Hands Swole T.Y. (Ft. Paul Wall)

[Chorus: T.Y.]
Shit I like to get high to the point it feel like I can fly
It's just what it is I don't know why
I don't bossed up on so many niggas ran through so many hoes
Counting money til' my hands swole

[Verse 1: T.Y.]
Ain't nothing but a mother fucking G thang
Rolling up this weed while my nigga Paul swangin
H-Town flossed out, bitch I get around
Tipping on fours yea a nigga comin' down
Excuse my paint 'cause my shit super wet
Light hit the flakes watch em shine like baguettes
Son of a Gangsta mother fucker you gon' respect
I'm young, but I'm more than a vet
I gets money hoe
And all this thumbing through these hundreds they make my hands swole
I got a whip that bitch could sit high and low
Pinky rings and thumbs nigga you know how we roll
I hear a lot of shit but I don't ever see it though
Bussin them moves, 'cause I gotta fill up some shoes
But Imma lace 'em, and watch a nigga walk through
Never showing no love to a bopper
And you better watch who you call your patnas

[Chorus: T.Y.]
Shit I like to get high to the point it feel like I can fly
It's just what it is I don't know why
I don't bossed up on so many niggas ran through so many hoes
Counting money til' my hands swole