Crazy (feat. Chevy Woods)

10-4 am I coming through clear

Just give me bout a month or two and I'll be right here

Tryna avoid police in riot gear

Heavyweight cash and you just a light year

I got a buzz and that's with no buzz yeah

Couldn't even walk in these shoes right here

And you acting like you don't see all this

Like ooh shit, look at the stones

They flawless, and the bitch that I'm with she gorgeous

I see you giant money, mines enormous

Don't even trip when I'm out I'll be very gone

My pockets fat like the head on Barry Bonds

You sit and chill, stack it up for a rainy day

A nigga like me gotta pay to play

When I was gettin' it minor, they ain't have shit to say

Now they scream cause I get it in a major way

I see 'em hatin' cause my paper right, right

I tell 'em hold on

She see all this and wanna stay the night, night

Had nothing like this in so long

She say she wanna ride with a G

So hop up in my passenger girl, we could be gone, gone

Don't ask yourself

Cause you not

You know I got Taylor stripes like Adidas

So these girls go wild like Mardi Gras

On my pimp shit so my pink show when I'm sippin' slow

High chance that them people coming so I'm gettin' low

They all thought they gettin' dough

Who cookin' the pot?

Sweet, potato on the tray, are you living to die?

On some OG Bobby Johnson South Central shit

Nigga, tell me who you really fucking with

It's the bread man, cash top dead man

From the city where you need a bullet proof headband

Go go gadget the money stretching long

Cash in plastic cause I get it long

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What you flip, that's diamonds zig zag money

And what I get, c an't fit it in the bag dummy

Don't ask yourself

Cause you not

I see 'em hatin' cause my paper right, right

I tell 'em hold on

She see all this and wanna stay the night, night

Had nothing like this in so long

She say she wanna ride with a G

So hop up in my passenger girl, we could be gone, gone

Don't ask yourself

Cause you not

Uhh, EZ Wider twisting

Easy Prada slip in's

Niggas tell me I look like Eazy prol cause it's easy for 'em

I'm bobbin' weavin' on 'em, Ali and Foreman

All of my niggas ballin' got TGOD across em

Money countin', countin' my dollars

Got no creases on 'em

My weed is awesome, paid the cost now they callin' me the bossman

"You should be more like Khalifa"

That's what they boss sayin'

But they ain't outta style, these niggas all?

All playin', thrity thousand feet up, rollin' weed up

Try and kill a track I told Jerm's we cut the beat up

These niggas ain't heard the best of me

Say she a fan her nigga think she want me sexually

Hoe, get your man

I'm out here gettin it, spendin' it

Spittin' the illest shit you ever heard in your life

Thinkin' to yourself Chevy be killin' shit

Nigga I murder it twice

My money is right

And when my Champagne come, they serving on ice

This the life