Yeah, nigga
This them weed raps I was talkin′ about
Ay, turn my headphones up
I'm talking straight shit
I got money now motherfucker
I had money then but this real money bitch

Oh, 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 have everything to gain
When you lose it all, let you inhale half the vape

Do it for the taste
Usually I roll one up to pass it around
But now I smoke it to the face
Cuz chiefing with niggas is such a waste
Unless they my niggas, and 9 times out of 10
They got their own pound with them
Own pack of papers and filters, something to grind
We be smoking them things like 6 at a time
5 in the L, 4 breakin′ down
3 in my head, 2 in my mind, nigga

One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I need more than one rolled.
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled

A bit of a pothead, it has been said
I keep one rolled up like LL's pantsleg
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
Is just as I predicted
They 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 Bond, 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 "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, wasting time
So I ain′t wasting mine
More grass, more green, more grind, nigga I keep

One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I need more than one rolled
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled

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′ma fuck around and take these niggas' last 3 pictures
Man, these bitches breaking their neck
Just to pass weed with us
We roll, get high, get drunk, more shots, reload
Too high, he knows, 3 more, C4, we blow

Bitch, how could you be so fine?
Shake that ass, she′s so mine
Taking more double shots than free throw lines
I might hit like 3-4 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, bet that I′m on
On my way to the top, and I′m coming along with

One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com