MAKING MY MONEY SMOKING MY MONEY Lyrics

I need ID shawty

I need that weed, front it

I need that heat hun'

I need that shit, corny

They say "boy, we glad you are back, we throwing confetti up"

Smoking on camera, dope

I never gave a fuck

All of my karma

Spend it on pharma

I need a phone so ready up

I need that heat now

I need that shit, corny

Making that money

Smoking my money

Spending my time in the back of the Pontiac

Whenever I am in the city I panic uh

Ask anybody, you funny, its sunny out

They say "You back boy! You back boy! We throwing confetti up!

You hacked boy, attack boy, city? Edenia."