Ab-Soul, Smoke DZA, Larry Fisherman, Da$H - Money Team lyrics

Don't get too excited
My last pack was courtesy of
B-Real from Cypress Hill
Jet fuel, OG, and it's death to kill
Bet I got some weed, Puffy, that's my nigga
We puffin' Backwoods back-to back
Back-to back back-to back, back-to back
I'm a chiropractor, nigga
So high but I'm Soulo
The horseman on my Polo's
H-O-C, but you don't know, though
I'm just a high nigga
So when you walk by don't say "hi" nigga
Don't! Roll up some more of that Money Team
(I know you've got some more of that)
Rollin' to the Chronic, smokin' chronic
All we need's a low-low
Picked up an ounce from Fountain out in day
It's so astounding
I was on the ground, looked down
Now I'm on a mountain
If fair is fair, my strand is rare
I don't know where I grow, though
Rollin' up an ozone of this Bubba
Fuckin' up the ozone
Uh, m third I wink at you, you blink
And "poof!" like "where he go though? he
Ain't even leave the "

Right i knew today would be a great day
I'm a fuckin' buddha head
I don't take vacays young High-Grade
I'm always in a great space
Coughin' up a lung on that KK (Khalifa Kush)
I'm a Harlem nigga, every day's payday
Burn it down
Vacate - I'm all about that pastry
Man, like I'm marketing Rev Run's daughters
But I'm talkin' 'bout the green with
The dead prez' on 'em, hol' up
And speaking of green, hope you got yours
'Cause I'm a fiend and
It's personal, parties, fuckin' with me
(true story)
Hold on to that - you might not get it back
It's all good
Though - I'm 'bout to roll another bat
I hit the Bay and got some great wax
When they talkin' 'bout loud
I don't hear that
I'm smokin' dope in front
Of dope on Fairfax
Jet Life nigga, these Lear raps dZA

Dope burner - layin' a smoke sermon
As the composer close the curtain
I sit back and tell myself that
It was all worth it
Earth'll morph an ocean, grown surface
Matter of fact, fuck that
Don't get excited -
It's just another motherfuckin' rap
Song about weed
So sit back, shut the fuck up, roll your weed
Tell your older sister get the money ready
I need a half ounce later
I'm running out not really, though
It's show time, but it ain't your time
Eat a dick