Comb Over

[Intro] For real man, we need that whip That's the car I need Motherfucker hit a plane and the plane blew up Ugh, yup [Verse 1] Standing in the mirror My vision of that money getting clearer Scratch that, it's getting nearer Some of this actually happened I was weed nappin' Wasn't shit Now they pay us for the raps we kick My hotel smell like confidence They hate us but that weed smoke bring on compliments So roll this paper Tell the waitress - get my drink from off the coaster Bring the bitch that love to smoke and get the weight from off my shoulders [Interlude] Yeah, I be flying everywhere nigga Sometimes I don't even know where the fuck I'm at I be waking up, random motherfuckers be knocking on my door and shit Like "who the fuck is that?" Nosey ass cleaning lady You wanna hit this weed? [Verse 2] Stains from your make-up Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up Young nigga, but got my cake up Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit Look at my bitch, we the shit Probably high - what they say when they see us But they never say that we broke Kush in every J that we smoke Putting rings on every finger Never put 'em out, just let the smoke linger Champagne for the girls, straight shots for my niggas Started small but now the money getting bigger It all get better with time Rather go hard instead of unwind And play your part and I'mma play mine [Interlude 2] Feel me? Motherfuckers always speakin' out of turn They don't know nothin' about this shit That's why I'm me and you're you Matter of fact, fuck that This Taylor Gang T.G.O.D. nigga Ain't shit changed gang What up Ricky P Richard Don't smoke that pound without me Richard Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom [Outro] Jim Brown smash baby Oh shit! We get to see the tits? Here we go! Get her Jim! Get her Jim! Oh shit! I don't get no sleep I'm fresh off the plane I don't get no sleep, God damn