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