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Uh, I got my California green and my New York bitch My new car clean, you should see that bit Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich Bringing ounces, only personal's get lit Been doing this, ever since I touched my first scent I was hella bent on touching that wealth, bitch Now I'm toasting to my health, making them niggas sick By myself, top shelf, where the best sit, uh Gucci gloves on my fingers Pointing to the man and I see him in the mirror High ass, money making, wrist taking Niggas hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed now Ready for that wake n' bake I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as fuck Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once Cause I be I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as fuck Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once Cause I be All I got in this world, is my balls and my word SongtexteA few pounds of the herb, four dimes and six birds In that zammy I swerve, out in New Orleans I'm boss My eastside niggas say word, getting it like the first and the third Now when it come to my pockets, it's a must I see profit Mingo Bonds I'm the man, smoking grams, counting grands Nice kicks, I'm the shit, stupid bitch get off of my dick You niggas nosy like chicks, air hustling all in my mix Catch me riding 'round with my tops down Smoking on that kill, you know my weed loud Mingle baby, real nigga, you can't keep down I'm too high, eyes low, you know I'm cheifed out I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as fuck Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once Cause I be Aus Songtexte Mania