| 作曲 : P. Phillips/S. Pompey | |
| 作词 : P. Phillips/S. Pompey | |
| [Intro: Smoke DZA] | |
| Smoked out sessions | |
| Uh | |
| Right | |
| Level up on these niggas | |
| Kush God bitch | |
| It's only right | |
| Uh | |
| [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] | |
| All I wanna do is get money and **** bitches | |
| Young nigga shit, right? In that order | |
| Hop on a joint with me, its manslaughter | |
| Listening to myself on Pandora | |
| Run down with choppers not camcorders | |
| Whoa now, pressure is cooking, got the low down | |
| And word 'round town, you singing, should've been with Motown | |
| I blow down pounds with ease, smoke like I breathe | |
| Kush God is my lowlife ID | |
| You got the right one, smoking and joking, ****ing light one | |
| I might burn these 64 grams before the night come | |
| What up B, wintertime furs or chinchillas | |
| Getting all this chicken, I'm immune to salmonella | |
| Spare pipe, her man acting up, she need a fill up | |
| Come through shorty, don't worry, I pay the babysitter | |
| Hop skip and a jump, **** her right out of her pumps | |
| Then I'm dipping when I finish this blunt, you got the right one | |
| [Hook: Smoke DZA] | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100's | |
| All I wanna do is **** bitches and get money | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100's | |
| All I wanna do is **** bitches and get money | |
| [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] | |
| Mafioso flow, butter soft leathers, let's **** up some cheddar | |
| Get money endeavors, whatevers whatever uh | |
| Cuttling up like super shredder | |
| I'm super clever, test my wit dog, you could never | |
| Try to find me, find Waldo, shit how y'all all go | |
| God, god bless this god flow, I'm tapped in | |
| They call it the trap (why?), it's the life dog, we trapped in | |
| The goal is to get out, get money make it happen, uh | |
| The lost son of Mary Magdalene | |
| The flow so wavy, I'm water rafting | |
| This that step in the bank | |
| Gimme the money pinned on the napkin | |
| I'm 'bout that action, living life in All-Madden | |
| New era, last emcee, Toronto finally passed entry | |
| Weed charges, all DATs uh, Canadians think I'm awesome | |
| Steady flossing everywhere like Tim Hortons | |
| Got the right one | |
| [Hook: Smoke DZA] | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100's | |
| All I wanna do is **** bitches and get money | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100's | |
| All I wanna do is **** bitches and get money | |
| [Outro] | |
| DZA DZA | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZ-DZ-DZA uh | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZA uh |
| zuo qu : P. Phillips S. Pompey | |
| zuo ci : P. Phillips S. Pompey | |
| Intro: Smoke DZA | |
| Smoked out sessions | |
| Uh | |
| Right | |
| Level up on these niggas | |
| Kush God bitch | |
| It' s only right | |
| Uh | |
| Verse 1: Smoke DZA | |
| All I wanna do is get money and bitches | |
| Young nigga shit, right? In that order | |
| Hop on a joint with me, its manslaughter | |
| Listening to myself on Pandora | |
| Run down with choppers not camcorders | |
| Whoa now, pressure is cooking, got the low down | |
| And word ' round town, you singing, should' ve been with Motown | |
| I blow down pounds with ease, smoke like I breathe | |
| Kush God is my lowlife ID | |
| You got the right one, smoking and joking, ing light one | |
| I might burn these 64 grams before the night come | |
| What up B, wintertime furs or chinchillas | |
| Getting all this chicken, I' m immune to salmonella | |
| Spare pipe, her man acting up, she need a fill up | |
| Come through shorty, don' t worry, I pay the babysitter | |
| Hop skip and a jump, her right out of her pumps | |
| Then I' m dipping when I finish this blunt, you got the right one | |
| Hook: Smoke DZA | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100' s | |
| All I wanna do is bitches and get money | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100' s | |
| All I wanna do is bitches and get money | |
| Verse 2: Smoke DZA | |
| Mafioso flow, butter soft leathers, let' s up some cheddar | |
| Get money endeavors, whatevers whatever uh | |
| Cuttling up like super shredder | |
| I' m super clever, test my wit dog, you could never | |
| Try to find me, find Waldo, shit how y' all all go | |
| God, god bless this god flow, I' m tapped in | |
| They call it the trap why?, it' s the life dog, we trapped in | |
| The goal is to get out, get money make it happen, uh | |
| The lost son of Mary Magdalene | |
| The flow so wavy, I' m water rafting | |
| This that step in the bank | |
| Gimme the money pinned on the napkin | |
| I' m ' bout that action, living life in AllMadden | |
| New era, last emcee, Toronto finally passed entry | |
| Weed charges, all DATs uh, Canadians think I' m awesome | |
| Steady flossing everywhere like Tim Hortons | |
| Got the right one | |
| Hook: Smoke DZA | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100' s | |
| All I wanna do is bitches and get money | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100' s | |
| All I wanna do is bitches and get money | |
| Outro | |
| DZA DZA | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZDZDZA uh | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZA uh |
| zuò qǔ : P. Phillips S. Pompey | |
| zuò cí : P. Phillips S. Pompey | |
| Intro: Smoke DZA | |
| Smoked out sessions | |
| Uh | |
| Right | |
| Level up on these niggas | |
| Kush God bitch | |
| It' s only right | |
| Uh | |
| Verse 1: Smoke DZA | |
| All I wanna do is get money and bitches | |
| Young nigga shit, right? In that order | |
| Hop on a joint with me, its manslaughter | |
| Listening to myself on Pandora | |
| Run down with choppers not camcorders | |
| Whoa now, pressure is cooking, got the low down | |
| And word ' round town, you singing, should' ve been with Motown | |
| I blow down pounds with ease, smoke like I breathe | |
| Kush God is my lowlife ID | |
| You got the right one, smoking and joking, ing light one | |
| I might burn these 64 grams before the night come | |
| What up B, wintertime furs or chinchillas | |
| Getting all this chicken, I' m immune to salmonella | |
| Spare pipe, her man acting up, she need a fill up | |
| Come through shorty, don' t worry, I pay the babysitter | |
| Hop skip and a jump, her right out of her pumps | |
| Then I' m dipping when I finish this blunt, you got the right one | |
| Hook: Smoke DZA | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100' s | |
| All I wanna do is bitches and get money | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100' s | |
| All I wanna do is bitches and get money | |
| Verse 2: Smoke DZA | |
| Mafioso flow, butter soft leathers, let' s up some cheddar | |
| Get money endeavors, whatevers whatever uh | |
| Cuttling up like super shredder | |
| I' m super clever, test my wit dog, you could never | |
| Try to find me, find Waldo, shit how y' all all go | |
| God, god bless this god flow, I' m tapped in | |
| They call it the trap why?, it' s the life dog, we trapped in | |
| The goal is to get out, get money make it happen, uh | |
| The lost son of Mary Magdalene | |
| The flow so wavy, I' m water rafting | |
| This that step in the bank | |
| Gimme the money pinned on the napkin | |
| I' m ' bout that action, living life in AllMadden | |
| New era, last emcee, Toronto finally passed entry | |
| Weed charges, all DATs uh, Canadians think I' m awesome | |
| Steady flossing everywhere like Tim Hortons | |
| Got the right one | |
| Hook: Smoke DZA | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100' s | |
| All I wanna do is bitches and get money | |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s | |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100' s | |
| All I wanna do is bitches and get money | |
| Outro | |
| DZA DZA | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZDZDZA uh | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZA uh | |
| DZA uh |
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