Maan

[Produced by Nez & Rio] [Intro] Is it recording? Love is life, and life is living Fuckin' awesome, yeah! Hahaha I smoked the whole damn pound I'm a need another one, 'nother one Eyes closed, I won't come down Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts [Verse 1] Nigga, I don't just be sharing weed A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent Just cause you up in this bitch Don't mean you gon' hit this shit You better roll somethin' Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin' Tryna O.D. on THC Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound Smoke the whole thing up in the week Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherfucker Smoke it to the face Ohh shit, nigga just got some KK and he said he on the way Big P 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', shit! Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin' [Chorus] Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo' When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo' Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling [Verse 2] Nigga keep going, keep the KK blowin Snakes in the grass keep mowin' Ass so fat, look swollen Another city, state gotta show in Another airport gotta go in Reason why you hate, I'm knowin Niggas got too much hoein' I keep rollin' up Drivin' a brand new car like that motherfucker stolen They don't understand what I'm doin' Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when I'm rollin' Been through New York and London and Paris and back South By Southwest only niggas smokin' on pack Rollin' up bats Go on, get a bong, get a match Everybody get along, get attached Get a song, get a biatch What he say, every dog need a cat Potheads need a joint to relax G pen full of wax 10 Rolled cone joints, really fast No sticks, no seeds in the bag Got reason to brag In the front, y'all b's in the back Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag Little bitch, we mobbin' Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit! Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin' [Chorus] Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo' When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo' Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling