Irie - Ty Dolla $ign

I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some women
I got dressed I mixed the Tisa with Versace
I smoked a joint and took a BR now I'm irie
I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie
I'm irie yeah I'm irie
I'm irie
When I'm in Brooklyn I send runners to bodegas
Don't bring no dutchie back homie I prefer papers
And I got love for the Nets but it's still Lakers
I turn my music up f**k my neighbors
I hit JFK I'm going back to Cali
I got some OG Kush from San Fernando Valley
My ni**a Beezy on the way from Humboldt County
We keep some organic w**d damn it we from grass valley
I got a bad b**ch riding shotgun with the shotgun
Pocket full of money and some condoms
I'mma drop your b**ch back off when I'm done
Hope you make your b**ch get in the shower
That's your b**ch she my b**ch too
She let the homie hit too
Niggas be cuffin' while their b**ches be f**kin'
My ni**a that ain't nothing new
I'm the ni**a that your b**ch come to
When she wanna cheat on you
I'd probably be tripping too but I got more b**ches than you
I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some women
I got dressed I mixed the Tisa with Versace
I smoked a joint and took a BR now I'm irie
I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie
I'm irie yeah I'm irie
I'm irie
It's Taylor Gang I get so high that it's irrational
When I pull up in first class it's international
I know some ratchet b**ches and they rep the North side
We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified
Blowing by the zone ni**a worth the grown
Smoking on that strong give me dome while I'm on the phone
Take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it
Roll them joints up big as f**k they tell me slow my roll
This young boy gonna live it up
Pass the loud you'd think that I smoke flavors
No b**ches in the hood that don't smoke papers
Ain't tryina hear 'bout what you need because I got it
It's on the plane cause I can't leave the crib without it
Claim you smoke more w**d than me I really doubt it
If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it
And rest in peace go to my ni**a Ray
Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day
Straight to the face f**k what the police say
I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some women
I got dressed I mixed the Tisa with Versace
I smoked a joint and took a BR now I'm irie
I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie
I'm irie yeah I'm irie
I'm irie