No Singles

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Smoke DZA] Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (Uh) Blowin' kush smoke out the window (Right) Pockets full of hundreds, no singles (Uh) Pockets full of hundreds, no singles Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (Right) Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (Uh) Cruisin' down the street in my '64 Pockets full of hundreds, no singles [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] My pen way sharper than a sword Keep your cool, don't make me pull a cord, my lord Was in the trap, see the cracks in the decor Still paint chips droppin' on the floor, my lord, uh God bless ya Smooth like Drexler Mind state trained to move itself like Tesla (Uh) Crime rate boostin' Chicks takin' trips, troopin' Profited from them trips to Houston (Really) GED, gettin' every dollar Countin' stacks, either that or get to bouncin' like Impalas (Uh) Have them jack boys all up on your collar And twenty-five's the new numbers for lows, I'll holler [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Smoke DZA] Cruisin' down the street in my '64 Blowin' kush smoke out the window (Hahaha) Pockets full of hundreds, no singles (Yeah, yup) Pockets full of hundreds, no singles Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (Right) Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (Uh) Cruisin' down the street in my '64 Pockets full of hundreds, no singles [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] I was whippin' in the kitchen, whipped it on the corner I was workin' on the foreign, whipped it 'til the mornin', you was snorin' Pushin' on some buttons, turnin' nothin' into somethin' It was lint up in my wallet, now these pockets super lumpy Breakin' bread with my partners Whippin' on some choppers Stick my arm out the window just to shine on these boppers Just to shine on these bitches, recline on these hoes When your wrist game froze, tell 'em anything goes Gutter bass with the treble, mix the highs with low Woodgrain on the dash, reppin' wires with Vogues Pop trunk for the show, inside, it glow Chrome grill and the women whip wide and slow, hold up [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Cruisin' down the street in my '64 Blowin'— blowin' kush smoke out the window Pockets full of hundreds, no singles Pockets— pockets full of hundreds, no singles