Crazy

[Verse 1 - Chevy Woods] 10-4, am I coming through clear? Just give me about a month or two And I'll be right, yeah Trying to avoid police in riot gear Heavyweight cash and you just a light, yeah I got a Buzz that's with no light, year You couldn't even walk in these shoes right here And you acting like you don't see all this Like "aw shit! Look at his stones they flawless" And the bitch that I'm with She gorgeous I see your giant money, mine's enormous Don't even trip, when I'm out I be very gone My pockets fat like the Head on Barry Bonds. You sit and chill Stack it up for a rainy day, a nigga Like me gotta pay to play. When I was Getting it minor they didn't have shit to say Now they scream cause I get it in a major way [Hook] I see 'em hatin' cause my paper right I tell em hold on She see all this and wanna stay the night Haven't felt like this in so long She said she wanna ride with a G So hop up in my passenger, girl And we could be gone - don't ask yourself Cause you're not [Verse 2 - Chevy Woods] Taylor stripes like Adidas So these girls go wild like Mardis Gras All my pimp shit so my pink show When I'm sippin slow. High chance That those people coming, so I'm getting low They all talk, they getting dull Who cooking the pie? Sweet Potato on the tre eight, you living to die On some OG Bobby Johnson, South Central shit Nigga tell me who you really fuckin with? It's the bread man, cash top Dead man, from the city where you need a Bulletproof headband, go go Gadget The money's stretching long Cash in plastic cause I get it on What you flick? That's diamond Zig Zag money And what I get? Can't fit it in the bag, dummy Don't ask yourself, cause you're not [Hook] [Verse 3 - Wiz Khalifa] EZ Wider twisting, easy Prada slip-ins Niggas tellin' me I look like Eazy Probably cause it's easy for em I'm bobbin and weaving on em, Ali and Foreman All of my niggas ballin' got T.G.O.D. across em Money counting, my dollars got no creases on em My weed is awesome, paid the cost Now they calling me the boss man "You should be more like Khalifa" That's what their boss saying But they ain't out of style These niggas off-brand Off land, 30,000 feet up rolling weed up Trying to kill a track I told Jerm So we cut the beat up These niggas ain't heard the best of me Say she a fan, her nigga thinks she wants me sexually Ho, get your man! I'm out here Getting this, spinning this, spitting The illest shit you ever heard in your life Thinking to yourself "Chevy be killing shit" Nigga, I murder it twice! My money is right! And when my champagne come, they serve it on ice This the life! [Hook]