[Produced By Mike WiLL Made-It] [Hook] She could be shorty [x3] Let her roll the weed for me She could be shorty [x4] Let her roll my weed for me Yeah, she could be shorty She could be shorty [Verse 1] Said she like new Benji's and new Fendi and old BAPE and new Benzes And late nights when the mood hitting She like kush more she don't do indica To be honest almost too into her One thing man, don't screw it up Ass thick in that tight dress, so much I wish that it was two of her Hennessy and expensive weed [?] hopping, Soho shopping sprees Spendin' cheese, and on gasoline And her heels is hot, she be sipping lean We getting high to enjoy the ceiling Fly as hell and she down to earth Or down to mars, somewhere in between Could be nothing, could be everything That's saying something, naw girl I ain't playing nothing You could ball around with me, that's and one Just know that you're dealing with a player one, that's a heads up I'm hope that I open, your mind and them legs up By the end of the night I'm hoping I open Your mind and them legs up So what's up? [Hook] [Verse 2] She taking chances, got to say what up to my lowlifes No set, get chances, nother 40 ounces of that high life With a fat blunt get my mind right, that's my p**y, she stay tight Leaving right now, she on the first flight, and she could f** all night Ain't no telling but I just might, I could tell her when I eat what she taste like It's just me and you so it's on sight, Hennessy and that's on ice The way Rosa P was all on Spike, best time of your whole life Best time of your whole life, I can tell the groupie girl ain't your type And honestly it ain't mine either I'm talking clothesblinds and fine reefer Red wine party in the speaker Talking red wine party in the speaker [Hook]