GREEN

[Intro] What's up with that weed man We blowing trees Money from these hoes man That's what I need What's up with that weed man We blowing trees Money from these hoes man Ayo Schim run that shit back [Chorus: Mike Dimes] They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Pappa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker [Verse 1: Mike Dimes] Clientele all on my phone I went to Venice just to bone it and end up taking shawty home I got bitches on my dick, won't leave me lone' I keep it playing I ain't worried bout a hater they gon' talk too much (What's up with that weed man) I'm the biggest fucking gumpie in the tank, lil baby You need a ticket just to get a up in the place, lil baby I make a ticket every city in the states, lil baby I'm the shit proly' how I got the stench but lately I been on the road for the riches Till I double all my expenses I ain't never gon' fall of a pivot (Straight up) But i'mma proly' be trippin' if I hear one more description About a nigga having me and some lame in the same sentence, nigga (What's up with that weed man) (Fuck nigga) Cause I ain't even like that boy Probably couldn't even write with the boy Be mean all night to the boy Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum up this and change the height of the boys Swear they don't know me, don't wanna meet the old me [Chorus: Mike Dimes & Wiz Khalifa] They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Pappa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker (uh, uh-huh) [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] They trynna' tell me I'm a taylor, gangster but I do it major Weed head but I be with bangers, why you talking to the coppers, not us Why you trynna' stop us? On them shrooms, we pill poppers wanna book me, fly me private baby Ride me baby, from the Burgh where they grimy, baby I been looking shiny lately, what the time say? I can't even see the face Stars in the roof make her think we at outerspace [Chorus: Mike Dimes and Wiz Khalifa] They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper (Yeeah) Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Pappa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker [Verse 3: Hoodlum] I got options Big .40 on my waist, feeling coughin’ I’m on gas, bitch i’m coughin’, what you need though? I got hoes, pigeon toe, moonwalking to the [?] Drank up in my gutter, and my pee-hole (What's up with that weed man) Shoot the shot like free-throws Chop shit, not me though Drank sip, like tea hoe Big bag and my heat close Get popped through that peep-hole Shut up [Chorus: Mike Dimes] They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Pappa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker