Weed Money - Ac Sapphire

Big fat Matic inna di lockie Squaddy a try stop mi car, mi seh "watch it!" ayy, ayy High grade weed, it a guh thru mi he-ea-ad Likkle more is fat pussy gyal inna mi be-e-ed We got weed an' money We got weed an' money We got weed an' money-ayy-ayy Yuh gyal a call me, call me seh she lonely Seh she waah, she waah buddy We got weed an' money-ayy-ayy... an' guns too Wi fulla everything like dung a town Know seh man a killa suh nuh bring nuh style around Yeh mi paramount, tell dem gather 'round Check mi account, every day gyal a count Every choppa have a top-up pon dem banga phone Gyal a send di pussy gimmi pon mi 'nodda phone Mi and mi gun an' God a roll When mi touch eh road We got money, we got guns Artillery dem, wi got di thugs Gyal a sip liquor seh she waah drugs High grade weed dat a guh dung inna lungs (ohh) Tun up eh sound, nuh go low Fuck up eh road an' go home Every man have a shorty Every man have a 40 We got weed an' money We got weed an' money We got weed an' money-ayy-ayy Yuh gyal a call me, call me seh she lonely Seh she waah, she waah buddy We got weed an' money-ayy-ayy... an' guns too Good times, yeh wi jus' a live... Uptop Camp Chapo lifestyle, she seh taco weh fi mile Love eh lifestyle, fuck har pon eh white tile Jewelry a drip, chain dem a white ice She seh mi sweet, my type She spot mi front one mile A premeditate like seh a one crime Seh she waah fuck mi from long time We got weed an' money We got weed an' money We got weed an' money-ayy-ayy Yuh gyal a call me, call me seh she lonely Seh she waah, she waah buddy We got weed an' money-ayy-ayy Just us Gyal love fuck Belly tuff tuff Nine months time Yow Uptop Camp

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