Rollin Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] Jets, nigga, now where haven't we been yet (They look up to the Jets, nigga) Jets nigga, now where haven't we been yet (They look up to the Jets, nigga yuh) Jets nigga, now where haven't we, yeh [Refrain: Curren$y] And I'ma keep rollin' up Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah And I'ma keep rollin' up Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah [Verse 1: Curren$y] Yeah Jets, nigga, as if I had to say it Spitta in the middle every bad bitches playlist ITunes bangin' from my hotel room, nothin but beats, bitch Fuck it when I die, I can sleep, bitch My momma need a bigger crib so I need this money, Jake King Kong ain't got shit on me My face is a coupon, I don't know them but they know me Bitches pitch it, like pitchers But I'm smart, not a wild swinger, careful what I'm hittin' Burners in the sofa cushion, careful where you sittin' Ain't into nothin' crazy, keep it for them crazy niggas G-Fizz fly, holla at Wiz, catch the Steelers Smellin' like High Times at the fifty-yard line Ushers bugging, wanna check our tickets [Refrain: Curren$y] And I'ma keep rollin' up Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah And I'ma keep rollin' up Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] And um, my nigga, the planes back Gettin' full off of dinner, but save scraps Never know when a rainy day may hap— -Pen pictures out of my life and bitches I Taylor gang that, me and Spitta Spend a grand at the bar, buyin' drinks for my niggas Hoes sellin' they soul just to be with us On the road with winners, champions Ridin', smokin' weed to myself, the only reason they stress 'Cause I'm on the level you can't be in And I flick the middle finger to fake friends We live like when the loyalty's strong, you can't bend We the planes, and all of my niggas stamped in, billionaire clothes Out in Vegas fucking millionaire hoes I'm in the air solo, you nowhere near close Wouldn't have took the road this young'un here chose Smokin' it by the O, oh [Refrain: Curren$y] And I'ma keep rollin' up Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah And I'ma keep rollin' up Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up Fool, all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah