Stoned Gentleman (feat. Curren$y)

Sledgren

[Wiz Khalifa]

Like my gin neat

Run the game, I suggest that you get floor seats

Might not leave with everything, but we for sure get a piece

Fix it up, put it on the streets

If I ain't in my 6-4, then my Benz creep

Up and down the street

Run to the money, can't nothin' else get me on my feet

We ain't even gotta watch for police

It's legal now, they allow us to grow trees

My hotel suite describe the definition of chic

Tryin' not to ash on the sheets

Got a balcony we won't see

30 mil' a year, still tryna be lowkey

And that's just me, not even to mention my OG

Get money 'fore we dip, then we proceed

It's funny how niggas get

We don't do it 'less the whole gang benefit

We stoned gentlemen

[Curren$y]

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches

Standin' in the way, fuck him and whoever with him

Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in

Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas

Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in

Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

She in the mirror for hours, hopin' that she get seen

With us, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas

Hustle is all I know, spend it and get some more

I'm stayin' on the go, hopin' it don't get slow

I'm on the paper route with my folk

Ain't part of this game, a joke

Wrap it up like a brick of coke

Call a play like a give-and-go

Ballin' for real, toss an alley oop off the pick and roll

Rollin' hundred spokes gold, my Rolex frozen

Have you ever seen a quarter of a million dollars rollin'?

Bein' drivin' like it's stolen, by a stoned stoner

One of the originals who showed you fools how to turn the internet rhymes into residuals

I put away a whole lot of loot and stayed true, that's what we do

Make it easy to choose, so guess what?

You wonderin' why she gettin' all dressed up

You in the house, messed up, all stressed, for what?

Hustle is the only thing gon' keep your lights on, fuck love

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches

Standin' in the way, then fuck him and whoever with him

Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in

Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas

Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in

Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

She in the mirror for hours, hopin' that she get seen

With us, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas, yeah