T.A.P. Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Juicy J)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Young niggas in this bitch
Trippy-ass niggas in this bitch
Rich icons, motherfucker
Creative motherfuckin' genius
Uh
And I don't give a shit
Straight up, I don't plan on it

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane (Nigga)
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
Roll it up, light it up (Uh), have a puff, let's take a plane

[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 shinin', so much diamonds, all that there come from so much grindin'
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 some 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, dog, but I'm usually rocking the 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, bitch