Five Bucks Lyrics - Finally Famous Vol. 3 - Big Sean

Im smokin loudly, i woke them all 

I pick up that tree, when its not far 

Im gone off that tree, when its not tall 

Im in love with tree, i'm a avatar 

I pick up a o from my nigga ralphie 

my bro and me but he is not alfie 

gone off that goo punch, it makes me drowsy 

roll up the windows, it makes it cloudy 

daaamn if you aint know 

i make these girls nice smokin paper and bows 

my ladies like blunts, hit em twice if not once 

then i blow em off and just pass em to my bro 

now catch me gettin brain if a nigga not learnin 

i be spendin money if a nigga not earnin 

catch me in the back seat if im not stirrin 

and i be rollin up if a nigga not burnin 

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I got 5 on it 

(Got it good) 

Grab your fo', let's get keyed 

I got 5 on it 

Messin' with that endo weed 

I got 5 on it 

(Got it good) 

It's got me stuck, cannot go back 

I got 5 on it 

Potnah, let's go half on a sack 

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you know a nigga like to stay up at that cruisin altitude up in the sky 

try to fuck with paper planes but its not the same high 

cleveland niggas aint no bitches we prefer the cigarello smoke 

if you say it take away from taste then get some better smoke 

cuz the shit i blow can be smoked on the next block 

aint no middle man everything you need is in stock 

this glock is all the security i need 

i be solo dolo when you see me blowin on some weed 

why speed? no need i be just takin it slow 

i be so clean diesel overpowers my cologne 

now all the bad bitches who blaze are shiftin this way 

yall just some white doves with these leaves i am the sensei 

now bow to the bag, never save the best for last 

when I come around niggas know to hurry up and pass 

fuck a dime set lets cop a quarter pound 

what the fuck is you gonna put down 

nigga I got five 

I got 5 on it 

(Got it good) 

Grab your fo', let's get keyed 

I got 5 on it 

Messin' with that endo weed 

I got 5 on it 

(Got it good) 

It's got me stuck, cannot go back 

I got 5 on it 

Potnah, let's go half on a sack 

Hot wired 64 hydraulics 

not stolen lost my keys I was high patna 

fuck you want this a raw paper 

not a blunt you must got me mixed up with chip cuz 

this spitta zig zag a whole zip up 

shit strong shoulda came with a big pick up 

bitches callin me wanna smoke beggin for me to pick her up 

she blow me while im blowin rings of that killa 

that weed you smokin brown 

fake weed too much makeup clown 

get real smoking green strawberry fields 

high standin up feelin like im layin down 

couple boojey judies came round 

actin all stuck up 

now they just stuck from smoking with us 

how the hallways smellin is my windows open enough 

I hear walkie talkies is security comin up? 

I got 5 on it 

(Got it good) 

Grab your fo', let's get keyed 

I got 5 on it 

Messin' with that endo weed 

I got 5 on it 

(Got it good) 

It's got me stuck, cannot go back 

I got 5 on it 

Potnah, let's go half on a sack