Yeah

Yeah
 I put my shades on.

 [Verse 1:]
 I live it up like these are my last days
 If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
 Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass
 Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag
 Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting
 I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect
 Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters
 But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper
 So love or hate me, I stay hate-free
 They say we learn from mistakes; why, that's why they mistake me
 I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers
 All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
 I stick to the script, I memorize the lines
 Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times
 You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds
 And they say never say never, but [bad word] it, nevermind
 I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong
 Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah

 [Hook:]
 I'mma blunt blowin', Polo drawers showin'
 I don't give a lovely [bad word] [bad word] [bad word]  With my money growing, no matter where you going
 You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo [bad word]  [bad word] 
 I'mma blunt blowin', Polo drawers showin'
 I don't give a lovely [bad word] [bad word] [bad word]  With my money blowing, don't matter I got more and
 You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo [bad word]  [bad word] 
 [Verse 2:]
 Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them [bad word]  All about my riches, my name should be Richard
 Cut the [bad word] out, I'm Edward with the scissors
 Life is a choice, and death is a decision
 Times have changed, but [bad word] it get a new watch
 I still got the vision like a line between two dots
 Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter
 And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em
 I'm a bad [bad word] cause the good die young
 Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
 Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
 Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum
 Yeah, big money, big money, deep pockets
 Money talks, and [bad word] eavesdropping
 Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
 Eastside, MOB Piru Damu

 [Hook:]
 I'mma blunt blowin', polo drawers showin'
 I don't give a lovely [bad word] [bad word] [bad word]  With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
 You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo [bad word] [bad word] 
 I'mma blunt blowin', polo drawers showin'
 I don't give a lovely [bad word] [bad word] [bad word]  With my money blowing, no matter where you going
 You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo [bad word]  [bad word] 
 [Verse 3:]
 Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher
 See y'all dead meat, and me? I'm just a butcher
 I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker
 And freedom was my girl, until they [bad word] took her
 You can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids
 But I don't wanna know, cause [bad word] I like surprises
 Why that, why this, why you on that why [bad word] 
 [bad word] ask me why, I say YM
 Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim
 Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
 Young Moola, skinnies and some Supras
 Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, [bad word] 
 [Hook:]
 I'mma blunt blowin', polo drawers showin'
 I don't give a lovely [bad word] [bad word] [bad word]  With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
 You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo [bad word] [bad word] 
 I'mma blunt blowin', polo drawers showin'
 I don't give a lovely [bad word] [bad word] [bad word]  With my money blowing, no matter where you going
 You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo [bad word]  [bad word] 
 [Outro:]
 Well I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong
 Yeah I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong
 Said I've been gone too long, tru