Dank Moody Wiz Khalifa 

[Intro]
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How you talk to rich niggas, you a broke one
How you talk to rich niggas, you a broke one
How you talk to rich niggas, you a broke one
How you talk to rich niggas, you a broke one

[Verse]
Told me not to smoke
But I'm still blazing it up
You get Kush & Orange Juice if I pee in a cup
Need three bitches at once, that's a three-on-one
Always rollin' the skunk, don't really be in the club
Like to start off really slow, she tellin' me to beat it up
Uh, alien, the next one that I smoke, they beaming me up
Smoke Khalifa Kush joints by the pound, these ain't runts
Seen the Chrome Heart ones that I had on, now she in Chucks (chucks, chucks, chucks, chucks)
Told them haters, "Eat my dust", Pay your fee or chalk it up
All them niggas sitting ducks (ducks, ducks, ducks, ducks)
Get a P, don't weigh it up, keep it P, no laying up
When you see me, say "What's up?"
Took her out to lunch, she started eating me up
Heard that Kush & Orange Juice two, now she in love
Love my freestyles on the 'Gram, I just start heating it up
Tellin' her homegirls, "He ain't the two, he the one"
Told me I needed a buzz, I broke it down, laid it up
Know that I came from the mud, pull on my chains for the Huzz
Rollin' a J with no crush
Knew one day I'd be this blessed, knew one day she'd let me fuck
She told me, "Say less," so I don't say no more
Got away with it once, but I don't play no more
Say it hurt her eyes, she can't look at my chain no more
I'll be throwin' up my [sign/side?] 'til I can't no more
One look at the score, I can even it up
Got the Kush & Orange, but you won't see a seed in my joint
If she in the front row, then she seated with us
If you keep a joint rolled, then we keepin' in touch

[Outro]
Hey yo, this shit crazy (this shit crazy)