Released: December 11, 2013

Songwriter: Rob Coin

Producer: Soft Glas

[Verse One]
How far are we from getting into the bigger houses
That momma always wanted as soon as we reached the mountains?
Looking back at these plain ass niggas
It's a luxury, it sucks to be these lame ass niggas
Pop a bottle of champagne, we out chere got a record deal
Blowing smoke as the fan blades keep spinning on, lean back and chill
How's it feel to get the limelight, after sleeping under a lampshade?
In hotels, where hoes dwell and no food's left in the pantry
Yeah man, we half way from good green that's homegrown
Met a girl that I can't name, but her pussy good, she yellow bone
'member 'member them bad days, why pray for this success?
The Al Qaeda's a motherfucker we on it, on it, yes

[Hook]
That thing I can't deny
That thing I can't...
That thing I can't...
I can't deny
(Pussy, money, molly, bust it open as we rolling green 3x)
That thing...
That thing...can't
That thing...
I can't deny
(Rolling green, ro-ro-rolling green)

[Verse Two]
It's crystal clear, some are family in despair
Six-pack of beers, here, box of squares disappear
Don't you interfere, smoke is in the air
A hundred dollar bills, toss 'em everywhere
Know you think I'm careless, cause I'm living lavish
Maybe I'm making up for all of the years that I ain't have it
All I know is, lot of my niggas homeless
Walk to the corner store for Newports and a few Coronas
On it, we on this
It's something you never imagined, the greatest performance
From the dirty water, dripping, flicking roaches
To all these bitches out chere wanna to flaunt it, we on it

[Hook]
That thing I can't deny
That thing I can't...
That thing I can't...
I can't deny
(Pussy, money, molly, bust it open as we rolling green 3x)
That thing...
That thing...can't
That thing...
I can't deny
(Rolling green, rolling green)
(Pussy, money, molly, bust it open as we rolling green 3x)
That thing...
That thing...can't
That thing...
I can't deny
(Rolling green, ro-ro-rolling green)