| [Wiz Khalifa] Thousand pounds of weed Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed Them hoes don't use they feet no more, they break down to their knees And suck me like a king Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring Uh, roll some, that's your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something You niggas smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my phone Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never home Ever leave me round your bitch I'mma get her stoned And you know that, I rock camos and throwbacks And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at Fucking high, and you down there where them lows at Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll that [Chorus:] I got a whole lot of OG, and I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows me Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party [Chevy Woods] Quarter pound of that sour, that's four days on tour Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor Every state we score, fill those papers they be raw Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I ain't writing on the chalkboard And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I'm cool Them niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool We give 5 j's ... |
