Comb Over

For real man, we need that whip

That's the car I need

Motherfucker hit a plane and the plane blew up

Ugh, yup

Standing in the mirror

My visions of that money getting clearer

Scratch that, it's getting nearer

Some of this actually happened

I was weed nappin'

Wasn't shit

Now they pay us for the raps we kick

My hotel smell like confidence

They hate us but that weed smoke

Bring on compliments

So roll this paper

Tell the waitress - get my drink

From off the coaster

Bring the bitch that love to smoke

And get the weight from off my shoulders

Yea, I be flying everywhere nigga

Sometimes I don't even know where the fuck I'm at

I be waking up - random motherfuckers

Be knocking on my door and shit

Like who the fuck is that?

Nosey ass cleaning lady

You wanna hit this weed?

Stains from your make-up

Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up

Young nigga, but got my cake up

Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane

Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit

Look at my bitch, we the shit

Probably high - what they say when they see us

But they never say that we broke

Kush in every j that we smoke

Putting rings on every finger

Never put 'em out, just let the smoke linger

Champagne for the girls, straight shots for my niggas

Started small but now the money getting bigger

It all get better with time

Rather go hard instead of unwind

And play your part and I'mma play mine

Feel me?

Motherfuckers always speakin' out of turn

They don't know nothin' about this shit

That's why I'm me and you're you

Matter of fact, fuck that

This taylor gang

T.g.o.d. Nigga

Ain't shit changed gang

What up ricky p

Richard

Don't smoke that pound without me richard

Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom

Jim brown smash baby

Oh shit! We get to see the tits?

Here we go!

Get her jim! Get her jim!

Oh shit!

I don't get no sleep

I'm fresh off the plane

I don't get no sleep, God damn