Rick Ross Verse 1] The minute I wake up I gotta get high The homies we found us a way to get by Lets call us some b-tches and have a good time A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by Quick piece of p-ssy call it a drive by I'ma slide by sippin on that high life And my slippers jack triple where my five light As a all-star I made so many highlights Touchdown field goal this my night She the wild type ready for the wild night Are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type I hope you are 'cause that mean a player all right Smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white Tryna to land a plane baby are you really gain Back to the future me and Wiz got this thing sayin'
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa] I stay high while ya'll stay low Tryna tell me 'bout the smell I know But I stay red form all that smoke The weeds with me everywhere I go And ya'll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh And ya'll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh And ya'll can roll,
[Rick Ross Verse 2] I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray Dickin her down for the few past days She asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer? Shawty green as the reefer even the grinder F-ckin like it's a porn in my recliner Lookin straight in the eyes, they show vagina She's a lair but damn she does it well We on fire imagine what it'll sell All my homies are people that I admire Small click of real n-ggas smokin that fire Holdin' my dick until the day that I expire We and Wiz in the benz gettin' higher
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[Rick Ross - Verse 3] I'm in the right pair of Nike Airs From gravel to marble I travel light years I'm like chyea Ima chill right chea Like the Mack 11 on me n-gga no fear Skateboard aboard to PanAmerica I make more abroad than in America Waitin' for the day Bob rose from the dead In HD as I take an ounce to the head