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[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah nigga This them weed raps y'all was talking about Aye, turn my headphones up I'm talking straight shit I got money now motherfucker I had money then but this real money bitch Hahahah, ohh [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] King size papers, king size bed Niggas blow money but I'd rather keep mine instead Roll something nigga, blow something Say you're ballin out of control, let a nigga hold something Especially if you got it and he don't put his niggas on Tell me what's the sense of even having it fo' Cause when you're broke, you'll have everything to gain When you lose it all, let you inhale out the vape Do it for the taste Usually I roll one up to pass around but now I'm smokin' to the face Cause chiefing with niggas is such a waste Unless they my niggas And nine times out of ten, they got their own pound with them Own pack of papers and filters, something to grind We be smoking them things like six at a time, five in the air Four breakin' down, three in my head, two on my mind, nigga [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] One rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled One rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than [Verse 2: Curren$y] A bit of a pothead, it has been said I keep one rolled up like LL's pantlegs Full of life in this bitch, though I may seem half-dead Trust me, I'm cool, I just ain't talking to you And them checks coming through as just as I predicted Got a bigger portion cause the Jets eating off bigger dishes now Ain't I the biggest fish up in this pond? Since life's a bitch, tell her roll my shit up huh Secret compartment in my car, James Bond Though I'm James Bong, nigga bread long And my name known in e'ry home household Caught them pussies slippin' tryna squeeze in the mouse hole That cheese is not yours, 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, wait time, so I ain't wasting mine More grass, more green, more grind Nigga I keep [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] One rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled One rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than [Verse 3: Big Sean] And these bitch ass niggas Fuck around, might have to bitch-smack me a nigga Roll around with a bunch of get-rich ass niggas Who the man? You ain't even gotta ask these niggas I'mma fuck around and take these niggas' last three pictures Man these bitches breaking they neck just to pass weed with us We roll, get high, get drunk, more shots, reload Too high, he knows, three more, C4, we blow Bitch, how could you be so fine? Shake that ass, she so mine Taking more double shots than free throw lines I might hit like three, four times They say "What the fuck is you on?" Fuck if I'm right Fuck it, I'm on, you fucking at home Watching my ass, mad that I'm on On my way to the top, and I'm coming along with one rolled [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] One rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled One rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than