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[Verse: Smoke DZA] Get money, fuck bitches, continuously stylin' Another day, another offer, the money keep pilin' Never been to Riker's but I take trips to the island A thousand dollars for my kicks, no red on the bottom Can't spend it when I'm gone, shit niggas be dying Another day, another body, lil' niggas be wildin' I'm high plus you funny-looking, that's why I keep smilin' I copped the rollie off my grind, I call it perfect timin' Got the hood wondering what I got signed for They still sleeping, they must fuck with Phillip Stein More Another package on my next day shit Wonder why you ain't seen this piece, that's cause it's next year shit I'll leave 'em crispy like a bad cook Go through my closet like a 2012 lookbook, all types of flavors Been around the world, met all types of players All types of hustlers, all types of haters I kill 'em with that hot flow Rollin' through the city with Richie in a 3-series like motherfuck the potholes 45 degrees, no top flow - we hot though Haters tryna cop my swag, naw - shop closed Silly rabbit, rap niggas be fake friendly I don't care who like me, real niggas relate to me Lil' homie, still on the ave, getting cake for me Which means, I'm still that nigga, basically I kicked in the door, let my niggas in No, I'm poppin' in places you ain't never been It's the Kush God's time, ya'll watch You gon' wish you was there when the ball dropped Aus Songtexte Mania