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Had to thank God for my life
So many notes in the bank, im going up
Proof that im doing it right
I paid the price, gave the word my niggas
So all of them ready to slide
I got no patience, my plug is a doctor
Im smoking the weed he provide
Verse
Material things don't excite me
I just wanna stack it up, tax free
I can really take a flight if i feel like
But to really leave my dogs dont feel right
Smoke a blunt, make beats and count
Only a need a large amount
Ease the pain when the check don't bounce
Everyday I smoke more than a ounce
I just stick to my issue
When the pressure on, niggas pop pistols
When the money gone, bitches dont miss you
Gotta man up, grind to the grizzle, yeah
How you think we do it on the westside nigga
How you really think these knots getting bigger
Cash app, wireless digital killers
You ain't even really got a clue, go figure
Chorus
Had to thank God for my life
So many notes in the bank, im going up
Proof that im doing it right
I paid the price, gave the word my niggas
So all of them ready to slide
I got no patience, my plug is a doctor
Im smoking the weed he provide
Verse
Ha ha ha
Niggas outchea crazy , can't be lazy
Rollie pressi, 30 pointers please
We ain't saying shit, dawg lets play
Grabbing the K n shit, commit sin
Ride slow, grip the wood grain
Won't talking too much on this shit, but
Damn dawg, I was just sayin'
I be fresh in my white tee, pull up
Doing everything these niggas said I couldn't
Roze' popped and the rubber bands follow
High grade weed for a high grade fellow
When it comes to my bitch same thing
A1 pussy for a king
Anuh wasteman thing with the link
And the opps can't fuck with the team
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Had to thank God for my life
So many notes in the bank, im going up
Proof that im doing it right
I paid the price, gave the word my niggas
So all of them ready to slide
I got no patience, my plug is a doctor
Im smoking the weed he provide |
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