Weed Brownies
Big Sean, Curren$y, Wiz Khalifa
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Is this the top? The top of the world? Top floor, there's weed in the ashtray It's top-shelf, cap! Riding in my Challenger, faded off this weed brownie Turning down the music 'Cause the weed is loud enough already Niggas ask about my pay, I say I keep it steady Gripping on the wheel spending money like a politician Tipping on a bill, it's going down Like this bitch was sitting on the hill I keep my girlfriend in them expensive sort of heels And furs and shit Eat champagne and lobster 'cause I fucking deserve this shit Cap! Niggas say I've got an old soul Well, I tell them that I'm here muthafucka And I made it cause my flow cold I'ma roll some of this weed, I'ma pass it to you And we gon' be so gone Homie, I got papers and vaporizers Flavors to stabilize ya Thoroughly-baked cake, can't say a thing with my eyes shut They say they do, they do But they don't know, don't know Who we are, who we are Superstars Uh, I'm out of here, stratosphere Paper hella-straight, nappy hair Bitches seem not to care that you was even there When we pulled up lit like Times Square When we pulled up lit like road flares When we pulled off, them hoes disappeared Because they know what we be doing over here She just wanna be high in her underwear With her iPhone plugged in the wall, power outlet Stepping out the shower, threw her a shirt to towel off with One of the two qualities I want in a bitch 'Cause baby girl fuckin' with me is some major shit Fair warning: I gotta wake up to a BJ every morning And a J while I'm yawning, darling I got papers and vaporizers, flavors To stabilize ya, I'm a fully baked potato Spending my cheddar and chives.. They say they do, they do But they don't know, don't know Who we are, who we are Superstars I'm dedicated, hella-faded, high as hell, I'm levitating I'm rolling up, f*ck a wheelchair Ironically, my shit's medicated Your eyes closed cause you asleep My eyes closed cause I'm meditating I gotta go make reservations at a real nigga's destination Two girls in the tub, that's luxury You disagree? That's fuckery Saying "f*ck you" cause you can't f*ck with me I need my dick sucked, but I'm sucka-free You are who it sucks to be I'm accompanied, by Finally Famous Over Everything, that's my company You already know, nigga Collect the money like it's old, nigga And I'ma blow it like it's rolled, nigga And I be stuntin' til I'm old, nigga Weed, money and hoes, what a hell of a night! F*ck you mean? This is everyday life She in the mirror making sure that she wearing it right It's apparent she present where I'm appearing tonight They say they do, they do But they don't know, don't know Who we are, who we are Superstars
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Written by: Cameron Thomaz, Shante Franklin, Sean Anderson
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