King size papers, king size bed N****s blow money but I'd rather keep mine instead Roll something n***a, blow something Say you're ballin' out of control Let a n***a hold something Specially if you got in, and he don't put his n****s on Tell me what's the sense in even having it for? Cause when you're broke, you'll have everything to gain When you lose it all... Let you inhale out the vap' Do it for the taste Usually I roll one up, then pass around But now I smoke it to the face Cause chiefing with n****s is such a waste Unless they my n****s, and 9 out of 10 times They got their own pound with 'em Own pack of papers and filters, on the ground We be smoking them things like 6 at a time 5 in the L, 4 breakin' down 3 in my head, 2 on my mind, n***a
[Hook:] One rolled, one rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than one rolled... One rolled, one rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than one rolled...
[Verse 2: Curren$y] A bit of a pothead It has been said I keep one rolled up Like ll's pants legs Full of life in this b***h, though I may seem half-dead Trust me, I'm cool I just ain't talking to you And them Jet's coming through It's just as I predicted Got a bigger portion Cause the Jet's eating off bigger dishes now... Ain't that the biggest fish up in this pond? Since life's a b***h, tell her roll my s**t up, huh? Secret compartment in my car, James Bond Though I'm James ball n***a bread long And my name known known in e'ry home household Caught them pussies slippin' tryna squeeze In the mouse, ho. That cheese is "nachos" You are not chose by the Gods To live as we do, so play your role in the movie Ain't no pause, no rewind For no man, waste time So I ain't wasting mine More grass, more green, more grind, n***a I keep:
[Verse 3: Big Sean] And these b***h a** n****s F-ck around, I'ma have to b***h-smack me a n***a (These niggas) Roll around with a bunch of get-rich a** n****s Who the man? You ain't even gotta ask these n****s I'mma f-ck around and take these last 3 pictures Man, these b*****s breakin' their neck Just to pass weed with us We both get high, get drunk, more shots, reload Too high, we know, 3 more, Tevo, we blow B***h, how could you be so fine? Shake that a**, she's so mine Taking more double shots than free throw lines I'm might hit like 3-4 times They say "what the f-ck is you on?" F-ck if I'm right F-ck it, I'm on, you f-cking at home Watching my a**, bet that I'm on My way to the top, and I'm commin'along wit':