Uh,
top bag, system bangin'
Made enough of this money
to quit complainin'
But still ain't made enough of it
to quit the game and hit the Cayman
Cop a telly,
that's where the bitches hangin'
Nice room, I'm buggin' with it,
you hear the price?
Top floor, she overcomin'
no fear of heights
Caught the wave,
she got motion sickness
Promise a pair of dice
And watch it settle for a pair of nights
Puffin' that killer,
can't get enough of the Skrilla
The paper's a pina colada
The Dutch is vanilla,
they don't call me Nirella
I can handle the belt
Play the hand I was dealt
Won't bluff in the dealer
Holes on my parallel,
fuck them if they're in wet
They wanna get to know me,
my name is more than I care to tell
I'm just tellin' the truth
Raisin' hell in the booth
Gotta make it to heaven,
come back and skate through the seventh
Live good, roll good, smoke until it's gone
Lay my head down, baby,
I'm a rolling stone
So drunk, won't remember
nothing in the moan
I'ma do this till I'm dead and gone
Smoke weed, fuck bitches
It's not hard, all you haters, niggas
I got one life, I'ma live it
I'ma live my life with no limits
Make it back tomorrow,
don't care how much I spend
Think I'm a G,
wait till you meet my friends
A beast I've been, now they wait on line
till I sign they CD for them
I in, all who question and sleep on him
Eatin' good too,
don't leave a piece for them
We gon' smoke palm trees,
drink some gin
Couldn't walk in my shoes,
no with your feet thinnin'
Uh, since I've been off the leash
Like I had a couple of drinks,
watch my buzz increase
Now we twistin' up,
sippin' champagne on the beach
We're either your Taylor
Gang or deceased
Nigga, write a bono
Live good, roll good, smoke until it's gone
Lay my head down, baby,
I'm a rolling stone
So drunk, won't remember
nothing in the road
I'ma do this till I'm dead and gone
Smoke weed, fuck bitches
Stuck hard, all you ain't nasty bitches
I got one life, I'ma live it
I'ma live my life with no limits
I came from nothing,
now I'm a money -making machine
Hustling raps,
cause there ain't no escaping the fiends
All over the map,
just me and my Caribbean team
A few from Atlanta,
my other niggas reppin' the beam
Our definition, it seems,
like we live on the screen
Not cause it's clear as day,
but cause me and my niggas be clean
We stay fly, haters hate
when we step on the scene
Cause we young, black,
and livin' the American dream
Okay, okay, this is what I do
Plannin' six off in this thing,
so is Wiz Khalifa too
Shoutout to the homie, ayo,
the world don't have a clue
What's about to happen, homie,
I'm just waitin' on my cue
They gon' get him,
pray that they don't let him
That nigga be goin' in,
who the fuck is y 'all tellin'?
I plan to ride this motherfucker
till the wheels broke
Thought I was sellin' crack
while listenin' back
Like that shit came out real dope
Smoke weed, fuck bitches
Stunt hard, oh, you ain't next, niggas
I got one life, I'ma live it
I'ma live my life with all of that
I'm going
You