Uh, ayo, ayo, ayy (Roll one) Ayy, play that shit, B Roll one, roll one (When I hear music, it makes me dance You got the music, now is your chance) Foot up in their ass till my feet hurt Young Khalifa, man, A.K.A. Mr. Me First Did it once, doing it again, it's the rebirth Hop up on the 'Rari, droppin' tops on the dirt Niggas think they doing real good, but they need work A hundred bands, you don't want the hands, nigga, these work Tattoos got a thousand, I don't need a shirt Fuck around, put it deep in her, find out she squirt Fucking with a jit, she got two G's on her purse Never sell myself short, had to learn my worth Rolling up a joint, tryna Taylor Gang the whole Earth Broke a whole curse, got rich, now I don't know worse More money, more pounds, nigga, more merch Said we fucked in 2012, I don't know her Tryna come up on some pounds, I'm the grower All my niggas down to ride with me like a chauffeur No police, ain't no lease, I'm the owner Give me brain, end of the week, she gon' go nerd Telling me how my album should be, you got some nerve Told her: If you don't bring a bitch, then it's over It's Kush and OJ, that's what we on As soon as I rolled it, she said it's too strong And I'm knowing that these niggas don't like me Icy diamonds on my chain, on my time piece Don't ask about the bitch, know I might be Hittin' that, probably why he wanna fight me Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up It's Kush and OJ, that's what we on As soon as I rolled it, she said it's too strong When I hear music, it makes me dance You got the music, now is your chance