[Intro: J] Winners We scrapin' up all this man The hustle
Juicy J] I'm feelin' faded, and Buying everything so they can tell I it I'm rolling papers, they tryna' us I keep money comin' in, I'ma scrape it scrape it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it I'ma scrape it, I'ma it, I'ma scrape it I'm papers, man I'm faded I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma it [Verse 1: J] Man I'm blowing all loud I'll be damned to let a take it I'm a stoner wake and ain't no exit ? Plenty syrup, plenty loud, nigga you ain't All this cake a makin', better than desert Keep that chopper on Bombay quench my All these dead presidents I'ma a hearse I'm getting faded, I'm so Bout to spark, Kirk Wastin' weed, in my lap, tryna up but I swerve You say you not sucking dick, you got some nerve Put this condom on your ear hoe fuck what you I'm the shit, you just a turd, you ain't mark my words Got bitches who me brain 'til I'm a nerd
[Hook: J] I'm faded, and elevated Buying everything so they can I made it I'm rolling papers, they tryna' us I keep that money comin' in, I'ma it I'ma scrape it, scrape it, I'ma scrape it I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma it I'm rolling papers, man I'm I'ma it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it
2: Wiz Khalifa] They try to talk about me cause I'm staying positive Ridin' clean she wakin' up and cleanin' just how I live Niggas busy stressin', I'm just smokin' and takin' shots keep the proper medication cause I think a lot Fresh out the jacuzzi smokin' doobies in my Face time her bring her to the trap to watch movies Netflix, champagne, TV Best its going down, you fuckin' with a, G
Juicy J] I'm faded, and elevated Buying everything so can tell I made it I'm rolling papers, they fade us I keep that money comin' in, I'ma it I'ma scrape it, scrape it, I'ma scrape it I'ma scrape it, scrape it, I'ma scrape it I'm papers, man I'm faded I'ma scrape it, I'ma it, I'ma scrape it
3: Project Pat] Scrape it up, it up We tryna pile it up Buying drugs where I'm You get fucked like a slut Medical in my lungs, hustlers hold them rollies up Gas get in my pockets fat, stuffed like a stromboli In the club sparkles on them bottles like of July Bookin' all the way to Mississipi all the way to the Dubai papers smokin' like a hippie brains in the sky Rari light, police ask me questions I'ma lie I'm 100 like a Calico Cigarillo of medical You know off the credit bro We bottles and we stackin' dough
[Hook: J] I'm faded, and elevated everything so they can tell I made it I'm papers, they tryna' fade us I keep that money comin' in, I'ma it I'ma it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it I'ma it, I'ma scrape it, I'ma scrape it I'm rolling papers, man I'm I'ma scrape it, I'ma it, I'ma scrape it