Grams And Grands

[Hook: Sdot Pdot and Holly G.]
[Sdot Pdot]
I'm just smoking grams
Counting grands

[Holly G.]
Stacking hella bands
To the ceiling fan

[Sdot Pdot]
Smoke [4x]

[Holly G.]
Stack, Stack [4x]

[Verse 1: Holly G and Sdot Pdot]
[Holly G.]
What's on the agenda today
Shit
Get high and then cash out
Got a couple grams
I'm rollin dope
Getting high as fuck
Til' I'm passing out
Stoner Nation
Chasin Paper
Im
Living life good ho
Y'all fuckin haters
Don't even faze me
Live my life
Wish you could ho

[Sdot Pdot]
Bad bitch And she Rollin
Bad bitch And she stolen
That's Yo bitch My bad dog
This my new bitch For the moment
We toasted
High as Fuck like we floating
We toasting
To a lot of bread
Some more shit'd

[Holly G.]
Bitch I'm gone Grind til' I shine
And I'm gon smoke and get High
Yo shit don't smoke
If you don't choke
Hell nah that ain't that fye
This ain't no joke
I got kill
I'm gon smoke till I die
Get these bands up
Til' they stand up
Band status on high

[Sdot Pdot]
Stacking all these commas
Got me in designers
Smoking til' it thunder
This that shit no plunger
I do this you a poser
Smoke it til' it's over
Counting bankrolls
Til my eye closed
And I'm in a kush comma

[Hook: Sdot Pdot and Holly G]
[Sdot Pdot]
I'm just smoking grams
Counting grands

[Holly G.]
Stacking hella bands
To the ceiling fan

[Sdot Pdot]
Smoke [4x]

[Holly G.]
Stack, Stack [4x]

[Verse 2: Sdot Pdot and Holly G.]
[Sdot Pdot]
I'm just smoking grams
Counting grands
Blow kush and money
Like a ceiling fan
Up In VIP
They know who I am
I'm the one rolling up dope doing the money dance

[Holly G.]
Until they realize
That these red eyes
Are not from cries
I'm just high
And as I visualize
Of my space and time
I puff until
I reach sky
I'm Cooling up in those clouds
And won't be coming down
Until night
Another white owl
Packed with kush
So i'll be ready for
The next flight

[Sdot Pdot]
All this fucking weed No sticks no seeds
Got that loud pack And it's on me
You ain't real nigga you phony
You ain't smoking gas you on E
You ain't eating kid you look hungry
You ain't got that bag
You broke man
Yo pockets look lonely

[Holly G.]
Roll up
Hold up
Where the fuck these niggas come from
They showed up
For the smoke up
These niggas some true bums
Killing me bitch good luck
You ain't killing beats
You niggas suck
I'm on top
And you bitches are not
Smoking that Reggie
Thats why u can't keep up

[Hook: Sdot Pdot and Holly G]