Curren$y - Dot Dot Dot lyrics

[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa] King size papers, king size bed n***as blow money but I'd rather keep mine instead Roll something n***a, blow something Say you're ballin out of control Let a n***a hold something Specially if you got it and he don't put his n***as on Tell me what's the sense of even having it fo' Cause when you're broke, you have everything to gain When you lose it all, let you inhale out the vape Do it for the taste Usually I roll one up to pa** around But now I'm smokin' to the face Cuz chiefing with n***as is such a waste Unless they my n***as, and 9 times out of 10 They got their own pound with them Own pack of papers and filters, something to grind We be smoking them things like 6 at a time 5 in the air, 4 breakin' down 3 in my head, 2 on my mind, n***a [Hook] One rolled, one rolled, one rolled I need more than one rolled.. One rolled, one rolled, one rolled I keep more than one rolled.. [Verse 2 - Curren$y] A bit of a pothead, it has been said I keep one rolled up like LL's pantsleg Full of life in this b**h, though I may seem half-dead Trust me, I'm cool I just ain't talking to you And them checks coming through Is just as I predicted They got a bigger portion Cause the Jets eating off bigger dishes now.. Ain't I the biggest fish up in this pond Since life's a b**h, tell her roll my sh** up huh Secret compartment in my car, James Bond Though I'm James Bong, n***a bread long And my name known in e'ry home household Caught them pussies slippin' tryna squeeze In the mouse hole, that cheese is "nachos" You are not chose by the gods To live as we do, so play your role in the movie Ain't no pause, no rewind For no man, wait time So I ain't wasting mine More gra**, more green, more grind, n***a I keep... [Hook] [Verse 3 - Big Sean] And these b**h a** n***as f** around, might have to b**h-smack me a n***a Roll around with a bunch of get-rich a** n***as Who the man? You ain't even gotta ask these n***as I'mma f** around and take these n***as' last 3 pictures Man, these b**hes breaking their neck Just to pa** weed with us We roll, get high, get drunk, more shots, reload Too high, he knows, 3 more, C4, we blow b**h, how could you be so fine? Shake that a**, she's so mine Taking more double shots than free throw lines I might hit like 3-4 times They say "what the f** is you on?" f** if I'm right f** it, I'm on, you f**ing at home Watching my a**, mad that I'm on On my way to the top, and I'm coming along with...