Curren$y - Flowers lyrics

[Hook] We in the party, burning up the weed smoke Smell us everywhere that we go When n***as try to tell us We like hold up, roll up And them b**hes ain't coming if they can't party [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Keeping it G and sticking to the plan Of getting rich and burying all my money in the desert sand Wasn't no stroke of luck, I played my hand Man I've been up here for hours, fingers tired from rolling every gram And now my cheese ain't just American Cause I get overseas money Everywhere I go, somebody scream for me Looking out the window My hotel room in Vegas thinking How the f** could you hate this Half of these people ain't real n***as shapeshift Thats why I'm smoking O.G. til I'm weightless Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang We rolling up papers and yeah Of course they gon hate but f** what they say Cause we gon stay the same Higher than hell, flyer than Delta n***as try and fail I think it's time you fired everyone hired to help you Getting all this bread, wanna know why Could tell you, other than that [Hook] [Verse 2: Curren$y] Yeah OG got first seasons of big BBC Make cake from CDs, mixtape sh** for free Either way I go one hundred percent, all game Forty eight minutes, no bench sitting at all man Y'all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule But we ahead of you due to these medical power laws Preserve jars open Herb in the bars I'm quoting And the times I ain't On hemp pages, I wrote it For your speakers to smoke it Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest In the Mitchell and Ness Marino See how far back I've been quoted And they ho s**as Know that from Spitta they style's stolen I ain't mad though I'm glad though Thought I'd feel a little bit different being a dad yo Yeah bro, Wiz smoked out the BET awards I wrapped up my Jet Life tour That's why them b**hes roll that weed for us [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Sean] They wanna roll like me Cause I'm living life like it's no police Or I'm overseas I'm watching no smoking signs, just rolling weed Cause it's the motherf**ing life when you roll with G's, boy Dissing these b**hes, you entertained You tell her you love her too I tell her she's out her brain I'm on the road to the millies I started on Penny lane Now the band wagon is packed You might could hop on the train At the top, so now her top all off Never pay hoes, I only pay cops off And tell these n***as they gotta take that disguise off I'm from Detroit we eat you little hoes alive with hot sauce f**ing b**h I might come a little tardy, though Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke You n***as rolling up Barley, bro I'm all-green as the safari's go You b**hes already know