Lyrics
Triple 3's, then triple 7's only
It’s bout time you level up, yah
Uh Rolling back to back, grade A with my bad chick
And she on, and that’s a fact
I ain’t trippin', them niggas bitchin'
I’m chillin', so relaxed
Diamonds all intact, Trippy Stick I’m smokin'
It’s hash inside of that, yah
Cruisin' with my bucket low, tryna get these G’s and them M’s
Yeah my show
Them suckers show, plenty feelin’s
While I’m high, starin' up at the ceiling
Money peelin', Chevy doors slammin', I’m four wheelin'
Dior vision’s, for my women
Them Loubies too
We men of honor, like you been good?
And now- who are you?
Cruisin' through, engine barkin', parallel parkin'
I’m smokin' in my coupe
Niggas callin' I’m stallin', sayin' that I’ma come through
I be too beamed up, burnin' papers, getting paper
Oohh they mad I’m G’d up But nigga fuck 'em tho
I’m waking up on another coast
You waking up to bullshit, on another note
Money, girls, and weed it seems is all I ever see, through these dark ass shades
All my niggas say with me Level Up, all my bitches, Level Up She keep her sunglasses on while she rollin' up her trees
Level Up, she with me, Level Up I got the windows down and I let her feel the breeze
Level Up, I’m a G, Level Up Yah
Uh I make music so that my ex girls, get news of my next girls
Make niggas jealous so much as they loose respect for her Everything they stand
for, everything they claiming
Most these niggas owe these labels
So that’s what they hold they hands for
Presidential Rollies, bitches throwin' the pussy that they owe me I let them wear out they arm, nice and slowly
James told me, «Bread and butter, bread and butter
Keep 'em amongst each other»
Now it’s women in my suites waitin', they undercovers
In the front room, it’s me and the same dudes
Breathing in the same fumes, we follow the same rules
LVL clique, get on these beats and excel shit
I can tell when, nigga’s is usin' my sales pitch
I don’t get upset, cause always them nigga’s fail quick
Shoutout to my set
None of these nigga’s derail us I don’t know what’s next, but money just seems to trail us Follow in my steps, I promise that I won’t fail us All 'cause
Money, girls, and weed it seems is all I ever see
Through these dark ass shades, all my niggas say with me Level Up, all my bitches, Level Up She keep her sunglasses on while she rollin' up her trees
Level Up, she with me, Level Up I got the windows down and I let her feel the breeze
Level Up, I’m a G, Level Up Money, girls, and weed it seems is all I ever see
(Through these dark ass shades as I’m blowin' on my trees)
She keep her sunglasses on while she rollin' up her trees
(She with me, got the window down, I let her feel the breeze)