Lots of Green

Lyrics

[Intro: Berner] HOFFA This shit smoked out too Bern, Ben (Sap is on the—) [Verse 1: Berner] The whip smokey, the AC icy Coke-white Nikes, the small batch pricey (Ooh, it's pricey) This a 2026, one of six, can't find these (Number six) I was gettin' money in the '90s, I'm still turnt up Underground, but I'm vicious (But I'm vicious) Top five of the richest I need my eyes like Wiz's or B-Real's (Haha) We smoke weed fills and eat meals Kings of the weed, no cheap deals (No deals) Endorsement checks like three mil', damn Cinnamon with the sand, my lung expand 40K on my nеck, a hundred bands on my hands Floor plans and rubber bands, we up again Can gеt it there for the right price (For the right price) My stones lookin' like a night light (Yeah) I love it when the high right, shrooms with the Hasho (Hasho) Chain smokin', where the bag go? (Where it go?) Here's a hand-roll, take a hit and hold it in I make your chest hurt, bet you never wanna smoke again (Yeah) It's Berner and B-Real with Khalifa The car so cloudy, I can't even see ya [Chorus: Devin The Dude] I'm not just gettin' high, please See me chillin' and fulfillin' my trees Countin' blessings every day as I receive all the finer things A lot of work behind the scenes, but all they see is a lot of green, a lot of green [Verse 2: B-Real] As I'm taking focus on the microdoses A door opens when one closes, you need to know this I'm takin' slow hits and never stressin', never guessin' I'm always steppin' in the right direction, never question Contemplatin' moves like a chess games, next thing If you fuck with me, bring your best game, flex game Showin' up, showin' out, and showin' you fuckers How you put the stamp in the game, but look for now Take notes from the GOATs, pay me close attention Learn the business so the bag continues, that's the lesson So many layers for you non-players to comprehend Without knowin' a fuckin' thing, you opt 'em in In it for the quick bag cash in No one wants to fuck with the master 'Cause they don't put the love in like we do You're findin' out the game don't need you But we are absolutely necessary We smokin' everything, you're still on the Lemon Cherry And everywhere we touch down, they offer up a pound They want the stamp from the grand champ, ask around [Chorus: Devin The Dude] I'm not just gettin' high, please See me chillin' and fulfillin' my trees Countin' blessings every day as I receive all the finer things A lot of work behind the scenes, but all they see is a lot of green, a lot of green [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] I done been locked up for lightin' the pot up Promoter act like he got the juice, come to find out he got none Days spent in jail, not one Seen 'em comin' from the side of the stage and did not run But a J, I did drop one We screamin', "Smoke weed every day," and the crowd blowin' shotgun So we the ones that the cops want Now she smokin' papers and not blunts Want yellowtail, so we got lunch You can tell by they bag that they not us You can tell by they swag that they rats, when they come around, they might duck When they let me free, I got a private flight lined up A bitch waitin' for me at my room fine as fuck A joint in the car, soon as I land, fire it up They hatin' on the gang, but I keep throwin' mines up [Verse 4: Devin The Dude] A pound of weed on the table, smokin' purposes Roll freely if need be, don't have to purchase it And there's more where that came from So many strains, so many names, I can't name 'em I just wrap 'em up and bring 'em Remember back in the day before this began? I used to scratch and scrape just to get what I can With hard labor, wagers, favors from neighbors God grace filled place on the table Now I'm doin' things that I've always dreamed of Even though some hate, talk down, and mean mug And others think you don't deserve it So they spread rumors, you knew who said it soon as you heard it But just roll with the punches Go get your bunches of green that you need to feed your whole team I tend to make it look easy But I put a lot of hours in, trust and believe me You hear me? [Chorus: Devin The Dude] I'm not just gettin' high, please See me chillin' and fulfillin' my trees Countin' blessings every day as I receive all the finer things A lot of work behind the scenes, but all they see is a lot of green, a lot of green [Outro: Wiz Khalifa & Devin The Dude] Nigga It's TGOD And that's all the fuck it's finna be Bitch, you A lot of green Whole bunch of green