[Intro]
Yeah
Ten steps ahead of these n***as
That's why they fuck with me instead of these n***as
Fool
Kush & Orange Juice, n***a
I'm tryna use better words
Bitch
Jerm on the boards
This time around, we want all the money
You n***as short-changin' and shit
Show somethin'
Champagne and E-Z Widers
Presidential views

[Verse 1]
I keeps it real, nothin' like you actors do
Joints, I flick, bomb raps, I kicks off
Can't rip this off
Tag on your mattress, fool
You'd rather be high
This that shit, bitch, now you in the presence of the fly
Louis cover my eyes
Not them hundred dollar Ray-Bans, fam, these 675
Rap ass n***as tellin you lies
Runnin' game, some things money just can't disguise
That's why keepin' it G is where I keep my pride
You a lame 'cause I'm good with a couple n***as who ride
Look, fella, trees yellin', just by the smell, you can tell us
Chronic, I smoke hella, my pockets want mozzarella
Your bitch here twistin' up like propellers
Got my paper right, now we like white boy hair the way they jealous
[Chorus]
When we come, we came to spend money, we think it ain't nothin', that's why they get to cuffin' they hoes
She comin' to drink and smoke some of this good dank, then go back to my place, don't ask, you already know
Ain't worried 'bout another n***a while I'm gettin' mine, homie, I ain't got the time
Face in the clouds, I'm feelin' like time is on my side
But they don't wanna see me fly
They don't wanna see me fly
The life is all I know
To live this way, I chose
Grindin' paid its toll (Oh, oh)
Now everywhere I go, I fly

[Verse 2]
Most of my bitches use and abuse
These n***as, call it making 'em pay they dues
Spendin' all your hard-earned money on bags and shoes
When all they really need is kush and orange juice
Shit, that's what I feed 'em
They download my songs, watch my interviews and read 'em
Treat her like you love her, I fuck her once, then I don't need her
I'm playin'
I keep a couple of them skinnies
That I hit up anytime I'm in they city
Shorty, I ain't on no sports team, but your n***a balling
Don't pick up my line less I see it's money calling
Jordan shorts by the pair and my socks is Ralph Lauren
And I got that there from my n***a down New Orleans
Real as they come, every one of my n***as all in
N***as'll talk slick, but me, I'm gettin to the paper
'Cause they see us and act like they never hated
Gang, gang
[Chorus]
When we come, we came to spend money, we think it ain't nothin', that's why they get to cuffin' they hoes
She comin' to drink and smoke some of this good dank, then go back to my place, don't ask, you already know
Ain't worried 'bout another n***a while I'm gettin' mine, homie, I ain't got the time
Face in the clouds, I'm feelin' like time is on my side
But they don't wanna see me fly
They don't wanna see me fly
The life is all I know
To live this way, I chose
Grindin' paid its toll (Oh, oh)
Now everywhere I go, I fly

[Outro]
Taylor Gang in this bitch, you a fool
Big bags of kush, put an X in the middle
Add the orange juice, n***a