Ab-Soul - Money Team lyrics

rate me

feat. Smoke DZA & Da$h

Don't get too excited

My last pack was courtesy of be 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 solo, the horseman on my Polo's

Ain’t your seat 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

My 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 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 hold 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 layer raps

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 your time, but it ain't your time

Hahaha, eat a dick.