Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye Yeah, aye, aye Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign Dolla $ign, Dolla, aye (Cut it up) [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas (with my niggas) I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches (with some bitches) I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace (with Versace) I smoked a joint and took a b-ar, now I'm irie (bong rip) I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] When I'm in Brooklyn I send runners to bodegas (to bodegas) Don't bring no dutchie back homie, I prefer papers (prefer papers) And I got love for the Nets but it's still Lakers (it's still Lakers) I turn my music up, fuck my neighbors (fuck the neighbors) I hit JFK, I'm going back to Cali (back to Cali) I got some OG Kush from San Fernando Valley (Fernando Valley) My nigga Beezy on the way from Humboldt County We keep some organic weed, damn it, we from grass valley (irie) I got a bad bitch riding shotgun with the shotgun (bow bow) Pocket full of money and some condoms (bow bow) I'mma drop your bitch back off when I'm done (when I'm done) Hope you make your bitch get in the shower (shower) That's your bitch, she my bitch, too (too) She let the homie hit too (too) Niggas be cuffin' while their bitches be fuckin' My nigga, that ain't nothing new (new) I'm the nigga that your bitch come to When she wanna cheat on you (on you) I'd probably be tripping, too, but I got more bitches than you (than you) [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas (with my niggas) I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches (with some bitches) I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace (with Versace) I smoked a joint and took a b-ar, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] It's Taylor Gang, I get so high that it's irrational (irrational) When I pull up in first class, it's international (international) I know some ratchet bitches and they rep the North side (North side) We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified Blowing by the zone, nigga, 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 fuck, they tell me slow my roll, but chill This young boy gonna live it up Pass the loud, you'd think that I smoke flavors (smoke flavors) No bitches in the hood that don't smoke papers (smoke papers) Ain't tryna hear 'bout what you need because I got it ('cause I got it) It's on the plane 'cause I can't leave the crib without it (crib without it) Claim you smoke more weed than me, I really doubt it (really doubt it) If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it ('bout it) And rest in peace, go to my nigga Ray Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day Straight to the face, fuck what the police say [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas (with my niggas) I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches (with some bitches) I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace (with Versace) I smoked a joint and took a b-ar, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie