[Wiz - Verse 1] Adjust my Louie V Fall up in the As as me and my gang get in Every n-gga I came with, to spend chips On popping and tipping waitresses G'd up, you think this is? Put your feet up, this the fast, life mama up Pop the cork, roll the up ain't f-cking with the bar Still aint nothing but the horses in my car ain't into showing hoes where I live But tonight we go to my crib Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell that weed on your He don't know what I did, you off at your whip Work by 8, almost 6, plus your n-gga Think he starting to wind at your phone, press end Can't hurt him with what he know you figure we're both grown, come on
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 weed with their hands in the air Tell the DJ damn that's my I trying fall in love with you Let me fill your cup find our way home
[Wiz - Verse 2] High off the life I'm Rooftop you gonna need 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 for the mission To get you high as you want, break code Skip the to the front Ride top down, the skunk, soon as the dooby get down another one ? a of you, bring my brother one The bitches can't weed, I ain't f-cking with them That's just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense trips Buy the champagne and it, we don't save a sip And you here me in VIP taking risk Home girl shit like "Rose my favorite" I'm rolling up all this weed you ever smell Weed in your hair, weed in nail, she under a spell
x2] Money ain't a Tell the waitress 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 with their in the air Tell the DJ damn that's my I ain't fall in love with you Let me fill cup then find our way home