Quarters Lyrics

Riding through my city got the motherfucking kush on me Dipping through my city on my side of town Music on blast while I ride around Looking too fresh, I be showing out Loud pack in my pocket when I'm going out Blunt rolling Downtown holding My pockets getting swole from the stacks I've been folding My neck and wrist golden Ears all frozen Bitches on my line all trying to get chosen Fresh up out the barbershop About to hit the liquor store Buy my winning lotto ticket and a couple swishers, though Might just drop a couple racks every time I hit the store Bet your chick will tell you I'm the reason why she's getting sore California player until the motherfucking end, ho Always keep it real, but these bitches all pretend, though Catch me out in traffic riding clean, blowing endo Fuck with me, you know I've got the plug like a Nintendo And you know I'm riding clean At least 7 grams, if you know what I mean Yeah And you know I've got the kush on me Quarters in my pocket like I'm doing laundry And you know I'm riding clean At least 7 grams, if you know what I mean Yeah And you know I've got the kush on me Quarters in my pocket like I'm doing laundry Mobbing Yeah, bitch, I'm mobbing Everywhere I go got these girls heart throbbing Yes, I do this often No, I'm not a newbie I do not exaggerate it when I say my life is a movie Never on that reggie Rolling up a doobie Got a model girl sitting on my lap in a jacuzzi Feeling on her boobies Turn that pussy to an Uzi I hit her with the D, now I've got her feeling woozy And you see me laughing all the way to the bank So hater, I could give a fuck less what you think I'm rolling up a cone, while I'm pouring up a drink I'm smelling like cologne, but my loud pack stinks Just tell it like it is, I call it how I see it I've been getting money, ask around it ain't no secret Always on deck like I'm next up at bat So whatever you need let me know ASAP Because I've got it like that And you know I'm riding clean At least 7 grams, if you know what I mean Yeah And you know I've got the kush on me Quarters in my pocket like I'm doing laundry And you know I'm riding clean At least 7 grams, if you know what I mean Yeah And you know I've got the kush on me Quarters in my pocket like I'm doing laundry Hold up, hold up, it's your boy, yeah, bitch, you've heard of me They call me Bakes, I'm cooking up that work when you refer to me My life is just a blur to me I turn the beat into a murder scene I do this shit with urgency Emergency alert, I'm killing all these whack motherfuckers Took a little time, now I'm back motherfuckers The people show me love in like every single town But I hate it when the squares always try to come around Because I be on that new shit, you be on that same old Bitch I've been the freshest ever since I was a day old Talking about the money, yeah, I get it that's for sure Another day, another couple hundred dollars I'm gonna blow I've seen this girl, I heard that she's a freak, though We're pouring up that Clicquot My bottles came from Europe and my weed came from Chico That Humboldt, Mendocino She busts it for a C-note Them Benji's and them Franklins Yeah that's all that we know And you know I'm riding clean At least 7 grams, if you know what I mean Yeah And you know I've got the kush on me Quarters in my pocket like I'm doing laundry And you know I'm riding clean At least 7 grams, if you know what I mean Yeah And you know I've got the kush on me Quarters in my pocket like I'm doing laundry