Snap your fingers , twist a blunt 
I can do this shit as much as I want 
Bitch what , get stomped 
I feel like Young Buck, black denim, beige lugs 
30 rolled up , pull up pop trunk 
Dropped what I was told, started doin what I want 
Now my life serene , I simply cant explain 
It never gets old wakin up to your dreams
What
Used to have to roll up on my washer 
But since the upgrade I got options 
Now I got like 13 rooms that I could gut in 
Like I might just roll up in the walk-in closet
Vintage painted tile line the hallways 
Hand chiseled moldin on the fireplace
Neighbors see me and they get scared 
Cause I sure dont look like I belong here
Snap your fingers , twist a blunt 
I can do this shit as much as I want 
Bitch what , get stomped 
I feel like Young Buck, black denim, beige lugs 
30 rolled up , pull up pop trunk 
Dropped what I was told, started doin what I want 
Now my life serene , I simply cant explain 
It never gets old wakin up to your dreams
Snap your fingers , twist a blunt 
I can do this shit as much as I want 
Bitch what , get stomped 
I feel like Young Buck, black denim, beige lugs
Snap your fingers, twist a blunt