Big Sean - 5 Bucks [5 On It]

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

OK, I'm smoking loudly, I woke them all

I pick up that tree, when it's not fall

I'm gone off that tree, when it's not tall

I'm in love with tree, I'm a Avatar

I pick up a O from, my nigga Ralphy

My bro and me but he is not alphy

Gone off that goo punch, it makes me drowsy

Roll up the windows, it makes it cloudy

Damn, if you ain't know

I made these girl night, smoking paper and bowls

My ladies like blunts, hit 'em twice if not once

Then I blow 'em off and just pass 'em to my bro

Now catch me getting brain if a nigga not learning

I be spending money if a nigga not earning

Catch me in the backseat if I'm not stirring

And I be rolling up if a nigga not burning, boy

[Chorus: Michael Marshall]

I got five on it (Got it, good), grab your 40, let's get keyed

I got five on it, messin' with that Indo weed

I got five on it (Got it, good), it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back

I got five on it, partner, let's go half on a sack

[Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper]

You know a nigga like to stay at that cruising altitude up in the sky

Try to fuck with paper planes but it's not the same high

Cleveland niggas ain't no bitches we prefer the cigarillo smoke

If you say it take away from taste then get some better smoke

Cause this shit I blow can get smelt on the next block

Ain't no middle mans every thing you need is in stock

This Glock is all the security I need

I be solo dolo, when you see me blowing on some weed

Why speed, no need, I be just taking it slow

I be so clean, diesel over powers my cologne

Now all the bad bitches who blazed on shifting this way

Y'all just some white belts, with leaves I am the sensai

Now bow to the bag never, save the best for last

When I come around niggas know to hurry up and pass

Fuck a dime sack, let's cop a quarter pound now

What the fuck is you gon' put down?

Nigga I got five

[Chorus: Michael Marshall]

I got five on it (Got it, good), grab your 40, let's get keyed

I got five on it, messin' with that Indo weed

I got five on it (Got it, good), it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back

I got five on it, partner, let's go half on a sack

[Verse 3: Curren$y]

Hot wired, 6-4 hydraulics

Not stolen, lost my keys, I was high partna'

Fuck you want? This the raw paper not a blunt

You must, got me mixed up with Chip cause, This Spitta

Zig zag a whole zip up, shit strong shoulda' came with a bed pick up

Bitches calling me, wanna smoke beggin' for me to pick up

She blow me while I'm blowin' rings of that killa'

That weed you smoking brown, fake weed too much make up, clown

Get real smoking green, strawberry fields

High standing up feelin' like I'm layin' down, couple boujee Judy's came round

Actin' all stuck up, now they just stuck from smokin' with us

Had the hallway smellin', Is my windows opening enough?

I hear walkie talkies, Is security coming up?

Fuck

[Chorus: Michael Marshall]

I got five on it (Got it, good), grab your 40, let's get keyed

I got five on it, messin' with that Indo weed

I got five on it (Got it, good), it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back

I got five on it, partner, let's go half on a sack