[Intro]
Yo, yo, what up? What up?
It's your boy Nick Budsworth
Right here with your 4/20 check-in
I know you riding high out there
So make sure you buckle your seatbelts
We got a lot of traffic so you might wanna have one rolled
Drink lots of water 'cause it's hot out
And if you're gonna be out all night, don't watch for the police
'Cause they don't give a fuck if you're smoking these days
It's legal, bitch
[Chorus: Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa]
You know I got what you need, baby
Know what you deserve
You know I got what you need, baby
I'm what you deserve (Okay)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
If my gang's in it, then you know it's legit
Buy the diamond rings, frozen fist
Legendary status, close to it
Pounds, growin' it, then we smokin' it
I ain't through with the game 'til I recoup everything that I'm supposed to get
Couple doors, open them
So niggas after me can get rich before they close again
If we ain't close, then we closin' in
Hittin' that chronic and holdin' it in
How many days he gon' roll again?
Made a mil' gettin' stoned with his friends
Makin' sure we look good for them pictures that we posin' in
Champagne bottles cold in the fridge
I'm goin' in and goin' again
Niggas sick, they got no defense
Can't block shit
Gettin' dollars make a lot of sense
Boy, your pockets full of lint
Pull 'em inside out before you sit
Yo, yo, what up? What up?
It's your boy Nick Budsworth
Right here with your 4/20 check-in
I know you riding high out there
So make sure you buckle your seatbelts
We got a lot of traffic so you might wanna have one rolled
Drink lots of water 'cause it's hot out
And if you're gonna be out all night, don't watch for the police
'Cause they don't give a fuck if you're smoking these days
It's legal, bitch
[Chorus: Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa]
You know I got what you need, baby
Know what you deserve
You know I got what you need, baby
I'm what you deserve (Okay)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
If my gang's in it, then you know it's legit
Buy the diamond rings, frozen fist
Legendary status, close to it
Pounds, growin' it, then we smokin' it
I ain't through with the game 'til I recoup everything that I'm supposed to get
Couple doors, open them
So niggas after me can get rich before they close again
If we ain't close, then we closin' in
Hittin' that chronic and holdin' it in
How many days he gon' roll again?
Made a mil' gettin' stoned with his friends
Makin' sure we look good for them pictures that we posin' in
Champagne bottles cold in the fridge
I'm goin' in and goin' again
Niggas sick, they got no defense
Can't block shit
Gettin' dollars make a lot of sense
Boy, your pockets full of lint
Pull 'em inside out before you sit
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