Bob Marley Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Curren$y & Juicy J)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yessir
D & DMG
We Tripping man (Yeah ooh ooh)

DIV is where you find me at
Higher than the seats on my private jet
Four door Lambo I'm buying that
I'm mad cuz them bitches ain't designed it yet
I'm smoking on loud tell them bitches be quiet
If a nigga keep hating, he gonna make me start a riot
Could've bought a house but I spent it on a ride
And if I get any higher I'm a really start flying
Tell me what you know about that Taylor Gang shit
We be popping champagne just to pour it on our bitches
Leave the club with a girl I ain't never gonna forget
She slob on my knob but she don't spit
Get trippy as I roll out with my niggas out in Dallas
Look at Juicy J, he balling like the Mavericks
Me and all my niggas, and a bunch of automatics
If a nigga roll up on me, I'm a let a nigga have it

[Chorus: Bob Marley]
Come on and stir it up, I would say little darling
Let's stir it up, come on baby (We tripping man)
Come on and stir it up, yeah little darling
Stir it up, woah