Lyrics
This shit got a crazy taste
On my waist I keep 38
My fans keep clean
Talking money on the phone
30 K, another 20K 50
My bitch on the road strippin'
Real cush tastes good, yeah jet fuels
And I still got money on my head
Keep pushin' as the ocean slides
They never pull trees fresh as the branches
And I just tell, water my plants
I wanna smoke out with grime
But the bag is light
I came up on the streets, moving back to white
4 words, don’t blow my heart
Go slow while I like good wheel on fire
This is a motherfuckin' empire
Shit, I just made 2 mills
New bitch, big body with big wheels
Real cush tastes good
Yeah, jet fuel
5.50 with the snow white
Calli kings got the queens lookin' really pretty
We’re throwin' money like we’re _______
Call the doctor when you think you need to get with me
Transforming the sky from the heads hell
I could hit you down with the cipher
Spilling wax on the _____
It will get you higher
Lemon tree, it could be my companion
I have the levels and the highest standards
Shit be rollin' with the bosses
That’s the end of story
Put the pack from state to state
Running for me
I’m killing on the sunset
I’m flying high on the jet fuel and cherry pie
Calli treasure
Not even Jack Sparrow had it
You can smell the flavor
One word, aromatic
I wonder why green thumbs are such a hard thing to follow
Stackin' paper so high, Colorado
New bitch, big body with big wheels
Real cush tastes good
Yeah, jet fuel
They wanna know how the kings feel
5.50 with the snow white
Calli kings got the queens lookin' really pretty
We’re throwin' money like we’re _______
Call the doctor when you think you need to get with me