Five Bucks (5 on It) - Big Sean

[Big Sean:]
I do it
D townn
Boyyy, hey
Ok, I'm smoking loudly I walk them all,
I pick up that tree when it's not fall.
I'm going off that tree when it's not tall.
I'm in love with tree I'm a avatar.
I pick up an O from my n_gga ralphy,
my bro and me but he is not alphy,
going of that goo punch it makes me drouzy,
roll up the window it makes it cloudy.
Damnn, if you ain't know, I made these girl nice smoke
paper and bowls, my ladies like blunts hit em twice
if not once. I blow em off and just pass em to my bros.
Now catch you getting brains if a n_gga not learning.
I spending money if a n_gga not earning.
Catch me in the backseat if I'm not stirring,
and catch me rolling up if a n_gga not burning.

[Chorus:]
I got five on it,
Have your bowl and get beat.
I got five on it,
Nohting with that endo weed,
I got five on it,
If you got me stuck and not go back,
I got five on it,
Now let's go hop outside.

[Chip Tha Ripper:]
You know a n_gga like to stay at that cruising altitude
up in the sky, try and f_ck with paper planes but it's
not the same high. Cleveland n_ggas ain't no b_tches
we prefer the cigarello smoke.
If you say you take away the taste and get some better
smoke. Cause this sh_t I blow can get smelt on the
next block. Ain't no middle mans every thing you need
is in stock. This gloc is all the security I need.
I be solo, dolo, when you see me blowing on some weed.
Watch me, no be, I be just taking it slow,
I be so clean diesel over powers my cologne,
now all the bad b_tches who blazed on sh_t this way,
you all just some white girls with leaves I am the
sensai, now I bow to the bag never save the best for
last, cause when I come around n_ggas know to hurry
up and pass. F_ck a dime son,
let's cop a quarter pound,
what the f_ck is you gonna put down. N_gga I got five.

[Chorus]

[Curren$y:]
How wired, 6-4 hydraulics.
Now stolen lost my keys that was high platinum.
F_ck you want, this the raw paper now the blunt you
must got me mixed up with chip cause this spitter zig
zag a whole zippa sh_t strung shoulda came with a big
pick up. B_tches calling me,
wanna smoke big and for me to pick up,
she blow me while I'm blowing rings of that killa,
then we just smoking brown.
Fake weed to much make a clown.
Get real smoking green strawberry fields.
High standing up feeling like I'm laying down,
couple bugee cuties came round acting stuck up now
they just stuck from smoking with us.
Had that hallways smelling as my windows opening up
I inhale walk and talk as the security coming up.

[Chorus]

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