Cuz I Wanna ft. Chase Money Lyrics

I be a cocky lil' bitch

Cuz I wanna

Got my own shit

Don't need a donor

If ya talk that shit

Better back that shit

Cause I back mine like I'm on a boner

All these hoes round here need a toner

Cleanse hate from ya face

Find closure

I'm not the cause of ya pain

Envy never gives gain

That petty shit is why I be a loaner

And a stoner, stoner, stoner

Yeah I smoke everyday cuz I wanna

And my kids got shit that yo ass can't get

Fuck you

I'm a great momma

Im'ma do what I wanna do when I wanna do it

It don't involve you

Naw you ain't shit to it

Im'ma do what I wanna do when I wanna do it

It don't involve you

Naw you ain't shit to it

They say that I do to much

But that's cuz ya'll don't do enough

Both hands up like 12 o'clock

Run them pockets

I'm sure it's gone drop

They say that I do to much

But that's cuz ya'll don't do enough

Both hands up like 12 o'clock

Run them pockets

I'm sure it's gone drop

Smoke big green when I wanna

Bet I get hotter than a sauna

They love me at the dispensary

No more gettin' herb on tha corner

Get so high

I'm a stoner

Now it's time to fly

I'm a goner

Show me a bad one

That can roll a fat one

And I bet'cha I'm on her

Fire up

Get it lit again

Stand up

It'll make you sit again

Go head take one mo' hit again

Match one

I'll be on that shit again

Smoke in tha back

Smoke in tha front

Even in public I'm smokin' a blunt

They keep on lookin' like this what they want

Runnin' with wolves

Been on tha hunt

They say that I do to much

But that's cuz ya'll don't do enough

Both hands up like 12 o'clock

Run them pockets

I'm sure it's gone drop

They say that I do to much

But that's cuz ya'll don't do enough

Both hands up like 12 o'clock

Run them pockets

I'm sure it's gone drop

In tha clouds, floatin so high (Fire up)

In tha clouds, floatin so high (Fire up)

In tha clouds, floatin so high (Fire up)

In tha clouds, floatin so high (Fire up)

I got one, two, three, four fingers up

That he can't count

Cause he to damn stuck

Claimed he could blaze from the top of the shelf

But now he's droolin' all over himself

I'm ok, I'm good now

Look I'm wide awake

I'm ok, I'm good now

Look I'm wide awake

It's deuces to tha useless

Later he'll call with excuses

Tryin' to act all clueless

But we all know what tha truth is

Got froze by tha don that I blow

No ya can't trump me

I'm a pro

I'm a high grade bitch

With a high tolerance

That don't tolerate low blows