red carpet (like a movie)

yea

gettin more scrill

deal or no deal uh

yea

chubby bags

heavy hustle

course the gang

uh

on

and on

and on

and on and

we just drink and smoke until the morning

you're homegirl's texting you

ignoring them

hit the weed

giggle a little

then you get horny

i hit the weed

get on my mission

and then i'm goin' in

knowin damn well they got boyfriends

till they get the front door

asked her which floor i'm on

i'm at the top

polo socks and pajamas on

she smoke chronic

know the lyrics to all my songs

it's like i died and went to heaven

me and all my dogs

thats why we sip champaign till the bottles gone

roll weed on ya take the bitches

i don't follow ya'll

i can never make up this if i wanted to

it's real talk what i'm saying to you

i don't wanna wake up

knowing just one thought of you

got me fallen i can't get up

so will you co-star with me?

cuz my life is like a movie

champaign parties in my hotel

her friends don't even smoke

but they diggin' the smell

ex-boyfriend ringin' ya cell

but every effort to save you's to no avail

nuttin but starter's on my team nigga coach fail

and all we do is get high and watch the dough swim

relatively fly like a meteor or spaceship

party every night

and early morning get wasted

all the way 100 you others niggas are make-shift

roll that rapper weed

you smoke and don't wanna taste it

lets face it

she wanna fly where the planes is

got her testin' out all of my trees

mint-flavors

she? the paper

we stay smokin' that la-la-la

easy rider

joint roller

my 9-5

you can prolly smell it in the car when we ridin' by

more like all the way up

we ain't kinda high

we more than fly

introduce you to the gang members

that's taylor

like blood

no gang members

no names enter

and now you on champaign land

i'm on an island of hard liquor

it be fans

joint lit

and guitar pickers

goin' nowhere for awhile

i got good snickers

now you wanna mingle

heard young single

big face chips baby

stack my pringles

you call it tight

i say well-fit

and we ain't takin' no prisoners

now you jealous

in ya state please make sure the weed great

fresh produce

purple and green crates

groove

crisp bills in my jean pants

telly room prolly doin' the uncle snoop dance

yea