ones

girls in all directions

couple fake ones couple true ones

get confused in choosin' who from who so i misuse 'em

run through like socks; one night then i'm out

i'll get another pair while i'm out

she doesn't listen for my horn

she wait to hear me flyin' over her house

gulf-streams

levi jeans

and lamborghini dreams

nothin' wedgin' in-between

spitta rep for his team

jets over everything

i'm a smoke a joint for amalgam digital

i already had the plane they fitted with the missiles though

yeah

belvedere vodka

lemonade

swimmin' in the same glass

spitta keep it movin' like a nyc easy-pass

though i blow it fast it's not easy cash

i work for it

blood sweat tears

weed ashes in my shirt for it

and if i would of known then what i know

years ago i would have been sittin' on nine-hundred and ninety-nine thou'

i grew fond of the dollar and its powers when i was a child

hot wheels

match box

cars

pretendin' to drive

now i own the same whips in actual size

the essence of a dream when it is realised

i prophesized on my last tape

ya'll all lamed out

didn't appreciate til eight more of them came out

now i'm off the chain now

turned the game out

when it's club night we bring the paper planes out

call this here the gang out

i'm on the list pick my name out