Five Bucks

Im smokin loudly, i woke them all

I pick up that tree, when its not far

Im gone off that tree, when its not tall

Im in love with tree, i'm a avatar

I pick up a o from my nigga ralphie

My bro and me but he is not alfie

Gone off that goo punch, it makes me drowsy

Roll up the windows, it makes it cloudy

Daaamn if you aint know

I make these girls nice smokin paper and bows

My ladies like blunts, hit em twice if not once

Then i blow em off and just pass em to my bro

Now catch me gettin brain if a nigga not learnin

I be spendin money if a nigga not earnin

Catch me in the back seat if im not stirrin

And i be rollin up if a nigga not burnin

I got 5 on it

(got it good)

Grab your fo', let's get keyed

I got 5 on it

Messin' with that endo weed

I got 5 on it

(got it good)

It's got me stuck, cannot go back

I got 5 on it

Potnah, let's go half on a sack

You know a nigga like to stay up at that cruisin altitude up in the sky

Try to fuck with paper planes but its not the same high

Cleveland niggas aint no bitches we prefer the cigarello smoke

If you say it take away from taste then get some better smoke

Cuz the shit i blow can be smoked on the next block

Aint no middle man everything you need is in stock

This glock is all the security i need

I be solo dolo when you see me blowin on some weed

Why speed? no need i be just takin it slow

I be so clean diesel overpowers my cologne

Now all the bad bitches who blaze are shiftin this way

Yall just some white doves with these leaves i am the sensei

Now bow to the bag, never save the best for last

When i come around niggas know to hurry up and pass

Fuck a dime set lets cop a quarter pound

What the fuck is you gonna put down

Nigga i got five

I got 5 on it

(got it good)

Grab your fo', let's get keyed

I got 5 on it

Messin' with that endo weed

I got 5 on it

(got it good)

It's got me stuck, cannot go back

I got 5 on it

Potnah, let's go half on a sack

Hot wired 6?4 hydraulics

Not stolen lost my keys i was high patna

Fuck you want this a raw paper

Not a blunt you must got me mixed up with chip cuz

This spitta zig zag a whole zip up

Shit strong shoulda came with a big pick up

Bitches callin me wanna smoke beggin for me to pick her up

She blow me while im blowin rings of that killa

That weed you smokin brown

Fake weed too much makeup clown

Get real smoking green strawberry fields

High standin up feelin like im layin down

Couple boojey judies came round

Actin all stuck up

Now they just stuck from smoking with us

How the hallways smellin is my windows open enough

I hear walkie talkies is security comin up?

I got 5 on it

(got it good)

Grab your fo', let's get keyed

I got 5 on it

Messin' with that endo weed

I got 5 on it

(got it good)

It's got me stuck, cannot go back

I got 5 on it

Potnah, let's go half on a sack