[Intro: Smoke DZA]

(Cardo got wings)

Right

(Showtime)

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]

Call up a Uber, let's get out of this bitch

They like, "Man, you always steaming," bro, I'm tired of this shit

Ain't no way on this green Earth I can get high off this cliff

You a fuckin' buddah head, you gon' die off this shit

That's a fuss answer

Wrong drug dummy, that's a dust answer

Gamers have a appetite, but it's forever fuck cancer

Double L R varsity with the black panther

Hate a weed scientist actin' like his shit is that danker

Too much, thinkin' 'bout it too much, okay, Sampha

Pet-peevin' that anger

Lash out on poor strangers

God damn it, another girl

She screamin', she probably hoarse

Asking if I mess with whores

Nigga left that pussy sore

Wrong turn, fuck around catch a charley horse

Smokin' personals, she like, "It's 'bout time you cough"

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

Wake up, count my money (Money)

Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties)

Rollin' up the dank (Dank)

Pass her to the homie (To the homie)

Wake up, count my money (Money)

Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties)

We don't love these hoes (These hoes)

Pass her to the homie

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

Pass off, ooh, yeah (Ooh, yeah)

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Smoke DZA]

This is for G's and this is for my hustlers

This is for my hustlers stackin' they G's

This is for my G's and this is for my hustlers

Speakin' of my hustlers, back to this weed

{Verse 2: Smoke DZA}

A nigga chiefin', that eighth grade high, cheesin'

Loadin' up my Snoop Dogg G-pen

I hit the road and get stoned

I don't even have to roll to get stoned

Shit, Dice Clay with the chain smokin'

Pothead shit, got my chains smokin'

Bob Marley head, diamonds all in up the dreads

I ain't that different? Bitch, please

You don't know the half, chicken

Plus a nigga wasted like a failed Grand Theft mission

So much chronic in my system

Pray to God I'm not a piss test victim

Uh, well, don't do crime, nigga

Too much bacon, stay off the swine, nigga

Pass off

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

Wake up, count my money (Money)

Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties)

Rollin' up the dank (Dank)

Pass her to the homie (To the homie)

Wake up, count my money (Money)

Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties)

We don't love these hoes (These hoes)

Pass her to the homie (Pass off)

[Verse 3: Bluntsmoker & Smoke DZA]

You know your man Bluntey

Got these niggas crunchy

Fresh pack of Palmer's

Roll me up a blunt, please

I'm a smoker

Never sober

I bought the drop like, bitch, you know us

She wanna blow us

Hopped on a tour bus

Met us in Cali

Drove up to Boulder (Colorado)

Now we rollin' while she blowin'

I got the bitch open, but (Pass off)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

Wake up, count my money (Money)

Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties)

Rollin' up the dank (Dank)

Pass her to the homie (To the homie)

Wake up, count my money (Money)

Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties)

We don't love these hoes (These hoes)

Pass her to the homie (Pass off)

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

Pass off, ooh, yeah (Ooh, yeah)

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah