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Shawty, roll up, I'm a smoker We will fly high, they below us Bitch, I'm running on the road to the money bus My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs My boys roll up, rollin' honey buns I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus More cash, more stacks and there's more for us Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us I got bands in my Louis bags, bags under my eyes Lean up in the club, I'm smokin' wind and gettin' fried Fuck-fuck-fuck these other guys, I'ma do this till I die I need a new ring, and I need another pill Still in Yoshi City, rollin'-rollin' down a hill I need a new high, and I need a new life I need a hunna' million roses on me when I die Shawty, roll up, I'm a smoker We will fly high, they below us Bitch, I'm running on the road to the money bus My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs My boys roll up, rollin' honey buns I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus More cash, more stacks and there's more for us Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us (For us, for us) (More stacks) (For us) Shawty, roll up, I'm a smoker We will fly high, they below us Bitch, I'm running on the road to the money bus My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs My boys roll up, rollin' honey buns I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus More cash, more stacks and there's more for us Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us (For us, for us) (More stacks) (For us)