Exotic Weed - Philthy Rich, Money Man, Lil Jairmy

I done came up, this shit was a process

Every year, had to make me some progress

Had to grow and the money the object

I just hit her, now she done got obsessed

Every time I come over, she undress

She lookin' good in that sundress

50K finesse at SunTrust

Need a bad chick satisfy my needs

I done been broke, had to hit up my knees

Cheap gas plug and the nigga Chinese

West Coast bitch with me don’t eat meat

But you know she finna go down on me

Plug took the ticket down just for me

Nigga, I don’t sell these bags for free

Nigga, I don’t make these songs for free

Niggas out here wanna kill me, I don’t even know why

Bought cheap gas, had to let the shit dry

I ain’t greedy, dawg, I’ma let the shit fly

Shawty so wet, I’ma need me a float

I’ma sell these bags, then I’ma get ghost

I don’t fuck with these niggas, these niggas do the most

Got two incomes, got music and dope

I forgot about plastic, I got one more

My girl asked, «Why your heart so cold?»

Truck just came, so I’m finna unload

I’ma still be rich if I never go gold

Yeah, it’s cold, so these Gucci boots cover my toes

'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P’s, no QPs

I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze

I’m havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I’m loaded with OGs

And you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese

And I ain’t buyin' no drip no more, I’m spendin' my money on titles and deeds

And what the hell y’all smokin' on?

Boy, that ain’t strong, I’m smelling seeds

And I’m the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me

Gas God, got what you need, I’m the lord of the weed

Got a Gucci silk scarf that cover my throat

Spent thirty-five hundred, that was on my coat

Like YoungBoy, bitch, I’ma never go broke

If a nigga diss me, I’ma never go no

Nigga, I was down, but they let me up

Ain’t nothin', them niggas never helped me up

I don’t trust no bitch, tryna set me up

I remember that day they wet me up

Every bitch I had had left my side

Got three bulletholes on my left side

I told my niggas can’t let that slide

Go set them niggas' whole hood on fire

Finna cop that new Aston truck

Them niggas was first, but I passed them up

Bad bitch gon' give up that ass or what?

I catch my nut, then pass the slut

I spent forty thou', these VVS

My bitch at home, she see me less

I know my BM wanna see me stressed

Go child support and CPS

Bitch, I spent four hundred thou' in one day

On everything I love, put that on Dre

I lost my heart back in '08

I caught that body and sold that K

'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P’s, no QPs

I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze

I’m havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I’m loaded with OGs

And you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese

And I ain’t buyin' no drip no more, I’m spendin' my money on titles and deeds

And what the hell y’all smokin' on?

Boy, that ain’t strong, I’m smelling seeds

And I’m the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me

Gas God, got what you need, I’m the lord of the weed

Sippin' on syrup, now poppin' these Percs, I hit that dope, I’m growin' wings

Damn near spent a million dollars sippin' syrup and takin' beans

I’m breakin' bread with all my mans, I don’t do nothin' without the team

If you turn nothin' into somethin', you a motherfuckin' king

I introduced her to this money, show her shit that she ain’t seen

Protect the squad at all costs, go get them sticks, come clear the scene

Bet they ain’t know way back in the day that shit’d be this way

I get that money, baby, that’s just in my DNA

Got like two hundred, baby, then gave the jeweler 30K

I’m ridin' with a dirty K, I’m tryna dodge a murder case

I’ma take a nigga’s main bitch, might go around the way

I’m trappin', yeah, I keep them thangs in, bitch, you can come today

'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P’s, no QPs

I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze

I’m havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I’m loaded with OGs

And you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese

And I ain’t buyin' no drip no more, I’m spendin' my money on titles and deeds

And what the hell y’all smokin' on?

Boy, that ain’t strong, I’m smelling seeds

And I’m the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me

Gas God, got what you need, I’m the lord of the weed