Lyrics Flowers - Curren$y , Big Sean , Wiz Khalifa
We
in
the
party
burning
up
the
weed
smoke,
weed
smoke
Smell
us
everywhere
that
we
go
(we
go)
When
niggas
try
to
tell
us,
we
like
hold
up
(hol
up)
And
them
bitches
aint
coming
if
they
can't
party
Burning
up
the
weed
smoke
(weed
smoke)
Smell
us
everywhere
that
we
go
(we
go)
When
niggas
try
to
tell
us,
we
like
hold
up
(hol
up)
And
them
bitches
aint
coming
if
they
can't
Keepin'
it
G
and
sticking
to
the
plan
Of
gettin'
rich
and
burying
all
my
money
in
the
dessert
sand
Got
no
stroke
of
luck
I
played
my
hand
(played
my
hand)
Man
I've
been
up
for
hours
fingers
tired
from
rollin'
every
gram
ANd
now
my
cheese
aint
just
American
Cause
I
get
overseas
money
Every
where
I
go
somebody
scream
for
me
Looking
out
the
window,
my
hotel
room
in
Vegas
thinking
How
the
f-ck
could
you
hate
this
Half
of
these
people
aint
real,
niggas
shape
shift
That's
why
I'm
smoking
OG
til
I'm
weightless
Yeah
and
my
homies
are
Taylor
Gang
We
rolling
up
papers
and
yeah
of
course
they
gon
hate
but
f-ck
what
they
say
Cause
we
gon
stay
the
same
Higher
than
hell
flyer
than
Delta
Niggas
try
and
fail,
I
think
it's
time
you
fired
everyone
hired
to
help
ya
Gettin'
all
this
bread,
wanna
know
why
Could
tell
ya,
other
than
that
Yeah,
OG,
got
third
seasons
of
baby?
BC
make
cake
from
CD's,
mixtape
shit
for
free
Either
way
I
go
100%,
all
gang
48
minutes
no
bench
sitting
at
all
man
Y'all
may
have
thought
stoners
would
fall
off
schedule
But
we
ahead
of
you
Due
these
medical
power
laws
preserve
jaws
open
Urb
and?
I'm
quotin'?
All
hit
pages
I
wrote
it
for
your
speakers
to
smoke
it
Now
pan
on
them
lenses
and
focus
on
the
dopest
In
the?
see
how
far
back
I've
been
quoted
And
they
hoe
suckas
know
that
from
Spitta
they
styles
stolen
I
aint
mad
though,
I'm
glad
though
Thought
I'd
feel
a
little
bit
different
being
a
dad
yo
Yeah
bro
Wiz
smoked
out
the
BET
awards
I
wrapped
up
my
Jet
Life
tour
That's
why
them
bitches
roll
that
weed
for
us
They
wanna
roll
like
me
Cause
I'm
living
life
like
it's
no
police
Or
I'm
overseas
I'm
watching
no
smoking
signs
just
rollin'
weed
Cause
it's
the
muthaf-ckin
life
when
you
roll
with
G's
Boi
Dissin'
these
bitches,
you
entertained
You
tell
her
you
love
her
too,
I
tell
her
she's
out
her
brain
I'm
on
the
road
to
the
millies,
I
started
on
Penny
lane
I
got
a
band
wagon
it's
packed,
you
might
wan'
hop
on
a
train
At
the
top
so
now
her
top
all
off
Never
pay
hoes,
I
only
pay
cops
off
And
tell
these
niggas
they
gotta
take
that
disguise
off
I'm
from
Detroit
we
eat
ya
little
hoes
alive
with
hot
sauce
F-cking
bitch
I
might
come
a
little
tardy
though
Fatty
rolled,
Chris
Farley
smoke
You
niggas
rollin
up
barney
bro
I'm
all
green
as
the
safari's
go
You
bitches
already
know
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