[Intro: French Montana]

That's that disel baby, might've just coughed up some (Haha)

[Chorus: Fashawn & French Montana]

G'd up blow it by the pound

Light it up everybody gather round (Light up)

G'd up blow it by the pound

Light it up everybody gather round

[Verse 1: Boaz]

Have you ever woke up in the morning? (Morning)

And ever somethin' missin' from your jar? (The jar)

You check beneath the couch, the kitchen, your pockets

Uh, shorty it's time to hop back in the car

But first let me get G'd up, with gold on my sneakers

The new era to match my purple and white Adidas

This is me and my old diva, who know how to ride reefer

I'm shotgunning in the double barrell in that two seater

Another day in Cali F-O-R-N-I-A

Range Rover from the same soil [?]

So pass that I hit the former seat for a fat sack

Still smelling like the last batch

A block later I was smoking

I probably got it out of the oven

Got me sneaking out the lobby cuz my product is ballin'

Santiago the dopest

As far as I know

It would take an hour to roll up all this sour we holding nigga

[Chorus: Fashawn]

G'd up blow it by the pound

Light it up everybody gather round

Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound

Light it up everybody gather round

Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound

Light it up everybody gather round

Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound

Light it up everybody gather round

[Verse 2: Fashawn & French Montana]

Pass the dutchie on the left side (Left side)

The leaf rap title ready to smoke let's ride

Hit the record store (Record store)

Get the latest release

Niggas shit be the same, they just changing the beats

Or maybe it's the weed talk, maybe

I swear when I was lighting the joint I saw [?] sparking

Ya'll be jaywalkikng (What?) I be G-Walking (Huh?)

Stop the traffic there you go [?]

I swear I got to keep it on the low (Uh-huh)

In the whip I got atleast an O

They like "You got some for sale?"

Nah homie these dreams could blow

We posed to got a couple inches of snow

But he ain't know

Homie said he from the south

I never got a problem, but knew I was smokin' good

Was talking with cotton mouth

[?] thought I'd never shout him out

Real niggas get recognized

I would never count you out just because

[Chorus: Fashawn]

G'd up blow it by the pound

Light it up everybody gather round

Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound

Light it up everybody gather round

Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound

Light it up everybody gather round

Holla, G'd up blow it by the pound

Light it up everybody gather round

[Bridge: Fashawn, French Montana, French Montana & Diddy]

You wake up early mornin'

Send your daily prayers

Then get your rolling papers

Crack some windows (Time to get high)

Why you takin' the smash, reading them magazines

Sittin' there breaking the past (Shit, I know you tryna' get high)

[Verse 3: GLC]

Church on the mood, fully that's the principle

Catch me with some pretty hoes, rollin' them magicians oh

Try to prove to me, so she finna roll

And so she cold, with them ciggaretoes

They comin' togheter, catch them on another level

Bubblegum kush, I'm high as ever

Her girl look good, she fly as ever

Now she tryna figure out what's my dealing

[?], acting like we been togheter

What I'ma do with them, it's two of them, I like that better

I did it, that's my answer, straight up clever

[?]

[Outro: Fashawn & French Montana]

[?], New York smoke somethin' (Time to get high)

ATL roll that, MIA light that, New Orleans smoke somethin' (Time to get high)

Chi-Town roll that, H-Town light that, the whole south smoke somethin' (Time to get high)

Colorado roll that, California light that, Arizona smoke somethin' (Time to get high)