Kush and Money

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Pass that shit
Hit that shit
Shits too loud
Gotta keep it down
 
All I been getting is kush and money
 
Rolled a joint with a Benjamin
Brought a hoe and her 3 friends
Time to have a smoke sesh
Want to start my weekend
Grind it up on my raw tray
Took a pic, freeze frame
Ate her fish like fillet
Do I mind the smell, no way
All I know is kush and money
She said love while her eyes is runny
You say I'm bout to fall off
I say Bitch I think you're funny
You don't even know what's coming
Take rap game I'm off and running
Im at the top while you is bumming
I could stoop but I'm not into slumming
 
Pussy come and pussy go
I make pussy cum like boat loads
Whether its back home or at shows
I make kitties go loco
I'm like Santa I got Hoe Hoes
Crossing me is a no no
Don't make me your foe foe
That's how get into a dirt hole
 
Blowing loud its fucking cloudy
Its good shit nah it ain't lousy
I swear that shit will knock you out
That's why I call it Ronda rousey
 
Ronda rousey not holly holm
Success ain't far its down the road
Your girl says that she just love me
She gives me head when I'm on the road
 
gotta dance so I can make it rain
I call that shit a rain dance
Better than half the artists you playing
My rap is better I am advanced
 
Kush man I got a lot
I get money to buy more pot
Couple dogs and a couple thots
All these hoes tryna lick my rocks
All my bros wanna buy some rocks
That's cocaine and I'm pooring shots
Whiskey and that's on the rocks
Fishing for hoe's like we on the docks
 
Rap assist its a dime rhyme
Im Tripping over white lines
Its time to make my star shine
Time to stand in light lime
 
Lime lite, rap game is heavy
Met a hoe I fuck her steady
Kill a beat like its Kennedy
A dope beat starts my recipe
For good music and good times
Feel like we touching the sky
Maybe its cuz I'm tripping balls
Got drugs in and your girlfriend calls
Shroomies, LSD
All girl drama perplexes me
Girls are just a complexity
Fuck it I pop some ecstasy
Killed the game so messily
Brains on the floor you ain't catching me
Beating me is your fantasy
Fuck with me you'll leave with a casualty
 
Kush, money, bad girls we're living free
Do what we want we don't ever sleep
Make waves make money nothing we do is cheap
Hard work, dedication what you sow you reap
 
I go fast, then slow it down
Smoking ain't the same
We blow it by the pound
Talk shit leaves you pain
You tryna catch a hundred rounds
Tripping balls we're seeing sound
Check the amount in my account
Got my money laying in a mound
Wherever I go money trails on the ground
Guess I am the king I have been crowned
My rapping style always been profound
On my rap style my parents frown
In the drinks I might drown
Touch down in 96
Did for the money, did it for the tits
Got about a hundred hits
Y'all might want some season ticks

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