Sounwave - Maan lyrics

[Produced by Nez & Rio] [Intro] Is it recording? Love is life, and life is living f**in' awesome, yeah! [Hook] I smoked the whole damn pound I'm a need another one, 'nother one Eyes closed, I won't come down Only papers, no we don't f** with blunts [Verse 1] n***a, I don't just be sharing weed A n***a got pounds to burn that's apparent Just cause you up in this b**h Don't mean you gon' hit this sh** You better roll somethin' Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin' Tryna O.D. on THC n***a f** around gave Young Khalifa a pound Smoke the whole thing up in the week Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherf**er Smoke it to the face Ohh sh**, n***a just got some KK and he said he on the way Big P told me church, get money on 'em every single day So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place We mobbin' [Bridge] n***a, we mobbin', we mobbin', sh**! Go, go! n***a, we mobbin' [Hook 2] Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo' When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo' Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling [Verse 2] n***a keep going, keep the KK blowin Snakes in the gra** keep mowin' Ass so fat, look swollen Another city, state gotta show in Another airport gotta go in Reason why you hate, I'm knowin n***as got too much hoein' I keep rollin' up Drivin' a brand new car like that motherf**er stolen They don't understand what i'm doin' Money in my hand, n***a, 28 grams when i'm rollin' Been through New York and London and Paris and back South By Southwes only n***as smokin' on pack Rollin' up bats Go on, get a bong, get a match Everybody get along, get attached Get a song, get a b*atch What he say, every dog need a cat Potheads need a joint to relax G pen full of wax 10 Rolled cone joints, really fast No sticks no seeds in the bag Got reason to brag In the front, y'all b's in the back Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag Little b**h, we mobbin' [Bridge] n***a, we mobbin', we mobbin', sh**! Go, go! n***a, we mobbin' [Hook 2] Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo' When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo' Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling