[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]
 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

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[Verse 2: Curren$y]
 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

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[Verse 3: Big Sean]
 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

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			     Thanks to adrina