Mixing up wok in the four Two in the mornin we rollin up woods on the go Making these hits on the low Feel like i'm dying i'm tired but nobody knows Bitches they act like they broke Walk in the club with the model she up on the pole Slide thru the pad on the low Smoke on the gas i been lifted i'm losing my soul (But i'm) Feeling amazing this shit kinda crazy Spending my money i been on the coast Leave it or take it i feel like i made it But baby you don't understand how it goes Paper been stacking i'm making it happen Buy what i want and i'm spending some more Cuz i don't give a fuck about anything else But the people that take me away from it all Bitches on bitches don't ask for the names Stack up the paper the money i'm making Bottles on bottles all out of patience Baby i'm sorry i know that you hate it Problems on problems i don't wanna fix them Thinking too much cuz i don't like to listen Shawty she calling she said i'm a villain Roll up a blunt with the liquor i'm sippin Lately been lost in my head Don't understand who the fuck i been living for Sorry i feel like i'm dead Don't want to tell you i might want to end it all Remember the days Sleep from the ground to the couches Now i'm the one laughing bitch Stuck in a days Hit up the club on the coast Cuz the bitches they interstate