[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, play me something aight
I don't want no, um, no
Oh-oh-ohh, ohh
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
We in the party burning up that weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go
When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
And them bitches ain't coming if they can't
We in the party burning up that weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go
When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
And them bitches ain't coming if they can't
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Keeping it G and sticking to the plan
Of getting rich and burying all my money in the desert sand
Wasn't no stroke of luck, I played my hand
Man I’ve been up here for hours, fingers tired from rolling every gram
And now my cheese ain't just American, cause I get overseas money
Everywhere I go, somebody scream for me
Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas
Thinking, "How the fuck could you hate this?"
Half of these people ain't real niggas shapeshift
Thats why I’m smoking O.G. til I’m weightless, yeah
And my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate
But fuck what they say cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell, flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail, think it's time you fired everyone hired to help ya
Getting all this bread, wanna know why, I could tell ya
Other than that, yeah
Yeah, play me something aight
I don't want no, um, no
Oh-oh-ohh, ohh
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
We in the party burning up that weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go
When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
And them bitches ain't coming if they can't
We in the party burning up that weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go
When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
And them bitches ain't coming if they can't
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Keeping it G and sticking to the plan
Of getting rich and burying all my money in the desert sand
Wasn't no stroke of luck, I played my hand
Man I’ve been up here for hours, fingers tired from rolling every gram
And now my cheese ain't just American, cause I get overseas money
Everywhere I go, somebody scream for me
Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas
Thinking, "How the fuck could you hate this?"
Half of these people ain't real niggas shapeshift
Thats why I’m smoking O.G. til I’m weightless, yeah
And my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate
But fuck what they say cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell, flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail, think it's time you fired everyone hired to help ya
Getting all this bread, wanna know why, I could tell ya
Other than that, yeah
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