Bad Bitches & Good Weed

[Verse] Models in my bed, dreams in my head Visualize what I'm doing so I seen what I said I'm a fiend for the bread, white, wheat, rye Hustle 24/7, I can sleep when I die Flying outta town, getting high by the pound Bad girl give a nigga head when I'm down, nigga Adam, no Eve, living how I please Leave a fake nigga hanging like an apple on a tree I'm in Oklahoma City, kicking it with James My eyes low, sipping champagne at the game I love a long flight, I love a long night And I love a bad girl tryna make a wrong right Look into my eye, tell me what you see You see a nigga getting paid, getting money, doin' me My eyes stay low, smoke a lot of weed And I rock a lot of gold but I ain't talking Mr. T Nigga what? What you want? Where you going? Where you been? How you looking out of jail when you dippin' in a Benz Man I'm on, I'm on, I ain't tryna fall off And I got the kind of game make a model call off Man I've been travelling the world, puffing weed up on that jet And I just came home from the pen, buying weed from the fucking night rep And there's still stress at home, a whole lot of shit that I gotta control Now I'm living that young nigga life, this whole night so right I don't wanna grow old My ice, my swag, got my bitch in a brand new bag Met this girl in a club last night, hit that twice and I put her in a cab And that's wrong but I'm so on, I ain't got no time to check my phone No time to write no tapes, nigga I'm so on nigga I got next OMG, nigga I'm gon' see PHD bread nigga no MD Scream for God when I go in deep and I don't buy nothin' but O.G ????? I'm on probation, I'm on parole nigga roll that weed Got stamps and my passport nigga my location is overseas