[Hook: Trademark]
I only see the money surrounded by these bitches 
smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine 
T-top soft I'm wildin' gettin' paper 
on these niggas I gives a fuck about nada bitch I'm too high for all that 
you still broke that's shit problem 
bitch I'm too high for all that I hear your paper dissolving 
bitch I'm too high for all that 
you niggas snitchin' and talkin' bitch I'm too high for all that 
I'm too high for all that bitch I'm too high for all that

[Trademark:]
Soon as we step in that spotlight them niggas know who we is 
that's them niggas that live that Jet Life you heard about they whips man 
all them dudes be fly as fuck nothin' less than Forgiattos 
underneath the cars an truck I'm high on this ride man 
never have I smoked this much it's cloudy on the inside of my whip 
but I'm still smoking tough super doobies back to back 
got yo bitch in here rollin' up all she do is twist and cut
 when she finished with me Ima pass her to P so he could get stroked and sucked us 
JLR boys don't believe in savin' sluts you bring your bitch around me you can guarantee I'm tossin' her up 
Flamingo Barnes I'm the boss in the cut you ain't talkin' bout bucks then you lost what the fuck y
ou talkin that shit plus you talkin' too much I'm only concerned with the paper 
I touch moneys the only thing that moves me that or a model 
chick who got a twin an they both tryna do me 
doobie upon doobie upon doobie till I'm smoked out you can tell 
I'm gettin' paper from the way my pockets poke out

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[CornerBoy P:]
I'm only concerned about my money I'm too high for that other shit 
offers all on my table I'm just rollin' up to my accomplishments 
5 pounds of smoke out buy a new car I paint it 
you lookin' like you could afford it yeah well buy it bitch 
lil nigga I'm faded sipped out she mollied out 
Louis V when I loc out nigga I live in yo ho mouth 
rims tucked they don't poke out 
12's beat till they blow out paint lacquers get layed on my leather soft as yo grandma couch 
nigga watch what you talkin' bout have them shooters outside
yo mom house Chevy frames on her front yard trust me you don't want it dog with my poker face pull yo whole card so stop frontin' I can front ya boy pictures of your sister in my phone like that bitch posing for playboy 
real nigga I don't play boy Jet Life 100
all my niggas 100 Came here to spend money 
50 racks on this Rollie I be damned if it ain't runnin' 
fuck yo bitch on these Fendi sheets nigga call me pretty Tony

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