H-Money rolling blunts all the damn day
Roll em up, smoke em up. Every single way
Flying by, gettin high, only if you pay
I grow my own, crush it up, smoke 'em with the bae

Every morning I wake up and I light a new blunt
Every morning I light up and I smoke until lunch
Everybody in my family likes to smoke it with me too
Daddy toking, mommy toking, little baby boo
Smoke that kush, that burning bush
I'm that hip hop Moses, posers, push
Light 'em up with the big man, halo hallucinations
I'm a Jesus marijuana god, feel my revelation
Genesis in my lungs as I inhale that feeling
The weed leaves tease my uneasy healing
That pot, That dope, That blunt, That bowl
That green grass is the only thing that makes me feel whole
They call me H-Money cause I roll in the dough
Then I slap my weed on it and roll with flow
I roll blunt after blunt 'til my fingers give out
Make that money every second cause that's what I'm about

Fucking H-Money rolling blunts all the damn day
Roll em up, smoke em up. Every single way
Flying by, getting high, only if you pay
I grow my own, crush it up, smoke 'em with the bae

Light it up (inhale). Smoke.
Getting high (inhale). Smoke.
Feeling low (inhale). Smoke.
If you ain't never downed a brownie whole your life's a fucking joke, wigga
My momma told me not to try crack cocaine
I told my momma that I control my own brain
But still crack'll never be my fucking drug of choice, man
It's only when I smoke that green that I find my fucking voice, blam!
Fuck right off if you ain't gonna follow me
If weed is a honeyhive then I must be the queen bee
When I'm puffing smoke you'd be a idiot to cross me
I wear a cross around my neck cause Jesus is a reefer, freak
Swag--don't choke on that dope
I'll wrap my weed around your neck and hang you by the throat
Cause I'm a weed killer, pot stabber, green grabber
Light it up with H-money and I'll show you how to have it, bitch
Live strong, Lance Armstrong
I'll light all his yellow bracelets like the dope in my bong
Smoking day smoking night smoking left smoking right
My blunts are like some virgins cause that shit is rolled up tight, bitches

H-Money rolling blunts all the damn day
Roll em up, smoke em up. Every single way
Flying by, getting high, only if you pay
I grow my own, crush it up, smoke 'em with the bae