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Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face Prices going up, down, I ain’t got no problem spending all of my money Tryna see what’s up now, I’mma smoke it all with me and my homies Rolling up ‘cause that’s all that I know Joint in my hand when I walk through the door I get money ‘cause that’s all that I know My niggas on point, haters already know I, I found out that it’s all that I know Tryna get high while I’m already stoned Yeah, bomb weed and its all that I know Feeling like a boss ‘cause it’s already rolled up Go hard ‘cause that’s all that I know Get a little money then I throw it on the floor Girl, champagne I’mma pour a little more We can smoke cones ‘til four in the morning I roll up, I told ‘em roll up, finna K-K, fuck nigga hold up A millionaire and it’s all that I know Probably with your girl getting blown Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face Prices going up, down, I ain’t got no problem spending all of my money Letras de cancionesTryna see what’s up now, I’mma smoke it all with me and my homies Bring it back, bring it back, gold ropes and them leather on my coat rack Four stacks, these dudes hold no pack, throwback Jerry Rice running gold hat, hold that, I ain’t even roll that Smoke fat on the corner where the blow at OG from the city, where the skull at? Broke boys, [?], got that ho back Blow big I’m world-wide touring I’mma sack got you drop your pack off on foreign New foreign, new foreign, [?] champagne pouring Get it, gon’ get it girl, bitch that I used to roll with cold business Out of town it go up down, we celebrating when it touch down Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face Prices going up, down, I ain’t got no problem spending all of my money Tryna see what’s up now, I’mma smoke it all with me and my homies I roll ‘em thicker than a Snicker Girl drink this liquor I got game from the bishop Bust that thing down for whistling From Letras Mania