Bal Harbour Brunch

[Intro]
Yeah, shit, yeah
Yeah
Still stoned
Nigga, you know

[Verse]
Just got in this bitch, I'm already ready to go
Look around, I just see hoes that me and my niggas done had before
Triple OG at this point, what am I in here for?
I could just play the crib and roll up the smoke
When the smoke let out, invite the coldest bitches to my house
That's the safer route, bro, that's the player route
Lay 'em on the couch and bring them flavors out
Blazing trees up, we making clouds
Then I hit the stu', they playin' music down
Picking money up, buying new trucks and riding 'round
Done it all my life, to me it's second nature now
Dangerous lifestyle, weak swimmers, they drown
We all in the castle, I'm the king, you just a court jester clown

[Refrain]
Crew neck, basketball shorts, no socks, low-top Air Force
I'm all boss, bitch, what you thought? (What you thought?)
Crew neck, ball shorts, no socks, low-top Air Force
I'm all boss, bitch, what you thought?
That's where you lost (That's where you lost)
Hahaha

[Post-Refrain]
Still stoned, still home
Still thrown, at the same time, I'm still home
Yeah

[Outro: Al Pacino]
How much?
($43 thousand fully equipped)
That all?
(The machine gun turret's extra)
This is a funny guy
Come here, baby
(And here, okay, heavy windows)
Okay
And give me one of them phones, you know, with the scrambler
(Scrambler?)
And a radio with the scanners, to pick up flying saucers
(Don't forget the fog lights)
Oh, in case I get caught in a swamp, that's a good idea
Get out of the way, lady, we're trying to drive here, man
(I thought you were taking me to Frank)
We've got an hour, you hungry?