Grams And Grands lyrics

[Hook: Sdot Pdot and Holly G.]
[Sdot Pdot]
I'm just smoking grams
Counting grands

[Holly G.]
Stacking hella bands
To the ceiling fan

[Sdot Pdot]
Smoke [4x]

[Holly G.]
Stack, Stack [4x]

[Verse 1: Holly G and Sdot Pdot]
[Holly G.]
What's on the agenda today
sh*t
Get high and then cash out
Got a couple grams
I'm rollin dope
Getting high as f*ck
Til' I'm passing out
Stoner Nation
Chasin Paper
Im
Living life good ho
Y'all f*ckin haters
Don't even faze me
Live my life
Wish you could ho
[Sdot Pdot]
Bad b*tch And she Rollin
Bad b*tch And she stolen
That's Yo b*tch My bad dog
This my new b*tch For the moment
We toasted
High as f*ck like we floating
We toasting
To a lot of bread
Some more sh*t'd

[Holly G.]
b*tch I'm gone Grind til' I shine
And I'm gon smoke and get High
Yo sh*t don't smoke
If you don't choke
Hell nah that ain't that fye
This ain't no joke
I got kill
I'm gon smoke till I die
Get these bands up
Til' they stand up
Band status on high

[Sdot Pdot]
Stacking all these commas
Got me in designers
Smoking til' it thunder
This that sh*t no plunger
I do this you a poser
Smoke it til' it's over
Counting bankrolls
Til my eye closed
And I'm in a kush comma
[Hook: Sdot Pdot and Holly G]
[Sdot Pdot]
I'm just smoking grams
Counting grands

[Holly G.]
Stacking hella bands
To the ceiling fan

[Sdot Pdot]
Smoke [4x]

[Holly G.]
Stack, Stack [4x]

[Verse 2: Sdot Pdot and Holly G.]
[Sdot Pdot]
I'm just smoking grams
Counting grands
Blow kush and money
Like a ceiling fan
Up In VIP
They know who I am
I'm the one rolling up dope doing the money dance

[Holly G.]
Until they realize
That these red eyes
Are not from cries
I'm just high
And as I visualize
Of my space and time
I puff until
I reach sky
I'm Cooling up in those clouds
And won't be coming down
Until night
Another white owl
Packed with kush
So i'll be ready for
The next flight
[Sdot Pdot]
All this f*cking weed No sticks no seeds
Got that loud pack And it's on me
You ain't real n*gga you phony
You ain't smoking gas you on E
You ain't eating kid you look hungry
You ain't got that bag
You broke man
Yo pockets look lonely

[Holly G.]
Roll up
Hold up
Where the f*ck these n*ggas come from
They showed up
For the smoke up
These n*ggas some true bums
Killing me b*tch good luck
You ain't killing beats
You n*ggas suck
I'm on top
And you b*tches are not
Smoking that Reggie
Thats why u can't keep up

[Hook: Sdot Pdot and Holly G]