Well, I'm the dopeman -- yeah, boy, wear corduroy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smoking that rock and my pocket's getting bigger
Yeah, high rolling, big money I'm folding
♥♥♥♥♥ on my tip for the ♥♥♥♥ I'm holding
Strung strawberry jocking me so early
Ho, you want a hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Well, that's my life that how it's cut