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And I'mma keep rolling up
Put the weed low when the police is rolling up

Fool all I know is go and try to let them haters slow me up
Stashing for my (insert)inbr
They balling when they old enough


[Curren$y]
Yeah, jets ^!$$%

As if I had to say it, spitta
In the middle of every bad (*##$es playlist
I tunes banging from my hotel room

Nothing but beats (*##$
$#&@ it when I die I could sleep (*##$
My momma need a bigger crib so I need this money g

King kong aint got %#@! on me
My face is a coupon
I don't know them but they know me

(*##$es pitch it, like pitchers
But I'm smart not a wild swinger careful at what I'm hitting
Burners in the sofa cushion careful where you sitting

Aint in to nothing crazy keep it for them crazy ^!$$%s
G fizz(inbr) fly holla at wiz, catch the steelers
Smelling like high time at the 50 yard line

Ushers bugging wanna check our tickets

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[Wiz Khalifa]
And um, my ^!$$%s the planes back

Getting full off of dinner but save scraps
Never know when a rainy day may hap-
Pen pictures out of my life and (*##$es I Taylor gang that

Me and spitta, spend a grand at the bar
Buying drinks for my ^!$$%s
Hoes selling they souls just to be with us

On the road with winners, champions
Ride smoking weed to myself the only reason they stress
Because 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 is strong you can't bend
We the planes and all of my ^!$$%s stamped in

Billionaire clothes out in Vegas $#&@ing Millionaire hoes
I'm in the air solo
You know where near close

Went and took the road this youngin here chose
Smoking it by the "O"


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