Intro 
Oh my God, Ronny

Chorus 
Roll up the weed, I'm tryna get high 
I can't lie, I'on know?a?nigga this fly 
Cartier?lens, they gon' cover my eye 
Never?talk fake, I swear I'd rather die 
I'on trust nobody so I sleep with one eye 
He ain't in the gang, he hatin' from the side 
Call up the gang and they ready to slide 
I be outside, I'on know how to hide 
Handle my business like I wear a tie 
Nigga, you burned out, you fried 
Cut that bitch off, divide 
[?] too tight, I had to went up a size 
Whoever told you I ain't gettin' money, they lied 
[?] work, I can't knock you for trying 
I get her wet then I go up her thighs 
Got pain in my eyes, ain't doin' no cryin' 
In foreign, I drop the top, feel like I'm flyin' (Yeah)

Verse 
Bad bitch on my elbow 
Nigga, let the wind blow 
Yo, police said nigga call when it's low 
Try to tell the police that I got it for the low 
Fuck nigga, we don't be 'bout no ho 
Round here cats on the lean, drive slow 
You ain't gotta ask, you know it's gelato 
Just tryna smash on that thot, that ain't my ho 
I bought a brick, why you think they call me Pablo? 
[?] on the move and they ran into a pothole 
Whip up the dope in a Pyrex bowl 
I do what I want, I'on follow dress code 
Givenchy my toes 
Blowing kush and throwin' elbows 
[?] from Melrose 
Fuck with that white girl, I want me some [?] 
Call me Robin Hood, I shoot a [?] like a arrow 
All of my wrist, it froze 
Jump on the plain with the load 
Rich, I ain't goin' back broke no more 
Fuck it, I walk in and buy the whole store 
I think I'm the shit in my Christian Dior
[?] you pissin' me off
I'on believe that shit, sound false
They know I'ma boss every time that I talk, uh

Chorus
Roll up the weed, I'm tryna get high
I can't lie, I'on know a nigga this fly
Cartier lens, they gon' cover my eye
Never talk fake, I swear I'd rather die
I'on trust nobody so I sleep with one eye
He ain't in the gang, he hatin' from the side
Call up the gang and they ready to slide
I be outside, I'on know how to hide
Handle my business like I wear a tie
Nigga, you burned out, you fried
Cut that bitch off, divide
[?] too tight, I had to went up a size
Whoever told you I ain't gettin' money, they lied
[?] work, I can't knock you for trying
I get her wet then I go up her thighs
Got pain in my eyes, ain't doin' no cryin'
In foreign, I drop the top, feel like I'm flyin'