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[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Rolling up a still, blowing up a still Going hard on my job like I ain't sitting on a mill Now filet mignon come with every meal I swear to God that I'm so high, feel like I'm going up a hill Car marijuana coded Paid 250, 000 for it, still hop in that thing, ride like it's stolen I'm talking vacation out and resorting I made eleven million nigga without any endorsements Took the niggas out I was out on the porch with To Saint Tropes to race them in Audis and Porsches Bentleys and rolls, plenty of smoke Thousands for weed, Vendi's for clothes I remember I couldn't get shit back then when I was broke Now that I'm rich, everything's for the loke So I could give a fuck 'bout what they saying Cause they wasn't with me way back when a nigga was just [Hook: x2] Macking, Hanging Rowland, Getting that paper [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] We living life shit, the bud is never ending Kush God Bob Marley on my pendant Letras de cancionesYou know that low is the life that I'm living Ralph Lauren always keep a nigga spending, word I can't lie, it's the truth, a stack for these joints Five-hundred a pull, double R L I don't do [?] That ain't for me Getting money killing shows in the home of the maple leaf These rap niggas live in a land of make believe Jiminy Cricket ass niggas and cool enough to fool with us Nah, pool tables get played in back, haters play the side door Jet life, taylor gang what you ride for We keeping the ends, competition is slim In case you looking for them niggas, have no fear, we are them Corner the market, getting money, Rolling Stone Young Khalifa, rugby rolls, right [Hook x2] From Letras Mania