The Count (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Backwood joints get rolled up

Burned out in Amsterdam

Burned as a young man

Get cash fast as you can

But don't blow it too fast

Always save some for the roll, make the smoke last

Never ask permission, we just blow past

Mama twisting up joints, I'm just scribbling in this notepad

Hoping that the hotel got good room service then I could throw back

Put on a movie that's a throwback

Or just some beats, Harry Fraud just sent the whole pack

Maybe hit the pool, swim a couple laps

Do my best when I'm relaxed

Back in the day, the way they used to send the message all facts

Beef without a scratch, used to doubt us

Now the game wouldn't be the same without us, smoke the loudest

Uh, my weed good, my bitch bad

My joints burn slow, all my cars go fast

Sweatpants, pockets is bulging with cash, hella stacks

Dipping that player shit they never put on the racks

Member only shit, private show, rum out back

Fashion bloggers have to ask you where you got it at

Spill it, just a real **** who can rap

Only deliver facts about my life but it's tight 'cause my life is all that

Famous enough to get in there for free

But not so famous that people keep bothering me

While chopping the tree, smoking one, this a self year motherfucking personal stunt

It's enough gas in the world for all of you

So I ain't 'bout to pass my fucking joints over to you

We could get high, come through these iTunes

Baby, I got hella player grooves in the Chevy as we cruise

I can't wait until New Orleans make the news

Completely legalize recreational, that's like a dream come true

At the marina getting stone to some Nina Simone

Shorty never heard them vibes until I put her on

Smoke two more sticks while I drove her home

Shorty pouting, looking like Saint Laurent

But she don't wanna be alone

Talking 'bout how well we get along but my money really got her mind blown

She think I'm dumb, baby girl, I'm not the one

Money machine count while I twiddle my thumbs

Money machine count while I lace up my band ones

Money machine count, you deliver that ransom

Money machine counting that stash for my grandson

Money machine cop the island and lay low

Money machine my own hustling feel like staying low

East side

Smoking ten at the marina

They was amazed when they seen 'em

Made the news

Two of us, it was like fifteen hours between us