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letra de og - bocha, corey g, donte thomas

[chorus]
i need one hundred thousand, some marijuana
i really wanna, i’m really bout it
i need one hundred thousand, some marijuana
i really wanna, i’m really bout it

i need one hundred thousand (a hundred thousand), some marijuana (some marijuana)
i really wanna (i really wanna), i’m really bout it (i’m really bout it)
i need one hundred thousand (a hundred thousand), some marijuana (some marijuana)
i really wanna (i really wanna), i’m really bout it (i’m really bout it)

[verse 1]
we smokin twenty twin, my shorty cinnamon
we split the dividends, she love to get it in
and when sh-t hit the fan, they wanna settle in
me, i’d rather be a factor, what you have a different chapter

same sh-t, same sh-t
what you mean imma maybe leave tonight
with a couple of them fake achiever types
i be seeing through the hate to me it’s light

i just wanna lead a way and be the right
i be thinking bout the times i did some wrong
but in search of a place where i belong
swear to god imma steer through the fog
i need my reparations (my reparations), already paid dues (paid dues)
game of freeze tag (of freeze tag), who really making moves? (making moves)
ain’t with the regulation (of freeze tag), feel like we breaking rules (breaking rules)
i got the tree sap (tree sap) with me and a drink too (drink too)

[chorus]
i need one hundred thousand, some marijuana
i really wanna, i’m really bout it
i need one hundred thousand, some marijuana
i really wanna, i’m really bout it

[verse 2]
i need a hundred thousand and a bad b-tch to count it
i need a couple pounds and wee blowing down the mountain
if i’m with it she bout it while we making money moves
say you in it, i doubt it, you ain’t doing what we do

on your knees i’m on my feet sucking sand on the beach
barely tan above thee knees, jesus sandals on my feet
blessed as h-ll, high as ever, fog storm any weather
i’ll perform in any setting, getting paid before we ready
they say it’s your money, and you need it now
keep it a buck with you, i need a hundred thou
i need to know that you all in it til we make it out
because i’m doing this for yall and imma make yall proud

from a dollar in the wallet to an artist and a crowd
had holes in my pockets but you thought it was a style
built this garden from the ground, made a sound they never found
figured out how we gon market it and when we put it out

[chorus]
i need one hundred thousand (a hundred thousand), some marijuana (some marijuana)
i really wanna (i really wanna), i’m really bout it (i’m really bout it)
i need one hundred thousand (a hundred thousand), some marijuana (some marijuana)
i really wanna (i really wanna), i’m really bout it (i’m really bout it)

[skit]
h-llo, good evening
now i heard all the noise about those gardens

- bocha corey g donte thomas

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