[Wiz - Verse 1] my Louie V vision Fall up in the As long as me and my get in Every n-gga I came with, came to spend On champagne and tipping waitresses G'd up, you think this is? Put your feet up, this the fast, life speed up Pop the cork, roll the up ain't f-cking with the bar Still aint changed but the horses in my car Usually ain't into showing hoes I live But tonight we gon' go to my Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell weed on your clothes He don't know I did, drop you off at your whip Work by 8, almost 6, plus your n-gga he starting to catch wind Look at phone, press end Can't hurt him what he doesn't know Plus you we're both grown, come on
Money ain't a Tell the call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's here with me the kinda G-Shit I'm on G-Shit I'm on, I'm on Got rolling weed Bitches their hands in the air the DJ damn that's my song I ain't fall in love with you Let me your cup then find our way home
[Wiz - Verse 2] High off the I'm living Rooftop you gonna binocular vision Order a few shots and them things you say you do not do You probably gonna in Say it's wrong, I call it a statement for the To get you high as you want, break code the line to the front Ride top down, fire the skunk, as the dooby get down Roll one ? a of you, bring my brother one The bitches roll weed, I ain't f-cking with them That's just shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips Buy the champagne and spill it, we don't a sip And you here me in VIP taking risk girl saying shit like "Rose my favorite" Plus I'm rolling up all this weed you smell Weed in your hair, weed in nail, she under a spell
x2] Money a thang the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's here with me That's the kinda I'm on G-Shit I'm on, I'm on Got n-ggas rolling Bitches their hands in the air Tell the DJ that's my song I ain't fall in love with you Let me your cup then find our way home