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    [Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Game]
    And the kush became so strong
    And the flights became private
    And the bread became so long
    Fast money and fly whips
    We high, don't stop the smoke
    And we fly G5, we so far from coach
    Now you see why, when we high, can't stop the smoke
    And we fly G5, we so far from coach

    [Verse 1: Game]
    Smokin' that Buddah fillin'
    Blowin' that Kudda illin'
    I'm runnin' through the millions
    I'm sittin' roofless chillin'
    Koolaid in the polar bear
    They flockin' cause they know it's there
    Money game, money straight
    Like Joe Key and Noah had
    That's no bullshit, game time
    Make you niggas change minds
    Forfeit, or consume a full clip
    Nigga like me eatin' small fish
    With your bitch watchin' Swordfish
    Niggas can't ignore this
    You can't afford this - extravagant shit
    We Louie Gucci Birkin baggin' this shit
    Bag of the piff
    Hot-boxin' in the back of the six
    With Jimi Hendrix on, Immaculate shit
    Long way from Compton
    Where we used to bag it in shifts with mags and the clips
    Hurricane, right back on the shit
    Back on the block with a package of spliffs
    From blowin' cats, it's the Wiz, what it is

    [Hook]
    And the kush became so strong
    And the flights became private
    And the bread became so long
    Fast money and fly whips
    We high, don't stop the smoke
    And we fly G5, we so far from coach
    Now you see why, when we high, can't stop the smoke
    And we fly G5, we so far from coach

    [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
    Uh, you niggas want kush? We got ounces
    Corgies we got pounds, clips we got rounds
    Hundred thousand dollars when I skip through your town
    Baller shit, don't even want a piece, man, we want all of it
    Thirty thousand on the piece where my collar sit
    Went so hard in the middle,
    East don't know what to call this shit
    Now I'm buyin' up all the champagne
    Drinkin' away all of my problems, bitch
    Might sound crazy
    But I just left the private plane, promoter paid 100k
    And I ain't even stay the whole day
    Hit the crib, bought a pound and smoked the whole thing
    That Givency Men's collection, copped the whole thing
    Not to mention all these diamonds in my gold ring
    Made it to the top with nobody knowin'
    Niggas say they safe, but nobody's showin'
    Man he beats this shit, but nobody flowin'
    Old Versace shit, the newest Rick Owens
    If I'm rollin' it, you know that it's potent
    With the Game and we smokin'

    [Hook]
    And the kush became so strong
    And the flights became private
    And the bread became so long
    Fast money and fly whips
    We high, don't stop the smoke
    And we fly G5, we so far from coach
    Now you see why, when we high, can't stop the smoke
    And we fly G5, we so far from coach

    [Verse 3: Stat Quo]
    Hah, it's self-explanatory how we get it
    Roll the purp in a plane ticket
    Stat hop to that money, but I don't ribbit
    Post playa ball, nice in the pivot,
    Jays on but I fuck with Pippin
    Kays on when them niggas trippin'
    Uh, pools of your partner blood, ya boy stay slippin'
    Never tippin', stay sippin'
    Court side, Blake Griffin
    Stay missin', stackin' fitted while you niggas stay bitchin'
    Coka and Boca, the kush of them strokers
    Grand daddy and oova, blow that smoke to Jehovah
    Four-fifty my motor, use your bitch for my chauffeur
    I encoded the cobra, mark priced the Rover
    T-top in the Trans, hit the gas and it's over
    Bitch please, this is how we get them hoes the doja
    I got shooters, I know growers from Vancouver
    Plus I'm cooler than the cooler at your grandmomma's picnic
    Bitch you?
    Somethin' chill from Brazil, on the L
    With Wiz and Game, my life is like Corona commercials
    Family matters, Kevin Love at you Urkles
    That's them wolves, niggas
    They here to reverse birth you
    Murk you, lights out no curfew
    Bitch ain't stoppin' 'till my unborn seed's seed is rich
    Or 'till Jesus sit right next to me and smoke
    'till the seasons switch, my nigga

    [Hook]
    And the kush became so strong
    And the flights became private
    And the bread became so long
    Fast money and fly whips
    We high, don't stop the smoke
    And we fly G5, we so far from coach
    Now you see why, when we high, can't stop the smoke
    And we fly G5, we so far from coach

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