Released: December 19, 2018
Featuring: Wiz Khalifa
Songwriter: Chevy Woods
Producer: TyMadeIt
[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yo, who is you, man?
For real
Matter of fact, we get busy overhere
And I don't like that shit you said the other day either
Na, that other shit
Talkin bout, uh, who dis and dat was
Man, if you don't get the fuck outa here, chill
Realisticly, I can't even see ya'll niggas man
And on the real, I would much rather be me than you, man
OK
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Big bong, money long, got a big grip on the game
We on that business tip, not bout which bitch fuckin which nigga
But how to get our motherfuckin safe bigger
Private yachts on the dock, with our names on them
Game strong, never change cause the fame came along
IPhone full of stars, just waitin for a nigga to call
There's no way I could take 'm all
Know exactly what I came for
The weed and the progress, don't feed 'm too quick, might be too much to digest
It was a process, but we made it through the hate and the nonsense
Now we pull up to games smellin like pounds
Gotta listen to what niggas make up, cause they clowns
Maybe one day they will wake up
Settle down and get their motherfuckin cake up
Yeah, yep
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Smell the weed from a distance
All cars get lifted
Money, bars and business
Drinkin Champagne with some bitches
Toastin to them days when we ain't had a thing
Lil Kush rolled up, all my niggas on the plane
You wouldn't be into it, if you ain't see us do it
Js full of weed, 13s on fluant
[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
Don Parion, late nights, she got her best on
I know that if he lower the price, that it was stepped on
Candy store, we in the hood, Js droppin
High school dropped 30 a game, like it was nothin
And still a nigga ballen, cut my old hoes off, now I got new bitches callin
Set the canvis up, you see the picture that I'm drawen
And if it's for the gang, you know for sure they count me all in
Had it earli in the mornin
Duck 'm when it's scorchin
Stash it in the hamper, 30,000 in the laundry
You just want a trick, she come to me because you corney
And when she out with me, it's lit, it's never boring
Know some niggas bout me, leave you twisted if you try to harm me
They goin find you in the morning
Never need to send an army, just one shooter, word to Chauncy
Fill ups, as they say, fill ups
Super mean, Maybelline, couldn't make this up
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Smell the weed from a distance
All cars get lifted
Money, bars and business
Drinkin Champagne with some bitches
Toastin to them days when we ain't had a thing
Lil Kush rolled up, all my niggas on the plane
You wouldn't be into it, if you ain't see us do it
Js full of weed, 13s on fluant
Yo, who is you, man?
For real
Matter of fact, we get busy overhere
And I don't like that shit you said the other day either
Na, that other shit
Talkin bout, uh, who dis and dat was
Man, if you don't get the fuck outa here, chill
Realisticly, I can't even see ya'll niggas man
And on the real, I would much rather be me than you, man
OK
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Big bong, money long, got a big grip on the game
We on that business tip, not bout which bitch fuckin which nigga
But how to get our motherfuckin safe bigger
Private yachts on the dock, with our names on them
Game strong, never change cause the fame came along
IPhone full of stars, just waitin for a nigga to call
There's no way I could take 'm all
Know exactly what I came for
The weed and the progress, don't feed 'm too quick, might be too much to digest
It was a process, but we made it through the hate and the nonsense
Now we pull up to games smellin like pounds
Gotta listen to what niggas make up, cause they clowns
Maybe one day they will wake up
Settle down and get their motherfuckin cake up
Yeah, yep
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Smell the weed from a distance
All cars get lifted
Money, bars and business
Drinkin Champagne with some bitches
Toastin to them days when we ain't had a thing
Lil Kush rolled up, all my niggas on the plane
You wouldn't be into it, if you ain't see us do it
Js full of weed, 13s on fluant
[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
Don Parion, late nights, she got her best on
I know that if he lower the price, that it was stepped on
Candy store, we in the hood, Js droppin
High school dropped 30 a game, like it was nothin
And still a nigga ballen, cut my old hoes off, now I got new bitches callin
Set the canvis up, you see the picture that I'm drawen
And if it's for the gang, you know for sure they count me all in
Had it earli in the mornin
Duck 'm when it's scorchin
Stash it in the hamper, 30,000 in the laundry
You just want a trick, she come to me because you corney
And when she out with me, it's lit, it's never boring
Know some niggas bout me, leave you twisted if you try to harm me
They goin find you in the morning
Never need to send an army, just one shooter, word to Chauncy
Fill ups, as they say, fill ups
Super mean, Maybelline, couldn't make this up
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Smell the weed from a distance
All cars get lifted
Money, bars and business
Drinkin Champagne with some bitches
Toastin to them days when we ain't had a thing
Lil Kush rolled up, all my niggas on the plane
You wouldn't be into it, if you ain't see us do it
Js full of weed, 13s on fluant