Gudda Gudda, Wiz Khalifa - Drank N Smoke lyrics

I make the cadillac swerve
Left hand gripping the wood grane wheel
Right hand up her skirt
My passenger is whine fine
I got fine dimes all across the world
I'm connected like wifi
Why ask why I do what I do?
But your girl got the answers
I'm screwing her too
This a Young Money party
Bring you and your crew
Smoke something, drink something
We do what we do
Styrofoam filled with the DJ Scrue
That's the purrple for you Urkels
That don't relate to
Getting fucked up, grabbing the ice
Fillin' the cup up
Sipping till your eyes get low
Then you slumped up then you jumped up
Millz, roll another dutch up
Ladies tryna smoke
Plus they already fucked up
Man I can't lie, this a hell of a life
Pocket full of money
It's gonna be a hell of a night

We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit
We are not like y'all
We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit
We are not like y'all

I'm smoking and holding my Arizona
My 69, ain't got no cup holders
Yeah I said it's 69
Original motor, and that's really mine
I payed cash for it, I really grind
Niggas measuring pounds instead of time
Cake stacked today, know it's a quarter mill
I could tell by how much it weigh
Everything good as long as my niggas straight
Skinny nigga but my bank is full
Tryna wait a little bit to cop this 9
11, but I'm getting anxious, fool
30, 000 feet I'm smoking like it's legal
Getting served breakfast on a trip to Dubai
Flying private but I ain't alone
I brought my people
You know the car fast, I slow my speed up
Made a million off keeping it G
And roll the weed up
Now people fly across the stage just meet us
Haters saying they wanna defeat us
You know haters, they wanna be us
Truth is, you can't join us or beat us

We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit
We are not like y'all
We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit
We are not like y'all

Yeah I'm riding round the city
In something that's sitting pretty
Passenger looking ballsey
She as high as Diddy
Diamonds are looking flawless
Yes I pay me a pretty penny to keep
The ice on my necklace dancing like Diddy
New Orleans, I put on for my city
Real niggas and bitches only
Sit in my committee
Lames can't get near me, so they feel me
I'm green at the red light, I grill 'em
Barbeque them like dinner young Money
Our rivals is losing cause I'm
Riding my coupe ignint
Top back in the winter, I'm in grind mode
Auto motor on my wrist
That's a different timezone
I'm futuristic with this shit I
Gets my grind on
And these lame rappers faker
Than the rhinestone
Young boss, Imma show you the shit I'm on
Holding my pants my girl grind on
YM, TGOD, it's time to shine on

We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit
We are not like y'all
We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit
We are not like y'all