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[Intro: Baby Gang]
Ma chérie, these sons of bitches
They want to divide us because they've seen fame
They've seen Givenchy on Baby Ganga
They know I'm rich and I keep bank accounts
But they don't know, ma chérie, I dream of bank robberies
He dreams of robberies, she dreams of him in a cage
And my pussy is selling weed to your friends za-

[Verse 1: Baby Gang]
Ma chérie, these sons of bitches
They want to divide us because they've seen fame
They've seen Givеnchy on Baby Ganga
They know I'm rich and I keep bank accounts
But they don't know, ma chérie, I drеam of bank robberies
He dreams of robberies, she dreams of him in a cage
And my pussy is selling weed to your lowlife friends
She puts them in the Louis V, she speaks little, yours speaks
"Hello, Baby, what's up?" she calls me every night
Says I've been missing for over a week
I'm out with the team, more than a week
I don't sleep at night, writing pieces with Satan
I was in, now free, free, free, free
Before I wasn't in there, there, there, there
Now give away the free, free, free, free
To come with the g-g-g-g-g-g
[Chorus: Baby Gang & Chief Plaza]
Smoking marijua
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Smoking marijua
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Smoking marijua
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Smoking marijua
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Yeah-yeah, ah)

[Verse 2: Chief Plaza]
Ma chérie, they want to divide us, but they won't have us
I stay easy, I think of the busy, I billed more this year
Bella, Baby, I have few real friends now beside
And my baby keeps thirty thousand in my luggage (Cash, cash, cash)
My bro inside, he's free-free-free now
But can't risk it now, life's a bitch
Ma chérie, I'm taking you down, come down with me
There's no turning back, it's not like a movie
Smoking hash, dry tech, California
In the techpack everything you dream of
My brother has everything he needs
All he has to do is open the strap, yah
She moves it in time, it raises the temperature
My bro' in the street fries like fried shrimps
Oh mama, it ain't worth it, they take chances
Only with that they pay the rent, yeah, yeah
Marijuana (Brr)
She asks me to smoke again
A hundred gs, a week
I've got work that calls (That calls me)
But I don't want to go now (No, no, no)
Ma chérie, yeah
[Chorus: Baby Gang]
Smoking marijua
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Smoking marijua
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Smoking marijua
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Smoking marijua
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na