[Chorus x2] And I'mma keep rolling up Put the weed low when the police is rolling up Fool all I know is go and try to let them haters slow me up Stashing for my (insert)? They balling when they old enough
[Curren$y] Yeah, jets nigga As if I had to say it, spitta In the middle of every bad Bitches playlist I tunes banging from my hotel room Nothing but beats bitch Fuck it when I die I could sleep Bitch My momma need a bigger crib so I need this money g King kong aint got shit on me My face is a coupon I don't know them but they know me Bitches pitch it, like pitchers But I'm smart not a wild swinger careful at what I'm hitting Burners in the sofa cushion careful where you sitting Aint in to nothing crazy keep it for them crazy niggas G fizz [?] fly holla at wiz, catch the steelers Smelling like high time at the 50 yard line Ushers bugging wanna check our tickets
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[Wiz Khalifa] And um, my niggas the planes back Getting full off of dinner but save scraps Never know when a rainy day may hap- Pen pictures out of my life and Bitches I Taylor gang that Me and spitta, spend a grand at the bar Buying drinks for my niggas Hoes selling they souls just to be with us On the road with winners, champions Ride smoking weed to myself the only reason they stress Because I'm on the level you can't be in And I flick the middle finger to fake friends We live like when the loyalty is strong you can't bend We the planes and all of my niggas stamped in Billionaire clothes out in Vegas fucking Millionaire hoes I'm in the air solo You know where near close Went and took the road this youngin here chose Smoking it by the "O"
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
