Lyrics: G Shit

adjust my louie v vision, follow up in the spot
as long as me and my gang get in
hey nigger i came with came to spend chips
on popping champagne and tipping waitresses
g'd up, what you think this is?
quit your feet up, it's the fast life mama speed up
, the corp, roll the weed up
nowadays and fuck them with bar
still nothing changed but the horses in my car
usually ain't in to showing hoes where i live
but tonight we gonna go to my crib
be on your toes, your boy ,smell the weed on your clothes
he don't know what i did, chop you off at you ,
, plus your nigger calling, think he starting to catch quinn
look at your phone, press n, can't , of what he doesn't know
plus you figure we're both grown come on

[chorus]
money ain't a thang,
tell the waitress call and bring a bottle
for every nigger that's here with me
that's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
,leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song
i ain't trying fall in love with you
let me fill your cup then find our way home
after life i'm living, rooftop you gonna need but not killer vision
order a few shots and them things that you say you do not
do you prolly gonna give in
say as long i call it statement for the mission
to get you high as you want, break dress code skip the lines to the top
ride top down , soon as the dooby get down, roll another one
hard as , a couple , 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 a well save a sip
and you're here with me in vip taking risk home girl
saying shit like rose my favorite
plus i'm rolling about this weed you ever smell
,your hair, , your nail, she under a spell

[chorus]
money ain't a thang,
tell the waitress call and bring a bottle
for every nigger that's here with me
that's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
,leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song
i ain't trying fall in love with you
let me fill your cup then find our way home

[chorus]
money ain't a thang,
tell the waitress call and bring a bottle
for every nigger that's here with me
that's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
,leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song
i ain't trying fall in love with you
let me fill your cup then find our way home.