Drank N Smoke

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] I make the cadillac swerve Left hand gripping the wood grane wheel Right hand up her skirt My passenger is whine fine I got fine dimes all across the world I'm connected like wifi Why ask why I do what I do? But your girl got the answers, I'm screwing her too This a Young Money party, bring you and your crew Smoke something, drink something, we do what we do Styrofoam filled with the DJ Scrue That's the purrple for you Urkels that don't relate to Getting fucked up, grabbing the ice, fillin' the cup up Sipping till your eyes get low then you slumped up Then you jumped up Millz, roll another dutch up Ladies tryna smoke, plus they already fucked up Man I can't lie, this a hell of a life Pocket full of money, it's gonna be a hell of a night [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] We just smoke and drank, and count that money We just smoke and drank, and count this money In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all We just smoke and drank, and count that money We just smoke and drank, and count this money In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I'm smoking and holding my Arizona My 69, ain't got no cup holders Yeah I said it's 69 Original motor, and that's really mine I payed cash for it, I really grind Niggas measuring pounds instead of time Cake stacked today, know it's a quarter mill, I could tell by how much it weigh Everything good as long as my niggas straight Skinny nigga but my bank is full Tryna wait a little bit to cop this 9/11, but I'm getting anxious, fool 30,000 feet I'm smoking like it's legal Getting served breakfast on a trip to Dubai Flying private but I ain't alone I brought my people You know the car fast, I slow my speed up Made a million off keeping it G, and roll the weed up Now people fly across the stage just meet us Haters saying they wanna defeat us You know haters, they wanna be us Truth is, you can't join us or beat us [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] We just smoke and drank, and count that money We just smoke and drank, and count this money In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all We just smoke and drank, and count that money We just smoke and drank, and count this money In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Yeah I'm riding round the city in something that's sitting pretty Passenger looking ballsey, she as high as Diddy Diamonds are looking flawless Yes I pay me a pretty penny to keep the ice on my necklace dancing like Diddy New Orleans, I put on for my city Real niggas and bitches only sit in my committee Lames can't get near me, so they feel me I'm green at the red light, I grill 'em Barbeque them like dinner Young Money, our rivals is losing cause I'm riding my coupe ignint Top back in the winter, I'm in grind mode Auto motor on my wrist, that's a different timezone I'm futuristic with this shit I gets my grind on And these lame rappers faker than the rhinestone Young boss, Imma show you the shit I'm on Holding my pants my girl grind on YM, TGOD, it's time to shine on [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] We just smoke and drank, and count that money We just smoke and drank, and count this money In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all We just smoke and drank, and count that money We just smoke and drank, and count this money In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all