[Hook x2]
We in the party burning up the weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go
When niggas try to tell us, we like "hold up, roll up"
And them bitches ain't coming if they can't party
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Keeping it G and sticking to the plan
Of getting rich and burying
All my money in the desert sand
Wasn't no stroke of luck, I played my hand
Man I've been up here for hours
Fingers tired from rolling every gram
And now my cheese ain't just American
Cause I get overseas money
Everywhere I go, somebody scream for me
Looking out the window
My hotel room in Vegas thinking
How the fuck could you hate this?
Half of these people ain't real, niggas shapeshift
Thats why I'm smoking O.G. til I'm weightless
Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah
Of course they gon hate, but fuck what they say
Cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell, flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail
I think it's time you fired everyone hired to help ya
Getting all this bread, wanna know why?
Could tell ya.. other than that
[Hook x2]
We in the party burning up the weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go
When niggas try to tell us, we like "hold up, roll up"
And them bitches ain't coming if they can't party
[Verse 2 - Curren$y]
Yeah, OG, got first, seasons of BBC
BBC make cake from CDs, mixtape shit for free
Either way I go 100%, all game
48 minutes, no bench sitting at all man
Y'all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
But we ahead of you
Due to these medical power laws, preserve jars open
Herb and the bars I'm quotin'
And the times I ain't..
On hit pages, I wrote it
For your speakers to smoke it
Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest
In the Mitchell & Ness Marino
See how far back I've been quoted
And they ho suckas
Know that from Spitta they style's stolen
I ain't mad though, I'm glad though
Thought I'd feel a little bit different being a dad, yo
Yeah bro, Wiz smoked out the BET awards
I wrapped up my Jet Life tour
That's why them bitches roll that weed for us
[Hook x2]
We in the party burning up the weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go
When niggas try to tell us, we like "hold up, roll up"
And them bitches ain't coming if they can't party
[Verse 3 - Big Sean]
They wanna roll like me
Cause I'm living life like it's no police
Or I'm overseas
I'm watching no smoking signs, just rolling weed
Cause it's the muthafuckin life when you roll with G's
Boi!
Dissing these bitches, you entertained?
You tell her you love her too
I tell her she's out her brain
I'm on the road to the millies
I started on Penny lane
Now the band wagon is packed
You might could hop on the train..
At the top so now her top all off
Never pay hoes, I only pay cops off
And tell these niggas
They gotta take that disguise off
I'm from Detroit we eat you
Little hoes alive with hot sauce
Fucking bitch!
I might come a little tardy, though
Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke
You niggas rollin up Barley, bro
I'm all-green as the safari's go
You bitches already know
[Hook x2]
We in the party burning up the weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go
When niggas try to tell us, we like "hold up, roll up"
And them bitches ain't coming if they can't party
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