[Verse]
Two big blunts, you know I'm finna face it
Grams in the addict, got cash up in the basement
Smoke, smoke, smoke, you know that I be blazing
Goddamn, n***a, I'm so fucking amazing
Chopper in the trunk, in case I got to chop shit
Bad white bitch, call her Nancy Botwin
Bitch, I got plugs, so you know I got options
Always on the grind, yeah, you know I be plottin'
Oh, I need the green, plus a lot of extra toppings
Do you love me? Our love that I'm poppin'
Heading to the top and them haters can't stop me
I'm cocky, bitch, I'm the champ like Rocky
Countin' hella green while I'm smoking on a broccoli
Bet I get a milli', motherfucker, just watch me
Bad model chick on my dick, let her top me
Skeeted in her face and she said that shit was saucy

[Chorus]
See us winning, now the hoes wanna run with us
Got a whole bunch of weed, n***a, roll it up
Real shit, I don't think nobody cold as us
Most time I be feeling like the Golden Son
See us winning, now the hoes wanna run with us
Got a whole bunch of weed, n***a, roll it up
Real shit, I don't think nobody cold as us
Most time I be feeling like the Golden Son