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Can you picture money comin' in from every angle Left Miami with one of Taz's angels Venezuelan, pretty skin, and her eyes are hazel Smoked out, with a stripper, stage name is Angel White leather inside, coke white mayo I used to send O.G. P's in the mail I'm in the Crestside, with my cutties in Vallejo Choppin' game, Bay business over everything I lost loved ones, I'm tryna' smoke away the pain The paint drip like the coke when the powder drain Hopped off the plane and then a hundred sours came Move 'em all, we're in a drought in the Fall In my stones not a flaw, make baby work her jaw Does she smoke, can she roll a raw She with the shit or naw Money over bitches, yeah, but my girls pay cash Light yellow hash, yeah, and jet fuel gas Cherry Pie, Samurai We smoke like that Jet fuel, Lemon Tree Yeah, we roll like that Head stash look crazy Y'all don't hold like that I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed Letras de cancionesHard fuel, Girl Scout Yeah, we smoke like that Tropicana-ana Sherb Yeah, we roll like that Got a tangerine slab You don't hold like that I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed Spendin' many days plottin' hows we gonna get it And once we finally got it, how was we gonna spend it I don't need no limit Bein' broke don't cut it This is money over everything, loco, so fuck it I'm gon' push my bucket, every goddamn day I'm a mission to knock me off that goddamn rave Light up that goddamn J, get my smoke on vibe Take me two or three pulls, and ge me oh so high My nigga B grow farm, Berner joints gonna hit Cali love, California cable, jet fuel, bitch My nigga, take your pick, this is all I know I been down too long, so comin' up is all I know This is all I want, we so laid back In the mind-state of fuck the world, got wax Get it? Y'all got wax Figured y'all caught that The Snowman and Cookies, y'all don't roll like that Y'all ain't know about that Cherry Pie, Samurai We smoke like that Jet fuel, Lemon Tree Yeah, we roll like that Head stash look crazy Y'all don't hold like that I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed Hard fuel, Girl Scout Yeah, we smoke like that Tropicana-ana Sherb Yeah, we roll like that Got a tangerine slab You don't hold like that I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed Got them big packs and we make stacks and we shine hard Yeah, we laid back and they hate that and they mind scarred We upper echelon, with the session on, no fear at all Bitch, what you stressin' on? The impression you get, we take 'em all Let me know what you got, is you crying bitches We got tissues Fallen soldiers in the weed war You know you hate us, they don't miss you We got your mind-state fucked up now And it's ten past seven But you want time-out, and frustrated, can't hit that lemon The flavor was greater, savor the flower The doctor and Berner would relate to Shit is so major, behavior is all to the minute you hit it We fade you Bern got that bomb fire, that's no manner We smoke mix and you bitch asses try to hang But you end up another burned victim The doctors orders, had a quarter round It's every two hours, every fuckin' day If you run out, better my call nurses They'll bring a pack, it's all CA From top to bottom, call me on the dime I got a farm with some weed on it Don't worry, I'mma learn to doctor I'm in practice, no seed on it Cherry Pie, Samurai We smoke like that Jet fuel, Lemon Tree Yeah, we roll like that Head stash look crazy Y'all don't hold like that I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed Hard fuel, Girl Scout Yeah, we smoke like that Tropicana-ana Sherb Yeah, we roll like that Got a tangerine slab You don't hold like that I'm so blowed, blowed, blowed From Letras Mania