"Priestly Business" lyrics

Answer me, you white-looking bastard

All this hustlin' for all this paper
All these women 'round and all these haters
Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake
All these cars that's in my parking lot, which one's my favorite?
Rollin' up another one to smoke one later
Laughin' with my dogs, we can't believe we made it
Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake
I became the boss because the cost, I paid it

Roll and blaze, nowadays, everyone's the same
Drop my top, catch some rays, goin' through a phase
Lookin' at the top spot, that's where I wanna stay
Fillin' ashtrays, diamonds look like lemonade
Talk behind my back, but in my face, they don't play
Hella paid, Celine logo, side of my shades
Start off too fast, end up spinnin' out of your lane
So much grass goin' in and out of my brain

Got a doobie in my ashtray waitin' (Every day)
Smokin' anywhere, my pass is good any place (What you think?)
Never get down to my last when I'm bakin' (Always stoned)
To the point, I don't even pass, it's all to the face

All this hustlin' for all this paper
All these women 'round and all these haters
Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake
All these cars that's in my parking lot, which one's my favorite?
Rollin' up another one to smoke one later
Laughin' with my dogs, we can't believe we made it
Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake
I became the boss because the cost, I paid it

Wanna let back my top and just chill
Wanna be with my real ones that's real
Wanna stand out, won't ever fit in
Wanna make a hundred million bucks and do it again
Wanna spend some and save some for my kid
Want a bad bitch that I can teach to get rich
And we split it
Got a lot of dreams and a lot of time, so let's get it

Got a doobie in my ashtray awaitin' (Every day)
Smokin' anywhere, my pass is good any place (What you think?)
Never get down to my last when I'm bakin' (Always stoned)
To the point, I don't even pass, it's all to the face

Big house, nice house, I'm out the hood, you mad, you in your feelings, so what?

All this hustlin' for all this paper
All these women 'round and all these haters
Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake
All these cars that's in my parking lot, which one's my favorite?
Rollin' up another one to smoke one later
Laughin' with my dogs, we can't believe we made it (We're gonna smoke the whole plate nonstop)
Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake (Yeah, yeah, just fall asleep in this bitch)
I became the boss because the cost, I paid it (And don't be, and don't be doin' little pulls, just go all out)

Yeah, get stoned for real