Exotic Weed (feat. Money Man & Lil Jairmy)

I done came up, this shit was a process
 Every year, had to make me some progress
 Had to grow and the money the object
 I just hit her, now she done got obsessed
 Every time I come over, she undress
 She lookin' good in that sundress
 50K finesse at SunTrust
 Need a bad chick satisfy my needs
 I done been broke, had to hit up my knees
 Cheap gas plug and the nigga Chinese
 West Coast bitch with me don't eat meat
 But you know she finna go down on me
 Plug took the ticket down just for me
 Nigga, I don't sell these bags for free
 Nigga, I don't make these songs for free
 Niggas out here wanna kill me, I don't even know why
 Bought cheap gas, had to let the shit dry
 I ain't greedy, dawg, I'ma let the shit fly
 Shawty so wet, I'ma need me a float
 I'ma sell these bags, then I'ma get ghost
 I don't fuck with these niggas, these niggas do the most
 Got two incomes, got music and dope
 I forgot about plastic, I got one more
 My girl asked, "Why your heart so cold?"
 A truck just came, so I'm finna unload
 I'ma still be rich if I never go gold
 Yeah, it's cold, so these Gucci boots cover my toes
 'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P's, no QPs
 I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze
 I'm havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I'm loaded with OGs
 And you can buy a verse, you want
 Just make sure that you got your cheese
 And I ain't buyin' no drip no more
 Spendin' my money on titles and deeds
 And what the hell y'all smokin' on?
 Boy, that ain't strong, I'm smelling seeds
 These are the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me
 Gas God, got what you need, I'm the lord of the weed
 Got a Gucci silk scarf that cover my throat
 Spent thirty-five hundred, that was on my coat
 Like YoungBoy, bitch, I'ma never go broke
 If a nigga diss me, I'ma never go no
 Nigga, I was down, but they let me up
 Ain't nothin', them niggas never helped me up
 I don't trust no bitch, tryna set me up
 I remember that day they wet me up
 Every bitch I had, had left my side
 Got three bulletholes on my left side
 I told my niggas can't let that slide
 Let's go set them niggas' whole hood on fire
 Finna cop that new Aston truck
 Them niggas was first, but I passed them up
 Bad bitch gon' give up that ass or what?
 I catch my nut, then pass the slut
 I spent forty thou', these VVS
 My bitch at home, she see me less
 I know my BM wanna see me stressed
 Go child support and CPS
 I spent four hundred thou' only in one day
 On everything I love, put that on Dre
 I lost my heart back in '08
 I caught that body and sold that K
 'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P's, no QPs
 I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze
 I'm havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I'm loaded with OGs
 And you can buy a verse, you want
 Just make sure that you got your cheese
 And I ain't buyin' no drip no more
 Spendin' my money on titles and deeds
 And what the hell y'all smokin' on?
 Boy, that ain't strong, I'm smelling seeds
 These are the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me
 Gas God, got what you need, I'm the lord of the weed
 Sippin' on syrup
 Poppin' these Percs, I hit that dope, I'm growin' wings
 Damn near spent a million dollars sippin' syrup and takin' beans
 I'm breakin' bread with all my mans
 I don't do nothin' without the team
 If you turn nothin' into somethin', you a motherfuckin' king
 I introduced her to this money, show her shit that she ain't seen
 Protect the squad at all costs
 Go get them sticks, come clear the scene
 Bet they ain't know way back in the day that shit'd be this way
 I get that money, baby, that's just in my DNA
 Got like two hundred, baby, then gave the jeweler 30K
 I'm ridin' with a dirty K, I'm tryna dodge a murder case
 I'ma take a nigga's main bitch, might go around the way
 I'm trappin', yeah, I keep them thangs in, bitch, you can come today
 'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P's, no QPs
 I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze
 I'm havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I'm loaded with OGs
 And you can buy a verse, you want
 Just make sure that you got your cheese
 And I ain't buyin' no drip no more
 Spendin' my money on titles and deeds
 And what the hell y'all smokin' on?
 Boy, that ain't strong, I'm smelling seeds
 These are the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me
 Gas God, got what you need, I'm the lord of the weed