{Intro)
Her bag straight up out of Paris
Bud straight up out of Cali
She judge my spending habits
But she don’t know a thing about me
Hermes bags and Louis V
I know that she fuck with me
One night and she in love with me
Smoke up after Hennessey
[Chorus}
Roll up, roll up
Smoke up, smoke up
Coppin pounds, no dubs
Tito got me with the bud
Another bitch hit me up
She told me that she in love
Imma need another blunt
Zip smellin like a skunk
{Verse}
AK got me leanin
Blue Dreams got a nigga sleepin
Cali Kush got me feenin
Eyes feelin like they bleedin
Hit the re-up on the weekend
They don’t spend bands like we can
Rich bitch wanna fuck with the squad
She love the weed, now she freakin
Coppin Banjo out the bando
She wanna fuck, but she a fan though
Ops at knockin at the door
Get the dub sacks off the mantle
Backwood wrappers on the floor of the whip
Fuckin with another Florida bitch
She came to see the squad, she heard we was lit
You only staying if you sucking this dick
Tito not moving unless it’s a zip
Cognac and Cabernet, takin a sip
Caught the come up on a bag so we flip it
Fuck with a bad bitch I know she religious
Fuck with the squad and she gonna be sinnin
We on the 4th wood and you know we not finished
Coat with the fur on, the drip lookin vintage
She work for the bag, now she peekin my interest
[Chorus}
Roll up, roll up
Smoke up, smoke up
Coppin pounds, no dubs
Tito got me with the bud
Another bitch hit me up
She told me that she in love
Imma need another blunt
Zip smellin like a skunk
{Verse: Deja}
All my bitches get smoked up
I don't dance baby I post up
High stakes like poker
But I leave the games to the jokers
Real recognize real
They ain't even in focus
Don't take this the wrong way
Roll up
You talk too much
Roll
Audi all around tints
Roll up
Hot box full of piff
Photo shoot with your bitch
Dressed fresher than mints
Hold hold up
You talk too much
Said I smoke too much
But that's you rolling up, yeah