Lyrics:

More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fanora foe
Said theseplants that we grow got mybands on Simone
Big stacks, I don't think these pants even hold
More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fan or a foe
Said these plants that we grow got my bands on Simone
Big stacks, I don't think these pants even hold


When I die, fuck it I wanna go...nah I never die
I smoke a whole O and get it televised
Swisher raw, juice it like Biggie Smalls
I got suicidal thoughts, I'm wondering 'What is heaven like?'
Agh
I'm scandalous with the sneaky rhyme
I stack a milli once Cannabis gettin legalised
And yeah, I do this, making sure the shoe fits
We ain't just the rap Gods, homie we the blueprints
Agh
*Toooo* I let the doobie light
I like my bars extra large, that's a supersize
I've been sinning with women that rock the Gucci slides
Do me right, baby I'm deep in you like a scubadive
Hunnid racks in the duffle, I got the Midas touch
And Marijuana and nuggets up on higher bus
We cross the border then spark it up with the lighter ones
And if the the plug, we hustling till we find the one

You waiting for the messages, crossing border security
Agh
That's a flip boy, we be takin risks boy
California imports, we don't got the Bitcoins
Agh
Fuck the jacks though, we got the qualified
Riding 'round without a license, got disqualified
It's 40 million for the streaming on my Spotify
I could put em all to sleep *Snore* Rockabye

More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fan or a foe
Said these plants that we grow got my bands on Simone
Big stacks, I don't think these pants even hold
More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fan or a foe
Said these plants that we grow got my bands on Simone
Big stacks


Cause I'm a piece of shit and it ain't hard for me to know it
I've been on my own, I keep it dark, I never show it
I've been on the road, doing these shows, we getting loaded
I'm still on the road, I keep these O's, I got em loaded
Floating off of potion, tryna fly my babies and their mothers 'cross the ocean
Ghost on the scene, like my plug on days that I owes him
I'm posing in my raps, If I told the truth
I'm exposing all of my brothers and my emotions
If I sink this ship again, I'll probably lose what I got closest
Fuck all of these posters in my face and I'd rather no one noticeI'm paranoid
I don't know who's an Op and who wants photos
I'm still going on trial, I hope I don't go
I'm so close to snapping and back on the sipping slo-mo
I miss being a person, they see me now as a logo
Friends see me as a lick, if they try it they getting poked though
Put that pin in the map and I bet you money they don't show

More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fan or a foe
Said these plants that we grow got my bands on Simone
Big stacks, I don't think these pants even hold
More money, more problems, now we understanding the dough
I don't know the difference between fan or a foe
Said these plants that we grow got my bands on Simone
Big stacks, I don't think these pants even hold