You it, Im it, everybody it
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke 
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, smoke
Yeah he just, he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt
Stackin it tall 
Every nigga out my city became a boss 
Dolce, Rollie, holy moly, no days off 
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off 
Green and white like Celtics, dont play with me, play with a fork 
Im superior, Im imperial, I aint feelin you 
I could eat me some heroin or buy a brick 
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist 
Blowed your college fund , on my bitch 
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns 
Left out of school, started selling rocks, bought me a drop 
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks 
Homicide Gang, they gon put you on Fox 
Putang ran up a whole M sittin in the box 
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds, nigga, and still move blocks 
We had the bando goin crazy in the SWATs 
Ten-four, they runnin up on all the opps
We want all the smoke 
We want all the smoke 
We want all the smoke 
We want all the smoke 
We want all the smoke 
We want all the smoke 
We want all the smoke 
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on 
Im thinkin out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone 
Far gone, Im so gone on it
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and gon and lift it up, yeah yeah 
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor 
Having a private party, you know how that go 
Music all in my ears , instruments in my ears 
Im in the backyard feeding deers 
Im in a penthouse poppin seals 
I got pom-poms in my rear 
Chanel CoCo in my dear 
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will 
And dont you take that to the head 
You know I got you in my will 
Told big dawg bring the bricks in
Got a hundred more at the crib 
Make the dope do the windmill 
Nigga swing through at your wheels 
They done quoted two on killed
And I was in Miami countin a mil 
I told my bitch, No more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when its traffic time
My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser 
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy 
Came up out the projects, aint have shit, yeah 
I wiped a nigga nose for a ticket 
Hit it from the back 
Make her say slime, say slatt 
How you dig that?
Whipped up the fish Parkay and got racks, ayy
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke 
We want all the smoke 
We want all the smoke 
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke