[Intro – Juicy J]
Right here, let’s get ratchet, uh huh
Right here, let’s get ratchet, uh huh
[Verse 1 – Juicy J]
Trippy like bombay paper planes
Pints of codeine, pounds of Mary Jane
If I didn’t have my dope, I would go insane
24/7 high, I will never change
Need my vicadin, I need my loyal tabs
I need a bad b***h with enormous ass
Every day I’m throwed my n***a
When you making this money, this how it goes my n***a
Trippy like bombay paper planes
Pints of codeine, pounds of Mary Jane
If I didn’t have my dope, I would go insane
24/7 high, I will never change
Need my vicadin, I need my loyal tabs
I need a bad b***h with enormous ass
Every day I’m throwed my n***a
When you making this money, this how it goes my n***a
[Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifa]
Rolling and blowing it by the O, my n***a
Sipping and smoking, that’s how I get it in motion
Smoking them lighters and give you n****s the roaches
Shows and after parties for all the pictures, be posing
Don’t you doubt all that s**t, so that n***a be pouring
Slowing down, weed going round
I’m lighting up, it’s going down
Rolling and blowing it by the O, my n***a
Sipping and smoking, that’s how I get it in motion
Smoking them lighters and give you n****s the roaches
Shows and after parties for all the pictures, be posing
Don’t you doubt all that s**t, so that n***a be pouring
Slowing down, weed going round
I’m lighting up, it’s going down
[Verse 3 – Chevy Woods]
Lemonade and gin, I be pouring up
Roll another one ’cause I ain’t never high enough
TGOD, that’s how we live it up
For some real n****s, yeah you gotta give it up
It’s like a joy stick, yeah my n****s play us too
Do or die, I be smoking on a J or 2
That’s some pimp type s**t me and my n****s do
Yeah, we f****d up, what you heard is true
Lemonade and gin, I be pouring up
Roll another one ’cause I ain’t never high enough
TGOD, that’s how we live it up
For some real n****s, yeah you gotta give it up
It’s like a joy stick, yeah my n****s play us too
Do or die, I be smoking on a J or 2
That’s some pimp type s**t me and my n****s do
Yeah, we f****d up, what you heard is true
[Hook/Chorus – Wiz Khalifa]
I’m on that Bombay & lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed ’til it’s gone
I’m on that Bombay & lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed ’til it’s gone
I’m on that Bombay & lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed ’til it’s gone
I’m on that Bombay & lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed ’til it’s gone
[Verse 4 – Chevy Woods]
I’m playing that eight track and that seven deuce
With a whole cup of that Taylor juice
Your b***h all around, we call that on the loose
With her hair blown and weave off the roof
My jewelry clean, that jar full
She got good brain, that’s law school
Wanna get high, trippy, f****d up n***a
Oh you wanna get high, might as well pull with ya
I’m playing that eight track and that seven deuce
With a whole cup of that Taylor juice
Your b***h all around, we call that on the loose
With her hair blown and weave off the roof
My jewelry clean, that jar full
She got good brain, that’s law school
Wanna get high, trippy, f****d up n***a
Oh you wanna get high, might as well pull with ya
[Verse 5 – Wiz Khalifa]
I’m drinking, I’m smoking
I’m faded, I’m loaded
Got weed smoked, got a bottle of gin
Got a bank roll, brought it all to spend
Got some pre-rolls, brought all of ’em in
And we getting smokey
I’m drinking, I’m smoking
I’m faded, I’m loaded
Got weed smoked, got a bottle of gin
Got a bank roll, brought it all to spend
Got some pre-rolls, brought all of ’em in
And we getting smokey
[Verse 6 – Juicy J]
I’m the money man with the money team
Your money talk, well my money sing
I’m a rock star, b***h I’m a Memphis king
Out in Hollywood, living every n***a dream
With a bunch of white girls in a limousine
‘Bout to pass the f**k out on this coverline
Hey white girl, have a couple of beans
Now let’s make a movie full of f*****g scenes
I’m the money man with the money team
Your money talk, well my money sing
I’m a rock star, b***h I’m a Memphis king
Out in Hollywood, living every n***a dream
With a bunch of white girls in a limousine
‘Bout to pass the f**k out on this coverline
Hey white girl, have a couple of beans
Now let’s make a movie full of f*****g scenes
[Hook/Chorus – Wiz Khalifa]
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed ’til it’s gone
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed ’til it’s gone
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed ’til it’s gone
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed ’til it’s gone