[Wiz - Verse 1] Adjust my V vision Fall up in the As as me and my gang get in Every I came with, came to spend chips On champagne and tipping waitresses G'd up, what you this is? Put your up, this the fast, life mama speed up Pop the cork, roll the up Nowadays ain't f-cking the bar Still aint nothing changed but the in my car Usually ain't into hoes where I live But tonight we go to my crib Be on your toes, your smell that weed on your clothes He don't know what I did, you off at your whip Work by 8, almost 6, plus n-gga calling Think he to catch wind Look at phone, press end Can't hurt him with what he know Plus you figure both grown, come on
Money a thang Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga here with me That's the G-Shit I'm on I'm on, G-Shit I'm on Got n-ggas rolling Bitches with their in the air Tell the DJ that's my song I trying fall in love with you Let me fill your cup find our way home
[Wiz - Verse 2] off the life I'm living Rooftop you gonna need binocular Order a few shots and them that you say you do not do You gonna give in Say it's wrong, I call it a statement for the To get you as you want, break dress code the line to the front Ride top down, the skunk, soon as the dooby get down Roll one ? a of you, bring my brother one The can't roll weed, I ain't f-cking with them That's just shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips Buy the and spill it, we don't save a sip And you here me in VIP taking risk Home girl saying shit "Rose my favorite" Plus I'm rolling up all weed you ever smell Weed in your hair, in your nail, she under a spell
x2] Money a thang Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's with me the kinda G-Shit I'm on G-Shit I'm on, I'm on Got n-ggas rolling Bitches with their in the air the DJ damn that's my song I ain't trying in love with you Let me your cup then find our way home