24 from the hood and I made 11 million this year So I'm throwin up paper Got a bunch of niggas with me that done made it from the bottom Gettin' money all throwin' up Taylor You can roll 'em out puff 'em I don't save it I stuff 'em I don't gotta chase money I'm good I'll bake the whole onion and replace it like its nothing ya I'm talkin' straight cookies no oven And I'm smokin' in public rich folks still love it He talkin' he bluffin' that's my chick she stuntin' And my team is the wildest try and get high enough to see mr wallace Thumbs green like the mile is this for my youngins gettin steamed up in college If you seen all my closets so much style It's like my stylist had a stylist And my crib like a palace wizzle go hard like a callus All we smoke is papers blowin' hella flavors Smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause were Taylor'd Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up Cop a pound come a pound roll a pound blow it down Call a ho it's goin' down Juicy J from stoner town Originality where Mary Jane control the sound Blue dream and lean for all of those who knew the time Hash kef oils in the gas mask we be doin' numbers like its math class Match one nigga don't you know I'm match back Colors on the herb make the bud look abstract Smoke good cause I deserve it sour diesel got me swerving I'm swerving right up on the curbing Big bong rips got my chest hurting Purp naps in the Marriott sweet I wanna taste the weed but the swisher too sweet So make sure you know it's only Taylor's if we meet If you get trippy mane you can even choke a bean Blood came through and just dropped off a load And I ain't sellin' shit everything gettin' smoked Smoke when I get up smoke myself to sleep Taylor Gang bitch 10 pounds every week All we smoke is papers blowin' hella flavors Smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause were Taylor'd Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up I'm right from my city I'm on two blue pills and got the room smelling pissy Ask I tell her don't kiss me don't come up for air Lost your bitch to the game f**k it life isn't fair I'm too chill 2 mil re caught with my rap money Two or three pads bad bitches roll the planes for me Two strains that my new nickname cherry pound cookie All you see is a big flame Stunt grown man with a coat on trippy in a room Full of girls with no clothes on But ya I love how I'm living I just left the night club I'm in bed with 3 women Too high too fly big belly cause I eat good Blew 30 grand on drinks I better sleep good Bag full of shit you probably seen in my twitpics Hoodrich the only thing a stripper get is good dick Ya I'm so slow motion in an s class Floating hard to keep my eyes open A king pin I keep weed by the elbow Skin all itchy tonight I'm sippin' yellow All we smoke is papers blowin' hella flavors Smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause were Taylor'd Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up Get high get high get f**ked up get f**ked up