[Hook:]
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let’s take a plane [4x]

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Nothin but gin in my trippy cup, pouring more, I can’t get enough
Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff, I break it down and it lifts me up

So much weed up in my lungs, I’m in the air, I’m somewhere flyin
In your town I cop me a pound, show me one and I’ll roll one
All my niggas straight drug addicts cause it takes one for you to know one
Bake somethin and never hold none, young niggas with some old lungs
Catch me out at your college campus, weed rolled with a cold one
Outside with my new car, my Chally parked by my old one
Got a couple of rollies dawg, but I’m usually rocking a gold one
Catching flight on them private planes, Ferrari doors I close ‘em
Don’t talk a mil, you ain’t sold one, don’t talk a pound, you ain’t smoked one

[Hook:]
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let’s take a plane [4x]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Smokin and sippin while watching hoes strippin
Poppin and rollin, I’m chieffin this pope
Gun by my side with the pistol and chopper
Got from my bitch and she get from her mama
Talking like this, I’ll be walking like this
Sold a few hoes and I bought a new b!tch
Taylor Gang niggas the number one chieffas
Smokin on ?? louder than speakers
Mix with the hash, dip in the lean blue dream, I’m a f-cking fiend
Standing on a ?? getting smoked out with them niggas from supreme
Trippy sticks bomb rich blunt, b!tch I’m down to do whatever
She wanna f-ck her ?? man Juicy J gon’ f-ck it later
For a stronger strand I’m spending bands, this ain’t no ??
When this bout to get us high, ain’t nothin you can tell me
Xanax bars, beans and syrup, that’s my trippy kit
I’m like a pimp in the club working your bitch

[Hook:]
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let’s take a plane [4x]

                          Thanks to Andy for correcting these lyrics