Maan! - Wiz Khalifa

Is it recording
Love is life and life is living
F**kin' awesome yeah
I smoked a whole a d**n pound
I'mma need another one another one one
Eyes closed I won't come down
Only papers no we don't f**k with blunts
N***a
I just don't be sharing w**d
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 s**t
You better roll somethin'
Coughin' like you got a cold or something
I'm tryin to OD off THC
N***a f**k around gave Young Khalifa a pound
Smoke the whole thing up in a week
In a weak in a weak
Roll a joint put a worm around
That motherf**ker smoke it to the face
Awww s**t N***a say he got some
KK and he said he on the way
Said he on the way
Big P told me church get money on 'em every single day
Every single day
So I want everything every room every plane every place
We mobbin' mobbin' mobbin'
Now every place that we go they say we can't smoke
But we do it anyway 'cuz real
G's smoke when they want
When they say turn down we turn up and
Turn up some more
When they say put it out
It's to loud we burn up some more
Then we keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin'
We keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin'
We keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin'
N***a keep going going
Keep the KK blowin blowin
Snakes in the grass keep mowin' mowin'
A*s so fat look swollen swollen
Another city state gotta show in show in
Another airport gotta go in go in
Reason why you hate I'm knowin knowin
N***as got to much hoein' hoein'
I keep rollin' up
Drivin' a brand new car like the motherf**ker stolen
They don't understand what I'm doin'
Money in my hand n***a 28 grams when I'm rollin'
Been through NewYork London Paris and back
SXSW only n***as smokin' on pack
Rollin' the best
Go on get a bong get a match
Everybody get along get attached
Get a song get a biatch
What they say every dog need a cat
Pot heads 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'
N***a we mobing
We mobing mobing mobing mobing
S**t s**t go go go
N***a we mobing mobing
Now every place that we go they say
We can't smoke
But we do it anyway 'cuz real G's
Smoke when they want
When they say turn down
We turn up and turn up some more
When they say put it out
It's to loud we burn up some more
Then we keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin'
We keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
We keep rollin' and rollin' and rollin'