Lyric

Smokin’ dough in the studio

Opps called me a foolio

That kinda attitude won’t get you far I know that tho

Hot in them clean sheet with her I know I know how that go

Get it tho, blowing green I’m really all about that smoke

How you say that shit when you don’t even mean it though

By the time I realized that shit was already gone

Hop out, drag racing with a bitch I know

Called me outta nowhere talking ‘bout how you been tho?

I been good how ‘bout you? (Yeah)

Felt that shit through and through (Yeah)

My mind’s stuck in a loop

Told my brother go and go and get that loot! (Uh!)

Okay then, get me in the mood!

Never miss a chance no-no-no I’m really that dude!

Kick that fuck-boy outta here you know we keep it rude! (Yeah)

Spit my mind to the mic I spit the truth

Smokin’ dough in the studio

Opps called me a foolio

That kinda attitude won’t get you far I know that tho

Hot in them clean sheet with her I know I know how that go

Get it tho, blowing green I’m really all about that smoke

How you say that shit when you don’t even mean it though

By the time I realized that shit was already gone

Hop out, drag racing with a bitch I know

Called me outta nowhere talking ‘bout how you been tho?

I been good how ‘bout you? (Yeah)

Felt that shit through and through (Yeah)

My mind’s stuck in a loop

Told my brother go and go and get that loot! (Uh!)

Okay then, get me in the mood!

Never miss a chance no-no-no I’m really that dude!

Kick that fuck-boy outta here you know we keep it rude! (Yeah)

Spit my mind to the mic I spit the truth