(Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y)




[Hook]
Ridin, smokin preme

Ridin, smokin preme
Ridin, smokin preme
We're legends in the making

Ridin, smokin preme
Ridin, smokin preme
Ridin, smokin preme

We're legends in the making
And we roll up that dower
Mo money, mo power

And we roll up that dower
Legends in the making
And we roll up that dower

Mo money, mo power
And we roll up that dower
Legends in the making


[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Young Khalifa, where the young Khalifa

When in every car I'm smoking weed
Up in it, I don't know what type of %#@! you on
I need at least a zip

Didn't you hear, I say the cars I own are never leased a whip
Leather jacket, ^!$$% muscle cars on that greasy %#@!
And my bandana tied, I play to ride

Live a movie so make sure the camera right
And I'm pullin up and hoppin out a mess of %#@! that young ^!$$%s ain't supposed to get
You know I'm rich

Uh!
^!$$% my whole squad getting it
Practically live on the road

Doing 100 when I'm in this (*##$
You know ^!$$%s kinda slow
A raw paper and some bomb weed

That lil ^!$$%'s tryna clone me
And labels tryin to make the own me
But I'm the only one and only


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Kush god, keep it rollin' like the brakes broken
That's a little gram, little man that ain't smoking

We move this %#@!, movie %#@!, I'm in motion
George Kush, second term and I'm still loaded
Yo (*##$ on me, all over my [?]

I'm in the bay, smoking on King Henry
On that YO, retro haze but SP
I don't search for trees, I am OG

Lil ^!$$% your lungs ain't strong enough to high box regard
You ain't got no ones and you mouthin off
^!$$% knock it off, you ^!$$%s is through

Run we goin down, that's how much we gon do
But not so much rugby, you have to start my own dude
Big face Rollie, and my mob stay smooth

$#&@in (*##$es, now I'm lookin like a ^!$$% like you
I'm from Harlem


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Curren$y]

Homes where you get that weed from
Please don't roll another one
I don't even think that's trees son

Bull%#@!, all this to show you something
Motor running, tank on F
High octain, high off the best strain

I write with my left brain
Haters face get tight when it's set game
And them hoes know the business

Ball tight game for the ones they missin
No book, boy we handle (*##$es
^!$$% I rap clothes off yo women
Clothes I smoke, we're all in one city
Gold and chrome, 13 inches

Bikes on the dashboard, 16 switches
Car full of fumes, smoking that fuel
Exxon on in the ashtray of my coupe
Send a ho smellin like Chevron theme
You more than whip, expectin you to

Double my money, double the crew
Triple what we smoked yesterday
Then it's 4-20, 24/7
Spitter Andretti, Ferraris and Chevys


[Hook]