Lyrics: Arthur Lea III/Dionte Hunter
Music: Chuuwee
I smoke blunts drink vodka expose niggas
Have triple expose's with my old bitches
My name is Chez I'm addicted to these flows
And these hoes lord knows I got a jones for a gold digger
I come shining so glowed like the gold member
Anything I touch it turn gold then explode nigga
I drop gems and make moves on the low
And move smooth as the low pro vogues on the oldsmobile
Leave me lone, stay alone
Cuz them hoes will squeal
Tip toeing on the road
I am soul for real
Them other niggas all jokes and you know it
Shiittt go head and laugh know you tired of trying to hold it innn
I said gas with the pen when I wrote it
You could over-comatose on this pungent too potent
On the west side floating with my mind wide open
My all seeing eye on focus you know it biiiitccchh
May I.. kick a little something for the G's And..
Get the party poppin on the week..end
Maybe we could smoke a little shit.. and..
See what we get into
May I ... Kick a little something for the freaks too
Still a real bitch when I greet.. you
Good where I go when I breeze.. through
They still showin love
Pulled up wit my shit bumpin
Rollin shit and we gettin blunted
New niggas But I been thuggin
Ride around town blowin loud in my chick bucket
Gas tank on 10 duckets
Still clean and I'm still stuntin
Still mean and I'm still muggin
Still get it crackin my nigga its still nothin
My nigga it's still **** it my nigga we still bussin
He talkin shit and won't run it
Still fake still broke still frontin
Still gettin money for livin the life I wanted..
My girl left and we still ****ing
Stay high but I still function
Spend big but I still budget
Still spend money on shit I don't really **** wit
May I.. kick a little something for the G's And..
Get the party poppin on the week..end
Maybe we could smoke a little shit.. and..
See what we get into
May I ... Kick a little something for the freaks too
Still a real bitch when I greet.. you
Good where I go when I breeze.. through
They still showin love