Less Smoking, More Rapping lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Get money, f*ck b*tches, continuously stylin'
Another day, another offer, the money keep pilin'
Never been to Rikers but I take trips to the island
A thousand dollars for my kicks, no red on the bottom
Can't spend it when I'm gone, sh*t n*ggas be dying
Another day, another body, lil' n*ggas be wildin'
I'm high plus you funny-looking, that's why I keep smilin'
I copped the rollie off my grind, I call it perfect timin'
Got the hood wondering what I got signed for
They still sleeping, they must f*ck with Phillip Stein More
Another package on my next day sh*t
Wonder why you ain't seen this piece, that's cause it's next year sh*t
I'll leave 'em crispy like a bad cook
Go through my closet like a 2012 lookbook, all types of flavors
Been around the world, met all types of players
All types of hustlers, all types of haters
I kill 'em with that hot flow
Rollin' through the city with Richie in a 3-series like motherf*ck the potholes
45 degrees, no top flow - we hot though
Haters tryna cop my swag, naw - shop closed
Silly rabbit, rap n*ggas be fake friendly
I don't care who like me, real n*ggas relate to me
Lil' homie, still on the ave, getting cake for me
Which means, I'm still that n*gga, basically
I kicked in the door, let my n*ggas in
No, I'm poppin' in places you ain't never been
It's the Kush God's time, ya'll watch
You gon' wish you was there when the ball dropped