Smoke Sumthin

One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
But I ain't steppin on the stage until they
Count up all my cash flow
Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone
Wantin' to be left alone, again at home
Listen to Soulja Slim
I spread that dough out, rolling pin
Slice it up with my closest friends as
The grimey globe spins, i'm riding
Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name
Out'chea stay poppin up at the red carpet
My green Tahoe
With my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes
Highed up, I like what she working with
That's why we hired her
We put her on the set
Tattoo calligraphy love the Jets
Love and respect, we passing you the fuck up
Ain't passing you none of my bud
That's why you standing 'round us bruh!
Are you accounted for?
Who brung you? You don't speak the code bro
Yo slick tongue done hung you
You walking down the aisle with the
Same bitches we run through
I'm in the bank line, empire
I build this for us to eat
Inside is the lunch room
Outside is looking wild and hungry fool
Shut the door so they don't see
Us light a joint or two

I stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from
Some nigga was saying something
Talking about smoke something
Stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from
Some bitches was saying something
Talking about smoke something