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I'm smoking that reefer and sipping champagne
Damn man, I remember those days I was covered in brain
Now it seems, I'm surrounded by bitches and covered in chains
Switching lanes, heart beating fast and I'm frying my brain
Boarding planes, telling my mother well never be poor again
I told her I do this a year ago
She tell me you're insane
But I gotta be crazy for people to pay me
Off shit that I say, shit that I wrote
Whole lot of smoke in my lungs making me feel Like a ghost
To the sky I go, you the center of my know
I'm the villain with the flow
No way can you fit them in a mold
Your the one with the feeling in your soul
In fact, I'm feeling real close
To a whole nother moon I go, I go

Uh, private planes on my jet wayNeako - Scanners - http://motolyrics.com/neako/scanners-lyrics.html
A hundred joints in my ashtray
A couple grands to get dressed but hey
My money come in a fast way
30 grand is on champagne
And that's because I am thirsty
Ball cause that's what works for me
Fuck niggers take it personally
I drink Bombay I smoke purple weed
Get money all day then I'll be gone for weeks
I'm talking south of France, overseas
Kush get rolled that good cologne
Getting stoned, smoking with the owners
If I'm in the club, I'm getting paid to show up
That's gangster, little nigger
That's real gangster
Bitch you looking at a real taylor
Paper in my pocket, none to spend just to roll my pot with