Pass Off

Lyrics

[Intro: Smoke DZA] (Cardo got wings) Right (Showtime) [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Call up a Uber, let's get out of this bitch They like, "Man, you always steaming," bro, I'm tired of this shit Ain't no way on this green Earth I can get high off this cliff You a fuckin' buddah head, you gon' die off this shit That's a fuss answer Wrong drug dummy, that's a dust answer Gamers have a appetite, but it's forever fuck cancer Double L R varsity with the black panther Hate a weed scientist actin' like his shit is that danker Too much, thinkin' 'bout it too much, okay, Sampha Pet-peevin' that anger Lash out on poor strangers God damn it, another girl She screamin', she probably hoarse Asking if I mess with whores Nigga left that pussy sore Wrong turn, fuck around catch a charley horse Smokin' personals, she like, "It's 'bout time you cough" [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Wake up, count my money (Money) Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties) Rollin' up the dank (Dank) Pass her to the homie (To the homie) Wake up, count my money (Money) Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties) We don't love these hoes (These hoes) Pass her to the homie [Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Pass off, ooh, yeah (Ooh, yeah) Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Bridge: Smoke DZA] This is for G's and this is for my hustlers This is for my hustlers stackin' they G's This is for my G's and this is for my hustlers Speakin' of my hustlers, back to this weed {Verse 2: Smoke DZA} A nigga chiefin', that eighth grade high, cheesin' Loadin' up my Snoop Dogg G-pen I hit the road and get stoned I don't even have to roll to get stoned Shit, Dice Clay with the chain smokin' Pothead shit, got my chains smokin' Bob Marley head, diamonds all in up the dreads I ain't that different? Bitch, please You don't know the half, chicken Plus a nigga wasted like a failed Grand Theft mission So much chronic in my system Pray to God I'm not a piss test victim Uh, well, don't do crime, nigga Too much bacon, stay off the swine, nigga Pass off [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Wake up, count my money (Money) Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties) Rollin' up the dank (Dank) Pass her to the homie (To the homie) Wake up, count my money (Money) Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties) We don't love these hoes (These hoes) Pass her to the homie (Pass off) [Verse 3: Bluntsmoker & Smoke DZA] You know your man Bluntey Got these niggas crunchy Fresh pack of Palmer's Roll me up a blunt, please I'm a smoker Never sober I bought the drop like, bitch, you know us She wanna blow us Hopped on a tour bus Met us in Cali Drove up to Boulder (Colorado) Now we rollin' while she blowin' I got the bitch open, but (Pass off) [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Wake up, count my money (Money) Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties) Rollin' up the dank (Dank) Pass her to the homie (To the homie) Wake up, count my money (Money) Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties) We don't love these hoes (These hoes) Pass her to the homie (Pass off) [Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Pass off, ooh, yeah (Ooh, yeah) Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah