Rollin Up

[Intro: Curren$y]

Jets, nigga, now where haven’t we been yet

(They look up to the Jets, nigga)

Jets nigga, now where haven’t we been yet

(They look up to the Jets, nigga yuh)

Jets nigga, now where haven’t we, yeh

[Refrain: Curren$y]

And I'ma keep rollin' up

Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up

Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up

Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah

And I'ma keep rollin' up

Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up

Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up

Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Yeah Jets, nigga, as if I had to say it

Spitta in the middle every bad bitches playlist

ITunes bangin' from my hotel room, nothin but beats, bitch

Fuck it when I die, I can sleep, bitch

My momma need a bigger crib so I need this money, Jake

King Kong ain't got shit on me

My face is a coupon, I don't know them but they know me

Bitches pitch it, like pitchers

But I'm smart, not a wild swinger, careful what I'm hittin'

Burners in the sofa cushion, careful where you sittin'

Ain't into nothin' crazy, keep it for them crazy niggas

G-Fizz fly, holla at Wiz, catch the Steelers

Smellin' like High Times at the fifty-yard line

Ushers bugging, wanna check our tickets

[Refrain: Curren$y]

And I'ma keep rollin' up

Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up

Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up

Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah

And I'ma keep rollin' up

Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up

Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up

Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

And um, my nigga, the planes back

Gettin' full off of dinner, but save scraps

Never know when a rainy day may hap—

-Pen pictures out of my life and bitches

I Taylor gang that, me and Spitta

Spend a grand at the bar, buyin' drinks for my niggas

Hoes sellin' they soul just to be with us

On the road with winners, champions

Ridin', smokin' weed to myself, the only reason they stress

'Cause I'm on the level you can't be in

And I flick the middle finger to fake friends

We live like when the loyalty's strong, you can't bend

We the planes, and all of my niggas stamped in, billionaire clothes

Out in Vegas fucking millionaire hoes

I'm in the air solo, you nowhere near close

Wouldn’t have took the road this young'un here chose

Smokin' it by the O, oh

[Refrain: Curren$y]

And I'ma keep rollin' up

Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up

Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up

Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah

And I'ma keep rollin' up

Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up

Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up

Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah