She might overdose

I don't need no boss

But your boy is so wet, I don't need no boat

Presidential, I don't need no vote

We get drunk, talk shit and we breath on dope

Salute!

This is for the cats on the root

That are watching our back, while the bag is en route

If you see the blue lights, don't worry 'bout none

If you pull you out the car

Please remember some

You don't speak to the police

If you don't pay a tax and he won't eat

Got a cold mouth piece, no gold teeth

Blowing bags in our Maybach in 03

Trust me, the money got me dizzy as hell

I turn the music up loud, when I'm in the Chevelle

She like to play my games, but I put it through hell

Open up the bag with the beautiful smell

All the players love Burn cuz' I'm doing my thang

I'm runnin' the game, I just flooded my chain

Yeah, welcome to the Plaza

Half a mil' stuffed at the door,

Let's roll one, get fucked up

And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya

Let's roll one, get fucked up

And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya

I'm fresh off the mothafuckin' piece of good pussy

Now with my nephew, blowing on some cookies

Intergalactic, the skies are fresh air

Taking out the plastic now, light it and pass it

Portable, affordable, elegant

See, my shit's the bomb but it's executive

I say my, spray my, playtime

And bust on yo' bitch in the daytime

I cough from the streets to the sweets

Dawg, you can go to jail

Mothafuck the police!

See, I ain't never gave a fuck about the law

I smoke

Let's roll one, get fucked up

And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya

Let's roll one, get fucked up

And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya

I'm chillin in

, champaigne in my cup

Celebratin' life, filled another armored truck

The breeze feel better in an old-school classic

Versace

shoes and I'm brown bag addict

I'm 36 so I had to grab the

My crib got bigger,

Cutthroat but the weed make me smile

Open up the spot, they line up single

From Dubai to LA, back to the Burj

All the dirt boys hollow, want it back from the Bern

My Maibach look like

Welcome to the Plaza, it's the king of marijuana

Let's roll one, get fucked up (Roll it up)

And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya

See, if you ain't smokin', you gotta go

Let's roll one, get fucked up (Put it in the air)

And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya

Whacha waitin' for

That's that shit, big joint rolled with a bad bitch

Fuck more hoes than your average

Nigga that ain't come from privileges

I lit and shit

I might look innocent

But I take a bitch and her friends to my hotel

Let 'em smoke wax, let a real nigga hit

She ain't goin' back

Yeah I'm all that

Fuck ones never call back

Good weed, where the bum at

Bring the car, bring the smoke

Get the room and them bitches ready to go

Let's do this on the low, with no social media

I fuck you good

Start to slow down, I beat it up

Roll up the trees, fold up the cheese

Kick my 6'4 clean, with the ho on her knees

Pair of Vans on with some white jeans

Talkin' 'bout them niggas gettin' rich where we might be

Bitches like me but these niggas don't

I ain't worried 'cuz I'm all about my figures, dawg

And I'm sinkin' low

Let's roll one, get fucked up

And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya

Let's roll one, get fucked up

And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya

Blaze up!

Yeah, and in fact I smoke yours, nigga

I'm tired of smokin' mine

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

You funky bitch, you