(Intro)
In the sky with the clouds 'n' the loud
It's the clique nigga fuck you thought it was?
Uh uh uh
(Chorus)
Stupid ass niggas gon' trip off hoes
Smart ass niggas gonna get they dough
Pussy ass niggas finna bend 'n' fold
I said, I'm the type of nigga to smoke that dope
I'm the type of nigga to blow that dough
(Verse 1)
Every morning I wake up
First thing before any steak and eggs uh
Twist some cookie up then a nigga bake up
My bitches pretty wit all of the make up
I be so high like a rocket might take off
Been tryna tell these fuck niggas go wake up
Can't get no cash trip off a nigga cake uh
If I ain't got the money I might have to take it
It can't come outta thin air gotta stake it
And man will it pay off if you do it straight
Some niggas go down tryna make it thru
A lot of niggas die before the pay get thru
And smoke make the bass rattle thru yo shoes
Remember my younger days when I was acting a fool
All I wanted was bands couldn't think of no rules
Sold everything under the sun from acid, dope 'n' the shrooms
(Verse 2)
Roll a book of papers blowing thru the o
When we pushing work I don't even touch the dope
Staying the fuck away from any nigga wit a phone
Tryna make this cash gotta meet in person bro
Tell you something bout me yea they call me smoke
Why they do that cuz a nigga blowin' out the pound
Plus I like to dab that gelato out the ounce
Catch me in the hotel fresh hunnids and loud
All over the floor
Getting baked as fuck, the fire alarm already gone
No time to wait, my cell bout to blow
Time to make these bells, go for a band
And I'm on one nigga, if you ain't already know