[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I make the cadillac swerve
Left hand gripping the wood grane wheel
Right hand up her skirt
My passenger is whine fine
I got fine dimes all across the world
I'm connected like wifi
Why ask why I do what I do?
But your girl got the answers, I'm screwing her too
This a Young Money party, bring you and your crew
Smoke something, drink something, we do what we do
Styrofoam filled with the DJ Scrue
That's the purrple for you Urkels that don't relate to
Getting fucked up, grabbing the ice, fillin' the cup up
Sipping till your eyes get low then you slumped up
Then you jumped up
Millz, roll another dutch up
Ladies tryna smoke, plus they already fucked up
Man I can't lie, this a hell of a life
Pocket full of money, it's gonna be a hell of a night
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all
We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm smoking and holding my Arizona
My 69, ain't got no cup holders
Yeah I said it's 69
Original motor, and that's really mine
I payed cash for it, I really grind
Niggas measuring pounds instead of time
Cake stacked today, know it's a quarter mill, I could tell by how much it weigh
Everything good as long as my niggas straight
Skinny nigga but my bank is full
Tryna wait a little bit to cop this 9/11, but I'm getting anxious, fool
30,000 feet I'm smoking like it's legal
Getting served breakfast on a trip to Dubai
Flying private but I ain't alone
I brought my people
You know the car fast, I slow my speed up
Made a million off keeping it G, and roll the weed up
Now people fly across the stage just meet us
Haters saying they wanna defeat us
You know haters, they wanna be us
Truth is, you can't join us or beat us
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all
We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all
[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Yeah I'm riding round the city in something that's sitting pretty
Passenger looking ballsey, she as high as Diddy
Diamonds are looking flawless
Yes I pay me a pretty penny to keep the ice on my necklace dancing like Diddy
New Orleans, I put on for my city
Real niggas and bitches only sit in my committee
Lames can't get near me, so they feel me
I'm green at the red light, I grill 'em
Barbeque them like dinner
Young Money, our rivals is losing cause I'm riding my coupe ignint
Top back in the winter, I'm in grind mode
Auto motor on my wrist, that's a different timezone
I'm futuristic with this shit I gets my grind on
And these lame rappers faker than the rhinestone
Young boss, Imma show you the shit I'm on
Holding my pants my girl grind on
YM, TGOD, it's time to shine on
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all
We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all
