[Intro]
Triple 3's, then triple 7's only
It's ‘bout time you level up, yah
Uh

[Verse 1]
Rollin’ back to back, grade-A wit’ my bad chick
And she on, and that's a fact
I ain't trippin', them n***a’s bitchin'
I'm chillin', so relaxed
Diamonds all intact, Trippy Stick I'm smokin'
It's hash inside of that, yah
Cruisin' with my bucket low, tryna get these G's and them M's
Yeah my [?] show
Them suckas show, plenty feelin's
While I'm high, starin' up at the ceilin’
Money peelin', Chevy doors slammin', I'm four wheelin'
Dior vision's, for my women
Them Loubies too
We men of honor, like you been good?
And now- who are you?
Cruisin' through, engine barkin', parallel parkin'
I'm smokin' in my coupe
N***a’s callin' I'm stallin', sayin' that I'ma come through
I be too beamed up, burnin' papers, gettin’ paper
Oohh they mad I'm G'd up
But n***a fuck 'em tho
I'm wakin’ up on another coast
You wakin’ up to bullshit, on another note

[Chorus]
Money, girls, and weed it seems is all I ever see, through these dark ass shades
All my n***as say with me
Level Up, all my bitches, Level Up
She keep her sunglasses on while she rollin' up her trees
Level Up, she with me, Level Up
I got the windows down and I let her feel the breeze
Level Up, I'm a G, Level Up
Yah

[Verse 2]
Uh
I make music so that my ex girls, get news of my next girls
Make n***a’s jealous so much as they loose respect for her
Everything they stand for, everything they claiming
Most these n***a’s owe these labels
So that's what they hold they hands for
Presidential Rollies, bitches throwin' the pussy that they owe me
I let ‘em wear out they arm, nice and slowly
James told me, "Bread and butter, bread and butter
Keep 'em amongst each other"
Now it's women in my suites waitin', they undercovers
In the front room, it's me and the same dudes
Breathin’ in the same fumes, we follow the same rules
LVL clique, get on these beats and excel shit
I can tell when, n***a's is usin' my sales pitch
I don't get upset, cause always them n***a's failed quick
Shoutout to my set
None of these n***a's derail us
I don't know what's next, but money just seems to trail us
Follow in my steps, I promise that I won't fail us
All 'cause

[Chorus]
Money, girls, and weed it seems is all I ever see
Through these dark ass shades, all my n***as say with me
Level Up, all my bitches, Level Up
She keep her sunglasses on while she rollin' up her trees
Level Up, she with me, Level Up
I got the windows down and I let her feel the breeze
Level Up, I'm a G, Level Up

[Outro] (x2)
Money, girls, and weed it seems is all I ever see
(Through these dark ass shades as I'm blowin' on my trees)
She keep her sunglasses on while she rollin' up her trees
(She with me, got the window down, I let her feel the breeze)