[Chorus]
I want all the money, I want all the dope
N***a got a problem, put it on the floor
We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke
We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke
I want all the money, I want all the dope
N***a got a problem, put it on the floor
We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke
We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke
Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke
Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke
Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke
If a n***a got a problem, put it on the floor

[Verse 1]
If a n***a want smoke you know we slide then
We gon' find out what crib he hiding in
Put a n***a on your block so we can find the house
Fire 'bout to chop you down while y'all running out
N***a never had a run, they just run they mouth
Baby holdin' this Rollie up 'cause G just blew it out
You got guns, I got guns, we can shoot it out
I'm aiming for a n***a head, I ain't killing Clause
Lord forgive yourself for being a wild child
Two FN's, two chopsticks, cost me five thou
N***a tellin' me I'm next, bitch I'm up now
I'm in Houston makin' plays, bitch I feel like Yao
[Chorus]
I want all the money, I want all the dope
N***a got a problem, put it on the floor
We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke
We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke
I want all the money, I want all the dope
N***a got a problem, put it on the floor
We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke
We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke
Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke
Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke
Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke
If a n***a got a problem, put it on the floor

[Verse 2]
N***a ain't my mans if he ain't ridin' with me
I fuck with the BandGang, I got Mas' with me
My n***a Pie got a sleeve and a five-fifty
I got popped, I could've died, I had God with me
A n***a gotta die if a n***a want beef
Free my n***a 80's, I'm good on the east
You know this bitch a classic when Ant on the beat
N***as know that I'ma shoot so they pass it to me
Five thousand for a show, that shit comin' to me
Work hard for this shit, can't do nothin' for free
All these n***as washed up, they ain't fuckin' with me
Whole car glocked up, they all clutchin' with me
[Chorus]
I want all the money, I want all the dope
N***a got a problem, put it on the floor
We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke
We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke
I want all the money, I want all the dope
N***a got a problem, put it on the floor
We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke
We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke
Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke
Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke
Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke
If a n***a got a problem, put it on the floor