Blow Some Weed lyrics
by Young Buck
Ay Whoo Kid, he-he hotter than a motherf*cker
[Intro]
Ayo, you know what?
I'm startin’ to feel myself a lil bit
You know?
The money lookin' right
The block lookin' good
You know I’m sayin'? and n*ggas is eatin' around my way
[Chorus]
We be countin' big stacks (Heyyy)
Candy paintin' Cadillacs (Yea!)
Chevy got that thang in the back and I just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch
Just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch (Let's goooo!)
We be countin' big stacks (Yeah)
Candy paintin' Cadillacs (Ayy!)
Chevy got that thing in the back and I just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch
Just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch (Yeahhhhhh!)
[Verse 1]
The mayor of the city (What)
I know you n*ggas hear me (Yea)
I park the Phantom in the projects just me and 50
The Dope Boy Committee (Heyyy!)
Go fill a application out
We ’gon give you a call back if it’s what you say it's ’bout (Haha haaa)
Aight let's get this money n*ggas (Come on!)
We trappin' twenty hours until they come and get us (Yeahhhhh!)
I can't be movin’ over no pennies 'cause we will come and get it
So all you n*ggas with them high prices I ain't with it
Split it, down the middle
Flip it and give me mine (Heyyy!)
I'd be lyin' if I said that I stopped but I'm tryin'
What you buyin'? What you need? Where you at? Where you be?
Got the coke (Yeah) Got the dope, got the bills (Yeah) and the weed, come on
[Chorus]
We be countin' big stacks (Heyyy)
Candy paintin' Cadillacs (Yea!)
Chevy got that thang in the back and I just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch
Just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch (Let's goooo!)
We be countin' big stacks (Yea)
Candy paintin' Cadillacs (Ayy!)
Chevy got that thing in the back and I just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch
Just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch (Yeahhhhhh!)
[Verse 2]
Pillsbury Dough Boy painted on the side (Damn)
Baking soda seats this my dope man ride (Yeahhh)
All the junkies see me comin' and they all get to runnin' (What)
Before I can get out they hollain' "What you got for me?"
I make another stack (Ayyy) Then go check another trap
Got my mind on my money and my hand on my strap (Come on)
The block throw a party when a cop get shot (Huh)
So when they come through here
They do not stop (Ha haaaa)
And everyday we hustlin' like it or not
Just keep the ol' folks cool and we can set up shop
These young n*ggas act a fool, start runnin' it hot (Ok)
If a n*gga break the rules I'ma show him what I got, b*tch
[Chorus]
We be countin' big stacks (Heyyy)
Candy paintin' Cadillacs (Yea!)
Chevy got that thang in the back and I just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch
Just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch (Let's goooo!)
We be countin' big stacks (Yeah)
Candy paintin' Cadillacs (Ayy!)
Chevy got that thing in the back and I just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch
Just bought another pack (What)
Blow some weed in this b*tch (Yeahhhhhh!)
[Outro]
Yeah dope boy music, n*gga
Hey Houston, Buck The World
Spray paint it on the project buildings for me n*ggas
Ha haaa
Oh man
We get money in Ca$hville
I know they get money in the A
They get money in Memphis
They get money in Houston
Money everywhere
sh*t
n*gga they still get money in Louisiana
New Orleans
They my n*ggas
Money in Ohio
St. Louis
Money all over this b*tch
As long as they got eighteen wheelers
They got money
You do the math, b*tch