[Chorus]   Got me living that fast life   I think a nigga need to slow it down   Stack my paper get in and out   Niggaz know what I am talking about, yeah      [Verse One]   Oh, might take your golds   Oh, might take your shit   Leave me your dope and your girl   Might pimp on that bitch   Got a tech and I'm sprayin   Look man, huh, I'm just sayin   Cause I'm smiling and bustin   Y'all bitches think that I'm playin   From the home of the trill   Cadillac and wood wheel   Bodies dropping when I'm p--p-poppin up in your grill   Give a shit how you feel   Bitch I'm cockin to buck   We could fight or just bust off these slugs   I could give a fuck, yeah!!      [Chorus]      [Verse Two]   High gone off that dro   Bitch nigga what you know   So sick of being po' and tired   Then tired then po'   So get on flo'   Hoe, give me your dough   Oh catch the b-blow   From this uh forty-fo'   Me I be so tr-trill   In this C-Coupe Deville   Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill   Before I g-g-get killed   Boys snortin them hills   Girls poppin them pills   Trying to buy some la-love   In this world through dollar bills, yeah!!      [Chorus]      [Bridge: repeat 2X]   Vibe to the beat   Bust a swisha sweet   Fill it up with dro   Nigga you know   What's about to take place in this smoked out atmosphere      [David Banner]   All my real niggaz sing it loud   Smoke, smoke on   Get your swisha sweets nigga and   Smoke on, smoke on      [Chorus]