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conversations.value: Write me a song called 5 Bucks (5 On It) with the following description: Curren$y and King Chip join Big Sean on “5 Bucks (5 On It),” a remake of Luniz' classic track, “I Got 5 on It.” On the track, the artists boast about their consumption of marijuana and other drugs, as well as their constant pursuit of money. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Big Sean]
  I do it
  B-I-G
  Finally Famous in this
  I do it (G.O.O.D. Music)
  D-Town (Finally Famous in this, getting money)
  Boy
  Ayy
  [Verse 1: Big Sean]
  OK, I'm smoking loudly, I woke them all
  I pick up that tree, ha, when it's not fall
  I'm gone off that tree (Tree) when it's not tall
  I'm in love with tree, I'm a Avatar
  I pick up a O from my nigga Ralphy
  My bro and me, but he is not Alfie (Ha)
  Gone off that goo-punch, it makes me drowsy (Damn)
  Roll up the windows, it makes it cloudy
  Damn, if you ain't know
  I made these girls' nights, smoking paper and bowls (Look)
  My ladies like blunts—hit 'em twice, if not once (Once)
  Then I blow 'em off and just pass 'em to my bro
  Now, catch me getting brain if a nigga not learning (Ha)
  I be spending money if a nigga not earning (Yup)
  Catch me in the backseat if I'm not steering (Do it)
  And I be rolling up if a nigga not burning, boy [Chorus: Michael Marshall]
  I got five on it (
  Got it, good
  )
  Grab your 40, let's get keyed
  I got five on it
  Messing with that Indo weed
  I got five on it (
  Got it, good
  )
  It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
  I got five on it
  Partner, let's go half on a sack
  [Verse 2: King Chip]
  Yeah, you know a nigga like to stay at that cruising altitude up in the sky
  Try to fuck with paper planes, but it's not the same high
  Cleveland niggas ain't no bitches, we prefer the cigarillo smoke
  If you say it take away from taste, then get some better smoke
  'Cause this shit I blow can be smelt on the next block
  Ain't no middlemans—everything you need is in stock
  This Glock is all the security I need
  I be solo-dolo when you see me blowing on some weed
  Why speed? No need, I be just taking it slow
  I be so clean, diesel overpowers my cologne
  Now, all the bad bitches who blazed on shifting this way
  Y'all just some white belts with these leaves; I am the sensai
  Now, bow to the bag, never save the best for last
  When I come around, niggas know to hurry up and pass
  Fuck a dime sack, let's cop a quarter-pound now
  What the fuck is you gon' put down? Nigga, I got five [Chorus: Michael Marshall & 
  Curren$y
  ]
  I got five on it (
  Got it, good
  )
  Grab your 40, let's get keyed
  I got five on it
  Messing with that Indo weed
  I got five on it (
  Got it, good
  )
  It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
  I got five on it (
  Ugh
  )
  Partner, let's go half on a sack
  [Verse 3: Curren$y]
  Yeah, hot-wired, six-four hydraulics
  Not stolen, lost my keys, I was high, partner
  Fuck you want? This the raw paper not a blunt
  You must, got me mixed up with Chip 'cause
  This Spitta; Zig-Zag a whole zip up
  Shit strong, should've came with a bed pickup
  Bitches calling me, wanna smoke, beggin' for me to pick up
  She blow me while I'm blowin' rings of that killer
  That weed you smoking brown
  Fake weed, too much makeup, clown
  Get real smoking green, strawberry fields
  High, standing up, feeling like I'm laying down
  Couple boujee Judy's came 'round
  Acting all stuck-up; now, they just stuck from smokin' with us
  How the hallway smelling? My windows open enough?
  I hear walkie-talkies—is security coming up? Fuck [Chorus: Michael Marshall & 
  Curren$y
  ]
  I got five on it (
  Got it, good
  )
  Grab your 40, let's get keyed (
  Yeah
  )
  I got five on it
  Messing with that Indo weed
  I got five on it (
  Got it, good
  )
  It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
  I got five on it
  Partner, let's go half on a sack