Coachella Wiz Khalifa

[Intro: Sample]
Cardo got wings

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, rolling 'em fat, don't roll 'em skinny no more
I'm getting mines, I got plenty of dough
I break it down, I got plenty to smoke
I'm with a dime piece
Stuffing cones
Watching new videos
Watch my digits grow
Now I'm on cause I'm getting low
Spread love, take some weed on the road
Teach my son how to be a boss
Never mind the cost
But never try to spend it if you don't got it
Instead of withdrawals, make deposits
Try to make a profit
Never mind the hate cause where I'm from, we've seen it all
Seen niggas rise, seen niggas fall
Ain't pick up when they get the call
Now they stuck, they look at me different
'Bout my business
Inner circle with winners
Thousand dollar-dinners
Still smelling like bomb-ass weed soon as we enter
Rolling 'em joints, looking like arms when they've been injured
Flying, show 'em, they all get the picture