CURREN$Y - Rollin Up

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And I'mma keep rolling up

Put the weed low when the police is rolling up

Fool all I know is go and try to let them haters slow me up

Stashing for my (insert)?

They balling when they old enough


Yeah, jets nigga

As if I had to say it, spitta

In the middle of every bad Bitches playlist

I tunes banging from my hotel room

Nothing but beats bitch

Fuck it when I die I could sleep Bitch

My momma need a bigger crib so I need this money g

King kong aint got shit on me

My face is a coupon

I don't know them but they know me

Bitches pitch it, like pitchers

But I'm smart not a wild swinger careful at what I'm hitting

Burners in the sofa cushion careful where you sitting

Aint in to nothing crazy keep it for them crazy niggas

G fizz(?) fly holla at wiz, catch the steelers

Smelling like high time at the 50 yard line

Ushers bugging wanna check our tickets


<i>[Wiz Khalifa]</i>

And um, my niggas the planes back

Getting full off of dinner but save scraps

Never know when a rainy day may hap-

Pen pictures out of my life and Bitches I Taylor gang that

Me and spitta, spend a grand at the bar

Buying drinks for my niggas

Hoes selling they souls just to be with us

On the road with winners, champions

Ride smoking weed to myself the only reason they stress

Because I'm on the level you can't be in

And I flick the middle finger to fake friends

We live like when the loyalty is strong you can't bend

We the planes and all of my niggas stamped in

Billionaire clothes out in Vegas fucking Millionaire hoes

I'm in the air solo

You know where near close

Went and took the road this youngin here chose

Smoking it by the "O"


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<i>[Thanks to Tucker T-Money Ebersole for these lyrics]</i>

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