[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] Oh, we get gone in the breeze Late night smoking the weed Riding sitting low in the seat Just tell me if you're ready to roll Oh [Verse 1: B-Real] You wanna book the Doctor But you can't afford me But if you got the paper call, [hurry?] I'll prescribe you medication You'll be vibing like it's meditation Feeling wasted , don't make me have this shatter [?] around a white girl, put it in like it don't matter We keep rollin' it fatter and fatter She hit it harder like a monster and I don't mind her Came to the finish, we're winning Just listen We're twistin' the fire and higher we're getting Light up, inspired and flippin' and sippin' And find this sh**, wired and trippin' We keep climbin', the elevation is too much for you b**hes Come on face it off the paper that was chasin' Seems outrageous but the grine is contagious And I got pages and pages of game And I'm watching all of you f**in' haters go through your stages [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] [Verse 2: Berner] Brown bags full of new blue hundreds My old b**h hates, damn my new b**h love me Windows down, fresh air feel lovely Smoke Wax, looks like honey Makes your head feel funny (baller sh**) We spend this money like it never runs out You broke, it makes me sick Put this gun in your mouth I had a plug in the south Had me reachin' two thou, used to sh** Now trucks, take trips in the drought Gone in the breeze, ocean view for a week I piss pink champagne on a tropical beach Sittin' low, in my old school, turn up the beat Light weed, pull a hand full out of the P Turkey bag boys, you ain't got it like this 5 gran hash play, burns slow as a b**h We burn big everywhere we go Top show, no blow KK, floatin' out of my nose Let's roll [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]