"Cowboy" lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Roll another one
Blaze until the copper come
Blaze until my body numb
Shit, I got crazy lungs
Planet we rule, we over seas
Lookin' at the stars [?] smoking hella trees
Dictate the doctor, this time we double the profit
Now we fly away, hoping for a better day
This is what my nigga say, hey
Guess who's rollin' up today
Waited for my momma just to get up off this drama
Still rockin' dirty [?] give a fuck about dishonest
Bittersweet symphony, dancing to the melody
Rubbing on the tit-tities, and can I touch it [?] please
See all my shit is diddy wrist, means I keep it for real
Bitch I keep it hella trail, rapping 'bout my problems still
I make some noises he's [?] he's not a bird he's not a plane
And I'm making all this money, shit I really can't complain
Aiming at a target then we bang, bang

Rich, rich
We really with the shits
Rich, rich
We really with the shits
Rich, rich
We really with the shits
Rich, rich
We really with the shits
Rich, rich
We really with the shits
Rich, rich
We really with the shits
Rich, rich
We really with the shits, huh

Take me for granted, we leaving the planet
Wish I could rise to the moon, I take this shit out the package
Look at the way that I stack it, now I'm playing the G's
Pockets be smellin' like T's, mixing the liquor and weed
Better take you to sleep, tell my momma that I love her
Taking off, to the south, bitches in they doubts
Neither the floor or the couch, going on dates, flying to the states
I swear to god, is a motherfucking shame the way they mention my name
You got any gin, I gotta finish the plan
See, bitch we really go head, so now he's bringing with it
I'm never fucking with him, I'm [?] at the crib
Said poppin', yeah we poppin', losin' ain't no option
Still they wanna stop a Mr. Cowboy mixing loud noise
Woodie Smalls is still actin' like a bad boy
I got no rest, rest, rest, we really with the shits

Rich, rich
We really with the shits
Rich, rich
We really with the shits
Rich, rich
We really with the shits