Correction Lyrics Like a Million Bucks by C-Mob

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Prepare for takeoff
I'm ready
Kush packs, blown back
No brown betty
I'm getting it in
Every morning wake and bake with a big grin
Now that's a million dollar smile
If I had a million I'd be swimming in my pile
Good haze got my head spinning for a while
When I had to go hard there's no limit from the clouds
Feeling like the air up there
Don't bother talking to me there's no-one upstairs, yeah
I stay in my zone like Cover-3 trynna to cover me, I'm gone
Gone with the wind
We don did it once before and I'm gon hit again
Pass the torch likе the Summer Games
Hе don't wanna let her go cause you love the flame
Million dollar lifestyle trynna juggle fame
Always gonna break in with a puzzle brain
Guess I lost a couple pieces along the way
I ain't really need em
Stay up all night, wake-up daydreaming
About the day n***as I hate or my players they eating
I mean we are first class flight ready to depart
And this your captain speaking, fasten up your seatbelts tight for the weekend
It could be a bumpy ride if you know what I mean
Smoking First 48 try and duck the crime scene
That's killer for you dumb f**ks
That's all I smoke, all I puff
No bullsh*t can't call my bluff
Every damn day I be in them guts
I stay weeded from a.m. to p.m
Welcome to wonderland, what do you believe in?
I am sleepwalking through today
But feeling like a million dollars, what can I say? (say)

I feel like a million bucks
Swishers rolled tight
My spliff is stuffed
So just try to have a good time and forget the fuss
I just wish that everybody could blow one with me once
I-I-I feel (x4)
Just like a million bucks (x3)
Falling from the f**king sky
I feel how I'm supposed to be
Girl don't fear, let's light this doobie

Rolling up, straight out the OZ
Purple straight from L.A. with OG
Hurricane I make waves and blow trees
Riding round a pretty thing you low-key
Carlo, you know me I walk like
And I do it for my city like the Dark Knight
Got a double cut leaning off of dark sprite
Got plenty in rotation fog life
Real n***as bad hoes and hella smoke
Y'all high, but me, I smoke better dope
I fill it up and lick it just like an envelope
George Gervin, pro-game incredible
Straight loud, no words, just smell the dope
West Coast cough pack no medical
We in the spot tonight somebody let em know
And if you love your girl I wouldn't let her go
Oh no, go-getters in the building
Blunts rolled up and the box to drink schilling
Laughing with the hoes
Got the champagne spilling
Worth a couple thousand, feeling like a million

Smoke, smoke
Marijuana
Mari-marijuana
M-M-Mary Jane
Smoke smoke
Tree tree
THC, THC
Smoke smoke
Big blunts
And bongs, and bowls, and joints

Into cud, sativa, and hybrid
Smoke with us and you'll know what high is
High-grade, there's no need to buy mid
So high all you can see is my eye lids
We get it really in
Feeling like a million
Cheesing with a silly grin
Goofier than Gilligan's
Split another Philly then
Roll the haze
I had quit but now I'm back to my older way
Stuffing goldie and blacks
So high but I'm never slow to react
They no holding me back
I'mma roll me a sack
Motherf**ker can you buy that, go get a MAC
No urge to devour people
Ultra kush, master kush, sour diesel
That's right I got a headband high
Feeling so alive make a dead man cry
Take a flight around the atlas
You don't need love, it's just don't forget the matches
Afghan to Hindu cursed by the batches
Ever smoke weed that smell just like cat p*ss?
I be high as a kite
Off of Y and delight
In the sky on a flight
Never trying to fight, like I'm eyeing your wife
Get up with my engineer and we'll be flying tonight
That's right b*t*h, I know weed
We gon make our own strain call it Philo-T
Ready for takeoff like a missile silo be
I blow tree from here to Nairobi
Chiefing like an Indian
Welcome to my teepee
Step into the fall, where we're getting so leafy
So let me know if you down to match
Cause this weed got me feeling like a thousand racks

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