5 Bucks (5 On It)

[Intro: Big Sean]

I do it

B-I-G

Finally Famous in this

I do it (G.O.O.D. Music)

D-Town (Finally Famous in this, getting money)

Boy

Ayy

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

OK, I'm smoking loudly, I woke them all

I pick up that tree, ha, when it's not fall

I'm gone off that tree (Tree) when it's not tall

I'm in love with tree, I'm a Avatar

I pick up a O from my nigga Ralphy

My bro and me, but he is not Alfie (Ha)

Gone off that goo-punch, it makes me drowsy (Damn)

Roll up the windows, it makes it cloudy

Damn, if you ain't know

I made these girls' nights, smoking paper and bowls (Look)

My ladies like blunts—hit 'em twice, if not once (Once)

Then I blow 'em off and just pass 'em to my bro

Now, catch me getting brain if a nigga not learning (Ha)

I be spending money if a nigga not earning (Yup)

Catch me in the backseat if I'm not steering (Do it)

And I be rolling up if a nigga not burning, boy

[Chorus: Michael Marshall]

I got five on it (Got it, good)

Grab your 40, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messing with that Indo weed

I got five on it (Got it, good)

It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back

I got five on it

Partner, let's go half on a sack

[Verse 2: King Chip]

Yeah, you know a nigga like to stay at that cruising altitude up in the sky

Try to fuck with paper planes, but it's not the same high

Cleveland niggas ain't no bitches, we prefer the cigarillo smoke

If you say it take away from taste, then get some better smoke

'Cause this shit I blow can be smelt on the next block

Ain't no middlemans—everything you need is in stock

This Glock is all the security I need

I be solo-dolo when you see me blowing on some weed

Why speed? No need, I be just taking it slow

I be so clean, diesel overpowers my cologne

Now, all the bad bitches who blazed on shifting this way

Y'all just some white belts with these leaves; I am the sensai

Now, bow to the bag, never save the best for last

When I come around, niggas know to hurry up and pass

Fuck a dime sack, let's cop a quarter-pound now

What the fuck is you gon' put down? Nigga, I got five

[Chorus: Michael Marshall & Curren$y]

I got five on it (Got it, good)

Grab your 40, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messing with that Indo weed

I got five on it (Got it, good)

It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back

I got five on it (Ugh)

Partner, let's go half on a sack

[Verse 3: Curren$y]

Yeah, hot-wired, six-four hydraulics

Not stolen, lost my keys, I was high, partner

Fuck you want? This the raw paper not a blunt

You must, got me mixed up with Chip 'cause

This Spitta; Zig-Zag a whole zip up

Shit strong, should've came with a bed pickup

Bitches calling me, wanna smoke, beggin' for me to pick up

She blow me while I'm blowin' rings of that killer

That weed you smoking brown

Fake weed, too much makeup, clown

Get real smoking green, strawberry fields

High, standing up, feeling like I'm laying down

Couple boujee Judy's came 'round

Acting all stuck-up; now, they just stuck from smokin' with us

How the hallway smelling? My windows open enough?

I hear walkie-talkies—is security coming up? Fuck

[Chorus: Michael Marshall & Curren$y]

I got five on it (Got it, good)

Grab your 40, let's get keyed (Yeah)

I got five on it

Messing with that Indo weed

I got five on it (Got it, good)

It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back

I got five on it

Partner, let's go half on a sack