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    [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
    Adjust my Louie V vision
    Fall up in the spot
    As long as me and my gang get in
    Every nigga I came with, came to spend chips
    On popping champagne and tipping waitresses
    G’d up, what you think this is?
    Put your feet up, this the fast, life mama speed up
    Pop the cork, roll the weed up
    Nowadays ain’t fucking with the bar
    Still aint nothing changed but the horses in my car
    Usually ain’t into showing hoes where I live
    But tonight we gon’ go to my crib
    Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell that weed on your clothes
    He don’t know what I did, drop you off at your whip
    Work by 8, almost 6, plus your nigga calling
    Think he starting to catch wind
    Look at your phone, press end
    Can’t hurt him with what he doesn’t know
    Plus you figure we’re both grown, come on

    [refrão]
    Money ain’t a thang
    Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that’s here with me
    That’s the kinda G-Shit I’m on
    G-Shit I’m on, G-Shit I’m on
    Got niggas rolling weed
    Bitches with their hands in the air
    Tell the DJ damn that’s my song
    I ain’t trying fall in love with you
    Let me fill your cup then find our way home

    [verso 2]
    High off the life I’m living
    Rooftop you gonna need binocular vision
    Order a few shots and them things that you say you do not do
    You probably gonna give in
    Say it’s wrong, I call it a statement for the mission
    To get you high as you want, break dress code
    Skip the line to the front
    Ride top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down
    Roll another one
    Called and said theres a couple of you, bring my brother one
    The bitches can’t roll weed, I ain’t fucking with them
    That’s just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips
    Buy the champagne and spill it, we don’t save a sip
    And you here with me in VIP taking risk
    Home girl saying shit like “Rose my favorite”
    Plus I’m rolling up all this weed you ever smell
    Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she under a spell

    [Chorus x2]
    Money ain’t a thang
    Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that’s here with me
    That’s the kinda G-Shit I’m on
    G-Shit I’m on, G-Shit I’m on
    Got n-ggas rolling weed
    Bitches with their hands in the air
    Tell the DJ damn that’s my song
    I ain’t trying fall in love with you
    Let me fill your cup then find our way home

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