Money Team Larry Fisherman (Ft. Ab-Soul, Da$H & Smoke DZA)
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[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Don't get too excited...
My last pack was courtesy of B-Real from Cypress Hill
Jet fuel, OG, and it's death to kill
Bet I got some weed, Puffy, that's my nigga
We puffin' Backwoods back-to-back, back-to-back
Back-to-back, back-to-back, I'm a chiropractor, nigga
So high but I'm Soulo, the horseman on my Polo's
H-O-C, but you don't know, though, I'm just a high nigga
So when you walk by don't say "hi," nigga, don't!
Roll up some more of that Money Team
(I know you've got some more of that)
Rollin' to the Chronic, smokin' chronic, all we need's a low-low
Picked up an ounce from Fountain out in day, it's so astounding
I was on the ground, looked down, now I'm on a mountain
If fair is fair, my strand is rare, I don't know where I grow, though
Rollin' up an ozone of this Bubba, fuckin' up the ozone
Uh, m third I wink at you, you blink, and "poof!"
Like "where he go though? he ain't even leave the... "
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Right
I knew today would be a great day
I'm a fuckin' buddha-head, I don't take vacays
Young High-Grade, I'm always in a great space
Coughin' up a lung on that KK (Khalifa Kush)
I'm a Harlem nigga, every day's payday
Burn it down, vacate - I'm all about that pastry
Man, like I'm marketing Rev Run's daughters
But I'm talkin' 'bout the green with the dead prez' on 'em, hol' up
And speaking of green, hope you got yours
'Cause I'm a fiend and it's personal, parties, fuckin' with me (true story)
Hold on to that - you might not get it back
It's all good, though - I'm 'bout to roll another bat
I hit the Bay and got some great wax
When they talkin' 'bout loud, I don't hear that
I'm smokin' dope in front of dope on Fairfax
Jet Life nigga, these Lear raps
DZA
Don't get too excited...
My last pack was courtesy of B-Real from Cypress Hill
Jet fuel, OG, and it's death to kill
Bet I got some weed, Puffy, that's my nigga
We puffin' Backwoods back-to-back, back-to-back
Back-to-back, back-to-back, I'm a chiropractor, nigga
So high but I'm Soulo, the horseman on my Polo's
H-O-C, but you don't know, though, I'm just a high nigga
So when you walk by don't say "hi," nigga, don't!
Roll up some more of that Money Team
(I know you've got some more of that)
Rollin' to the Chronic, smokin' chronic, all we need's a low-low
Picked up an ounce from Fountain out in day, it's so astounding
I was on the ground, looked down, now I'm on a mountain
If fair is fair, my strand is rare, I don't know where I grow, though
Rollin' up an ozone of this Bubba, fuckin' up the ozone
Uh, m third I wink at you, you blink, and "poof!"
Like "where he go though? he ain't even leave the... "
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Right
I knew today would be a great day
I'm a fuckin' buddha-head, I don't take vacays
Young High-Grade, I'm always in a great space
Coughin' up a lung on that KK (Khalifa Kush)
I'm a Harlem nigga, every day's payday
Burn it down, vacate - I'm all about that pastry
Man, like I'm marketing Rev Run's daughters
But I'm talkin' 'bout the green with the dead prez' on 'em, hol' up
And speaking of green, hope you got yours
'Cause I'm a fiend and it's personal, parties, fuckin' with me (true story)
Hold on to that - you might not get it back
It's all good, though - I'm 'bout to roll another bat
I hit the Bay and got some great wax
When they talkin' 'bout loud, I don't hear that
I'm smokin' dope in front of dope on Fairfax
Jet Life nigga, these Lear raps
DZA
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