Yeah Uhh, I'm higher than a plane and I wanna land Everytime I I see a hundred grand Rolling so much weed it's the mother land I ain't english, I'm talkin' rubberbands Jacksons, Franklins, either one of You ain't talkin' paper so you don't understand Spazzin' on these n-ggas I'm going ham Taxin' all n-ggas call me Uncle Sam Rappin got me on the relaxin' Smoking OG by the LB now the oceans with ashes And n-ggas on hatin' I just roll one, get my cash and here 'em talk bout what they do but I know that ain't happen (ain't gone happen) you think of a gang of real n-ggas spendin' money Then you bout us When you think of who in here bought anything they wanted Then you bout us When you think of niggas who gone get it how they live you thinkin' bout us When you of who really out here doin' it big Then you bout us I roll 'em faster than a train and I don't stop say 'need a verse', they 50 grand a pop Smokin' on the best, at the top Finish up tour and buy another watch Fly new plane, board another Do another show, I'm out gettin' paid But you never know My cheese so long, my weed so strong, I'ma overdose Uhhh, man I'm baggin' it, a bag now I'm packin' it Try turn down but I get it roll one, pass it around til everybody in the room can't finish You a f-ck n-gga so you hit it Ball so hard that you win it So money bank can't fit it Had my own til you ran wit it OG I'm the man wit it When you of a gang of real n-ggas spendin' money you thinkin' bout us When you think of who came in here bought they wanted Then you thinkin' us When you of some niggas who gone get it how they live you thinkin' bout us When you of who really out here doin' it big Then you bout us