G Shit lyrics

Adjust my louie v vision, follow up in the spot
As long as me and my gang get in
Hey nigger I came with came to spend chips
On popping champagne and tipping waitresses
G'd up, what you think this is?
Quit your feet up, it's the fast life mama speed up
... the corp, roll the weed up
Nowadays and fuck them with bar
Still nothing changed but the horses in my car
Usually ain't in to showing hoes where I live
But tonight we gonna go to my crib
Be on your toes, your boy... smell the weed on your clothes
He don't know what I did, chop you off at you...
... plus your nigger calling, think he starting to catch quinn
Look at your phone, press n, can't... of what he doesn't know
Plus you figure we're both grown come on

[Chorus]
Money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me
That's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
... leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you let me fill your cup then find our way home

After life I'm living, rooftop you gonna need but not killer vision
Order a few shots and them things that you say you do not
Do you prolly gonna give in
Say as long I call it statement for the mission
To get you high as you want, break dress code skip the lines to the top
Ride top down... soon as the dooby get down, roll another one
Hard as... a couple... you bring my brother one
The bitches can't roll weed, I ain't fucking with them
That's just real shit, spend vegas chips, all expense paid trips
Buy the champagne and spill a well save a sip
And you're here with me in vip taking risk home girl saying shit like rose my favorite
Plus I'm rolling about this weed you ever smell
... your hair,... your nail, she under a spell

[Chorus]
Money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me
That's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
... leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you let me fill your cup then find our way home

[Chorus]
Money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me
That's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
... leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you let me fill your cup then find our way home.