5 On The Kush

[Intro: The Impressions, B.o.B]

Do you love me, too?

I do, do you love me tenderly

I do hope that you'll agree

We must be in love

(Yo, yo)

[Chorus: Bun B, B.o.B]

Five-five-five-

Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks (Ayy, haha)

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think (So)

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks (I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh)

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

I said, I'm throwed to the side, like a lateral

I swear tonight I'm doin' major damage, it's collateral

Fifty on the potion, hunnid on the smokin'

Panoramic roof, but we ride slow motion

Patrón Burdeos, top shelf, we toastin'

Top models, tops poppin' off, Kelly Rowland

It's whatever, I never let up, I never feel better

Got a house full of freaks and they'll never say never

My seats all leather, my jackets all leather

Got PETA pissed off 'cause my pillow full of feathers

Since day one, I stayed down like a cellar

Bun B, K.R.I.T., B.o.B. we some fuckin' trendsetters, ah

[Chorus: Bun B]

Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]

Okay, I roll up (Roll up,) and I pour up to the motherfuckin' top (Top)

M.C., twenty-fo' (Fo',) what's a whip if it don't chop? (Chop)

Subwoofers in my cushion, what's a trunk if it don't knock? (Knock)

Digi on the dash, if I want it then I cop

So just chill, ho (Just chill, ho,) let me work this wheel, ho (This wheel, ho)

[?] ([?]), [?] shit [?]

Drink lean and pop pill [?] (Pop pill [?]), so far in the sky, you can hear God talk

When I crack my window, clear out this Indo, I got five

[Chorus: Bun B]

Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

[Verse 3: Bun B]

Well, it's mista bigga, swisha picka up, but what's the deal though?

Roll in witcha sister, twistin' big and blowin' [?] bro

Trunk popped open, speakers kick it like a steel toe

With a big old bag of that Southside swag that I picked up [?]

All the trill note till they recognize, haters get on the sideline

Kill roaches like pesticide, delete 'em off of my timeline

Gettin' older, but I'm colder, better with age like I'm fine wine

Killer on the mic like Grind Time, put out your lights and let mine shine?

I'm too fresh and I'm too clean, gettin' [?] by routine

And I'm so wavy, so if you pay, then it's all gravy like Poutine

[?] baby, what you mean? I'm with B.o.B, he with K.R.I.T

And we on the job, trees is lit, so get off the knob, player, we the shit

[Chorus (Extended): Bun B]

Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think, five-five-five-

Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks

So loaded in the club that a nigga can't think