I smoke blunts drink vodka expose ******

Have triple expose's with my old b*****s

My name is Chez I'm addicted to these flows

And these hoes lord knows I got a jones for a gold digger

I come shining so glowed like the gold member

Anything I touch it turn gold then explode *****

I drop gems and make moves on the low

And move smooth as the low pro vogues on the oldsmobile

Leave me lone, stay alone

Cuz them hoes will squeal

Tip toeing on the road

I am soul for real

Them other ****** all jokes and you know it

Shiittt go head and laugh know you tired of trying to hold it innn

I said gas with the pen when I wrote it

You could over-comatose on this pungent too potent

On the west side floating with my mind wide open

My all seeing eye on focus you know it biiiitccchh

May I.. kick a little something for the G's And..

Get the party poppin on the week..end

Maybe we could smoke a little ****.. and..

See what we get into

May I ... Kick a little something for the freaks too

Still a real ***** when I greet.. you

Good where I go when I breeze.. through

They still showin love

Pulled up wit my s**t bumpin

Rollin **** and we gettin blunted

New ****** But I been thuggin

Ride around town blowin loud in my chick bucket

Gas tank on 10 duckets

Still clean and I'm still stuntin

Still mean and I'm still muggin

Still get it crackin my ***** its still nothin

My ***** it's still **** it my ***** we still bussin

He talkin s**t and won't run it

Still fake still broke still frontin

Still gettin money for livin the life I wanted..

My girl left and we still ******

Stay high but I still function

Spend big but I still budget

Still spend money on s**t I don't really **** wit

May I.. kick a little something for the G's And..

Get the party poppin on the week..end

Maybe we could smoke a little ****.. and..

See what we get into

May I ... Kick a little something for the freaks too

Still a real ***** when I greet.. you

Good where I go when I breeze.. through

They still showin lov