[Chorus]

We in the party burning up the weed smoke, weed smoke

Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)

When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)

And them bitches aint coming if they cant party

Burning up the weed smoke (weed smoke)

Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)

When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)

And them bitches aint coming if they cant



[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]

Keepin’ it G and sticking to the plan

Of gettin’ rich and burying all my money in the dessert sand

Got no stroke of luck I played my hand (played my hand)

Man I’ve been up for hours fingers tired from rollin’ every gram

ANd now my cheese aint just American

Cause I get overseas money

Every where I go somebody scream for me

Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas thinking

How the f-ck could you hate this

Half of these people aint real, niggas shape shift

Thats why I’m smoking OG til I’m weightless

Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang

We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate but f-ck what they say

Cause we gon stay the same

Higher than hell flyer than Delta

Niggas try and fail, I think its time you fired everyone hired to help ya

Gettin’ all this bread, wanna know why

Could tell ya, other than that



[Chorus]



[Curren$y - Verse 2]

Yeah, OG, got third seasons of baby?

BC make cake from CD’s, mixtape shit for free

Either way I go 100%, all gang

48 minutes no bench sitting at all man

Y’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule

But we ahead of you

Due these medical power laws preserve jaws open

Urb and ? I’m quotin’ ?

All hit pages I wrote it for your speakers to smoke it

Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest

In the ? see how far back I’ve been quoted

And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen

I aint 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

Thats why them bitches roll that weed for us



[Chorus]



[Big Sean - Verse 3]

They wanna roll like me

Cause I’m living life like its no police

Or I’m overseas

I’m watching no smoking signs just rollin’ weed

Cause it’s the muthaf-ckin life when you roll with G’s

Boi



Dissin’ 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

I got a band wagon it’s packed, you might wan’ hop on a 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 ya little hoes alive with hot sauce

F-cking bitch

I might come a little tardy though

Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke

You niggas rollin up barney bro

I’m all green as the safari’s go

You bitches already know



[Chorus]



I did my best with the lyrics but my brain isn’t working today. I need your help to tidy up them up.