Yeah, it's Young Khalifa Man, yeah, Taylor Gang over everything
Champagne, paper planes, bi*ch takin' off her wedding ring
Leave with us you'll never be the same, makin' money in major ways

[Hook - Repeat X2]
If I got it then I'ma spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain't gotta say nothin' about us right in front of you
I do all of that shit them niggas don't do
Pop another bottle, I'ma roll this weed up, I'm so G'd up, G'd up

[Verse 1]
Uh, big-face digits, whips ain't rented
Walk inside the bank bi*ch I'm Ben Frank friendly
Big cake piled up on my plate shit endless
Throw it in her face watch the bi*ch make wishes
Walk inside the club, bottles of that liquor
Groupies actin' up, dyin' to get a picture
Rose and Patron, Kush be my cologne
Shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled
All my diamonds clean, all I count is cheese
Walkin' on a dream while you tryin' to intervene
On top of that money, them haters in-between
Smokin' sour seem you can smell it on her weave
Smell it when I leave, niggas catchin' feelings
OG Kush prescription keep me way over the buildin'
Ridin' in my ride, bangin' in my system
High as Whitney tryin' to find a way to get a million

[Hook - Repeat X2]
If I got it then I'ma spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain't gotta say nothin' about us right in front of you
I do all of that shit them niggas don't do
Pop another bottle, I'ma roll this weed up, I'm so G'd up, G'd Up

[Verse 2]
Uh, know I'm smokin' sour you can smell it down the hall
Learned this as a youngin', what you sell could get you far
Captain of my team, tell you how to ball
Ain't a game I put that on my marijuana jar
Breakfast on the plane, smell like alcohol
Diamonds in my chain, muscle in my car
Live a movie scene, hundred-dollar jeans
Pocket full'a benji's give them 20?s to my broad
Always on my job, been about my business
Killin' all these rappers off now can I get a witness?
Lyin' to the judge, flyin' to the club
Chopper play the barber came to line a nigga up
Heavy in the game, still ain't had enough
We takin' all your bi*ches and buyin' all the drugs
Couple thousand for the Louis lining in my tub
G'd up from my feet up.

[Hook - Repeat X2]
If I got it then I'ma spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain't gotta say nothin' about us right in front of you
I do all of that shit them niggas don't do
Pop another bottle, I'ma roll this weed up, I'm so G'd up