WIZ KHALIFA - Flowers Ft. Curren$y and Big Sean Lyrics
[Chorus]
We in the party burning up the weed smoke, weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant party
burning up the weed smoke (weed smoke)
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
KeepinÂ’ it G and sticking to the plan
Of gettinÂ’ rich and burying all my money in the dessert sand
Got no stroke of luck I played my hand (played my hand)
Man IÂ’ve been up for hours fingers tired from rollinÂ’ every gram
ANd now my cheese aint just American
Cause I get overseas money
Every where I go somebody scream for me
Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas thinking
How the f-ck could you hate this
Half of these people aint real, niggas shape shift
Thats why IÂ’m smoking OG til IÂ’m weightless
Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate but f-ck what they say
Cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail, I think its time you fired everyone hired to help ya
GettinÂ’ all this bread, wanna know why
Could tell ya, other than that
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah, OG, got third seasons of baby?
BC make cake from CDÂ’s, mixtape shit for free
Either way I go 100%, all gang
48 minutes no bench sitting at all man
YÂ’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
But we ahead of you
Due these medical power laws preserve jaws open
Urb and ... IÂ’m quotinÂ’ ...
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 IÂ’ve been quoted
And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen
I aint mad though, IÂ’m glad though
Thought IÂ’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]
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
They wanna roll like me
Cause IÂ’m living life like its no police
Or IÂ’m overseas
IÂ’m watching no smoking signs just rollinÂ’ weed
Cause itÂ’s the muthaf-ckin life when you roll with GÂ’s
Boi
DissinÂ’ these bitches, you entertained
You tell her you love her too, I tell her sheÂ’s out her brain
IÂ’m on the road to the millies, I started on Penny lane
I got a band wagon itÂ’s packed, you might wanÂ’ 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
IÂ’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
IÂ’m all green as the safariÂ’s go
You bitches already know
[Chorus]
Thanks to adrina
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
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
KeepinÂ’ it G and sticking to the plan
Of gettinÂ’ rich and burying all my money in the dessert sand
Got no stroke of luck I played my hand (played my hand)
Man IÂ’ve been up for hours fingers tired from rollinÂ’ 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 IÂ’m smoking OG til IÂ’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
GettinÂ’ all this bread, wanna know why
Could tell ya, other than that
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah, OG, got third seasons of baby?
BC make cake from CDÂ’s, mixtape shit for free
Either way I go 100%, all gang
48 minutes no bench sitting at all man
YÂ’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
But we ahead of you
Due these medical power laws preserve jaws open
Urb and ... IÂ’m quotinÂ’ ...
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 IÂ’ve been quoted
And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen
I aint mad though, IÂ’m glad though
Thought IÂ’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]
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
They wanna roll like me
Cause IÂ’m living life like its no police
Or IÂ’m overseas
IÂ’m watching no smoking signs just rollinÂ’ weed
Cause itÂ’s the muthaf-ckin life when you roll with GÂ’s
Boi
DissinÂ’ these bitches, you entertained
You tell her you love her too, I tell her sheÂ’s out her brain
IÂ’m on the road to the millies, I started on Penny lane
I got a band wagon itÂ’s packed, you might wanÂ’ 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
IÂ’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
IÂ’m all green as the safariÂ’s go
You bitches already know
[Chorus]
Thanks to adrina