Big Sean — Five Bucks

[Verse 1: Big Sean] I'm smoking loudly, I woke them all I pick up that tree, when it's not far I'm gone off that tree, when it's not tall I'm in love with tree, I'm a Avatar I pick up a O from my nigga Ralphie My bro and me, but he is not Alfie Gone off that goo punch, it makes me drowsy Roll up the windows, it makes it cloudy Daaaaamn, if you ain't know I make these girls nice, smokin' paper and bowls My ladies like blunts, hit 'em twice if not once Then I blow 'em off and just pass 'em to my bro Now catch me gettin' brain if a nigga not learnin' I be spendin' money if a nigga not earnin' Catch me in the back seat if I'm not steerin' And I be rollin' up if a nigga not burnin' boiii [Chorus] I got five on it (got it good) Grab your fo', let's get keyed I got five on it Messin with that endo weed I got five on it (got it good) It's got me stuck, cannot go back I got five on it Patna let's go half on a sack [Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper] You know a nigga like to stay at that cruisin' altitude up in the sky Tried to fuck with paper planes but it's not the same high Cleveland niggas ain't no bitches we prefer the cigarillo smoke If you say it take away from taste then get some better smoke 'Cus the shit I blow can be smelt on the next block Ain't no middle mans everything you need is in-stock This Glock is all the security I need I be solo dolo when you see me blowin' on some weed Why speed? No need, I be just takin' it slow I be so clean, diesel overpowers my cologne Now all the bad bitches who blaze are shiftin' this way Ya'll just some white belts with these leaves I am the sensei Now bow to the bag, never save the best for last When I come around niggas know to hurry up and pass Fuck a dime sack let's cop a quarter pound Now what the fuck is you gon' put down? Nigga I got five [Chorus] [Verse 3: Curren$y] High wired, 64 hydraulics Not stolen, lost my keys I was high patna Fuck you want, this a RAW paper not a blunt You must got me mixed up with Chip 'cus This Spitta, Zig-Zag a whole zip up Shit strong, should'a came with a big pick-up Bitches callin' me wanna smoke beggin' for me to pick up She blow me while I'm blowin' rings of that killa That weed you smokin' brown Fake weed too much make-up, clowns Get real smokin' green strawberry fields High standin' up feelin' like I'm layin' down Couple bougie Judys came 'round Actin' all stuck up Now they just stuck from smokin' with us How the hallways smellin', is my windows open enough? I hear walkie talkies is security comin' up? ...Fuck [Chorus]