Take a bong rip
supa motha f-cken trippy lets go
i drive the phantom of the lawn my neibors think im lebron
diamonds on my charm white bitches on my arms
so many acres you think that it was a farm
them goons out in front of the house with fire arms
money draw pussy i dont need a ball of yarn
cuz these hoes know i ball like im michael jordan
giovannis on my whip these bitches cant ignore it
im like ray j on these hoes i f-cken record em
but i aint nuttin in em, you know they gone keep it
i get that pecky from my face then im gone free em
juicy j dont have 10 he want you to see em
so many bitches on a n-gga you would think i breed em

(Chorus)2x
We ball with them money balls throwin up alleys (WHOOP)
balls of that money shawty come get you an alley (WHOOP)
Then im poppin bottles you know that automatic (WHOOP)
and im on that dynamite blowin up cali

California Weed!
2050 Year of the trippy n-ggas
ayy man foreal n-gga high as a fool