[Wiz Khalifa] And I´m smokin´ all day Ain´t no weed left in my tray I know that my eyes glazed, I grow so I don´t pay Pick up the pace, up the smoke to the face And you know it´s the bomb, you can tell by the taste I hold them records, my niggas keep blowin´ that smoke in my section
Your parents might hope you don´t go this direction Got hella connections Been a professional, roll up and then I smoke
[Wiz Khalifa] She wanna smoke with a real king, she don´t know how to blow rings These joints ain´t petite, a pound in the week Please don´t get no ash on my seat
This strong not weak, the Cookies store where´s your receipt? I´m hungry, think I need to eat We ride down the street, the smell is unique This kush got me geek, let´s go hit the beach And call up some freaks, they comin´ through, we gon´ smoke
[ Wiz Khalifa] Break out the bag, I´ma give you some love
Roll up a joint, I´ma give you some love Come to my crib, I´ma give you some love Jump to my car, I´ma give you some love Come to the studio, give you some love Come to your spot, I give you some love Come backstage, I give you some love You ever see me, I give you some love We rollin´ up