[Intro: Juicy J]

Let's go, yeah ya'll already know what it is

Money, drugs, and bitches

All day erry day

Mhmm listen to this shit you might learn something

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

OG in my zag, hell naw we ain't smoking no Reggie

'Bout to be a dad, but got way too many kids already

Niggas stealing swag, niggas stealing ad libs

All about my cash, so I'm always talking cash shit

This gin already poured, this joint already rolled

I just got off the plane, now I'm back to getting blow

I'm not tryna play you, not tryna pay

I sell tons of swag and give rhymes away

I got cars to buy, I got flights to make

Smoke a hundred twenty five times a day

Rolling weed and counting green

On the top no in between

We the only real niggas left

Rest in peace my youngin' Tef

[Hook: Wiz and Juicy]

And we gone smoke until it's... (gone, gone, gone, gone)

Buy the bar until it's... (gone, gone, gone, gone)

And spend it all until it's... (gone, gone, gone, gone)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

These niggas stealin swag, where they do that at?

That ain't KK in your bag, where they grew that at?

Less than 500k, where they move that at?

Not in Taylor Gang makin cake, we doin that

Think I'm doing that

New car, ain't no roof in that

Niggas boofin bad, they know ain't no truth in that

Got my weight up, now my hate up, but I'm cool with that.

Hate you when you rich, but love you when you doin bad

Now that I got cake, they say "Hey, whatchu do with that?"

Count them Louis bags, Chanel, just so my chick could brag

Dropped a 100k, just so my clique could rag

Paid in full bitch, Taylor Gang, we livin that

[Hook: Wiz and Juicy]

And we gone smoke until it's... (gone, gone, gone, gone)

Buy the bar until it's... (gone, gone, gone, gone)

And spend it all until it's... (gone, gone, gone, gone)

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

That loud all I smoke, might fuck around do blow

Stripper bitches on coke, pour gin down their throat

The more money I throw, the harder they gon' go

I can't never go broke, trust me man, I know

Still off them pills, trippy niggas for real

Neck full of them diamonds, my Sprite stay on chill

Rich til I'm killed, always spendin my mills

Before you was born, bitch I had a record deal

Smoke a whole pound of weed, like its just an eighth

Smokin all day homie, I dont need a break

Swear my lungs done seen better days

And the watch I got on cost an Escalade (lade, lade, lade)

I'm rollin up again, watch how high I get

And I dont need rehab, I'm not trynna quit

(Gone, gone, gone, gone)

[Hook: Wiz and Juicy]

And we gone smoke until it's... (gone, gone, gone, gone)

Buy the bar until it's... (gone, gone, gone, gone)

And spend it all until it's... (gone, gone, gone, gone)