Smoke DZA - Less Smoking, More Rapping lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Get money, f** b**hes, continuously stylin' Another day, another offer, the money keep pilin' Never been to Rikers but I take trips to the island A thousand dollars for my kicks, no red on the bottom Can't spend it when I'm gone, sh** n***as be dying Another day, another body, lil' n***as be wildin' I'm high plus you funny-looking, that's why I keep smilin' I copped the rollie off my grind, I call it perfect timin' Got the hood wondering what I got signed for They still sleeping, they must f** with Phillip Stein More Another package on my next day sh** Wonder why you ain't seen this piece, that's cause it's next year sh** I'll leave 'em crispy like a bad cook Go through my closet like a 2012 lookbook, all types of flavors Been around the world, met all types of players All types of hustlers, all types of haters I k** 'em with that hot flow Rollin' through the city with Richie in a 3-series like motherf** the potholes 45 degrees, no top flow - we hot though Haters tryna cop my swag, naw - shop closed Silly rabbit, rap n***as be fake friendly I don't care who like me, real n***as relate to me Lil' homie, still on the ave, getting cake for me Which means, I'm still that n***a, basically I kicked in the door, let my n***as in No, I'm poppin' in places you ain't never been It's the Kush God's time, ya'll watch You gon' wish you was there when the ball dropped