Whitey - Burn An Ounce lyrics

[Hook] And we gonn' burn an ounce to this Gs up hoes down, while you motherf**ers bounce to this I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this sh** Yeah And we gonn' burn an ounce to this Gs up hoes down, while you motherf**ers bounce to this I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this sh** Yeah [Verse] Theme music quite fittin' cos my life is a movie Bring ya b**h up to my roof, a barbecue and a jacuzzi This is it Standin' on the couch as every n***a and b**h that's around me gla**es lift They said we wouldn't do it but we did Point proven Muscle car collection, couple old ones couple new ones Girls in all directions, couple fake ones couple true ones Get confused in choosin' who from who so I misuse 'em Run through like socks; one night then I'm out I'll get another pair while I'm out She doesn't listen for my horn, she wait to hear me flyin' over her house Gulf-streams, Levi jeans, and Lamborghini dreams Nothin' wedgin' in-between Spitta rep for his team JETS over everything I'mma smoke a joint for Amalgam Digital I already had the plane they fitted with the missiles though Yeah [Hook] [Vere] Belvedere vodka, lemonade, swimmin' in the same gla** Spitta keep it movin' like a NYC Easy-Pa** Though I blow it fast it's not easy cash I work for it Blood sweat tears, weed ashes in my shirt for it And if I would of known then what I know Years ago I would have been sittin' on nine-hundred and ninety-nine thou' I grew fond of the dollar and its powers when I was a child Hot Wheels, Match Box, cars, pretendin' to drive Now I own the same whips in actual size The essence of a dream when it is realised I prophesized on my last tape, ya'll all lamed out Didn't appreciate til eight more of them came out Now I'm off the chain now Turned the game out When it's club night we bring the paper planes out Call this here the gang out I'm on the list pick my name out [Hook]