[Intro]

My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral

[Chorus]

My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral

Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full

Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful

Time is money so I use it up

My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral

Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full

Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful

Time is money so I use it up

[Bridge]

I ain't even gone, shit I'm still rocking with you

Gone and light it up, yeah gone and pop that liquor

I ain't even gone, shit I'm still rocking with you

Gone and light it up, yeah gone and pop that liquor

I'm going up, come get high with me

Burn that shit up, turn that shit up

Come and fly with me, I'm going up, I'm going up

Come get high with me, burn that shit up, turn that shit up

[Verse 1]

Been a while since I spoke to the big man

Two Backwoods, six grams

The fit I want cost six grand

So nigga, I'm a ball like the 6 man

Love dark liquor, it's the shit, man

But I stay off half a pill just to withstand

The thought that a nigga could just

Click-Blam, then my life over like goddamn

That's why I been back to the old me

Calling shots off the jack, blowing OG

Put my bitch on her back, give her dope D

She never got a withdrawal, she might OD

I'm a greedy ass nigga, free 03

Me and gang like Shaq and Kobe

Me and gang like 'Bron and AD

No wonder all these pussy niggas hate me

[Bridge 2]

My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral

Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full

Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful

[Verse 2]

I'm standing at my funeral, these pews is full, it's beautiful

This life, is there really a way to live it right

I done spent way too much time

Racing, running from these lights

Counting to make sure it's right, angry getting into fights

All this blood up on my whites, I got scuffs up on my Nikes

Money coming, it's a-ight, why we do this every night

I stay praying to the Lord to keep my family safe

Gotta chase this paper every single day

Been addicted ever since I got a taste

Heartbreaks every time my homie catch a case

Life is like a box of chocolates on display

I came up a hustler, turned into a player

I be mobbin', call up Tony for a favor

Middle finger, what I put up on a hater

I be getting higher than an elevator

I ain't gon' trust that you gon' see me later

Thank ya

Want my ashes spread from New England to Jamaica

[Chorus]

My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral

Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full

Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful

Time is money so I use it up

My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral

Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full

Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful

Time is money so I use it up