Paroles Maan Wiz Khalifa

Maan

I smoked the whole damn pound
I'mma need another one, 'nother one
Eyes closed, I won't come down
Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts

Nigga, I don't just be sharing weed
A nig got pounds to burn, that's apparent
Just cause you up in this bitch
Don't mean you gonna hit it, shit
You better roll somethin'
Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin'
Tryna O-D on T-H-C
Nigga, fuck around, get young Khalifa pound
Smoke the whole thing up in a week
Roll a joint, put a worm around the motherfucker, smoke it to the 5th
Aw shit!
Nigga just got some K-K in and he say he on the way
Big Pete told me Church get money on 'em every single day
So, I want everything, every room, every plane, every place

We mobbin'
Nigga we mobbin'
We mobbin'
Nigga we mobbin'
Mob

Know every place that we go
They saw that we can't smoke
But we do anyway cause real G's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up, then turn up some more
When they say put it out, it's too loud, we burn up some more
Then we keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'

Nigga, keep goin'
Keep the K-K blowin'
Snakes in the grass - keep mowin'
Ass so fat, look swollen
Another city, state, got a show in
Another airport gotta go in
Reason why you wait, I'm knowin'
Niggas got too much hoein'
I keep rollin' up
Driving a brand new car, like the motherfucker stole it
They don't understand what I'm doin'
Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams what I'm rollin'
Been through New York, and London, and Paris, and back
South by Southwest, only nigga smokin' on pack
Rollin' up bats
Go and get a bong, get a match
Everybody get along, get attached
Song a song, get a bitch
What they say? Every dog need a cat
Potheads need a joint to relax
She [?] full of wax
[?]
[?] cold joints [?]
No sticks, no seeds in the bag
Got reason to brag
In the front, ya'll B's in the back
Pair of Chucks, ripped jeans is the swag
Lil Bitch

We mobbin'
Nigga we mobbin'
We mobbin'
Nigga we mobbin'
Mob

Know every place that we go
They saw that we can't smoke
But we do anyway cause real G's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up, then turn up some more
When they say put it out, it's too loud, we burn up some more
Then we keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'

I suggest you roll another
Aight, light it up