Kush Ups (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

My weed man got the hook up

Rolling up another pound every time you look up

Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up

So much weight that now I'm doing kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing

Don't stop!

Tae Bo, five, four

Three, two, one

Working out, chiefing up

Creeping up, keeping up

With the Joneses

Smoke a zone with my pen pals

In my neighborhood

Flavor's good, roll up

Put some papers to it

Straight into it, gon' make him do it

That thing can do it fo sho

Get my lift on

While get my spliff on, fo sho

Break bad, stay cool

Way cool, roll a doob

Old school, paid my dues

Spray these fools, ladies drool

Cause they know what I got

I got a bag of the Saturday pot

And it'll keep you up

From Thursday to Saturday night

What do you like?

When you smoke with the Dogg

You had the time of your life

Now light, the fatty, jump in my Cadi

Pull your seat back, yup

I know you need that

Let it flow, set it go, incredible

That ain't gold, laying low like 10 to 4, on the floor

My weed man got the hook up

Rolling up another pound every time you look up

Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up

So much weight that now I'm doing kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing

Don't stop!

Don't even trip

Ain't really gotta use a scale

I could eyeball a zip

So much weight you thinkin'

Why this ain't for sale?

Weed in my lungs

Weed in my nails

She coning joints

I'm rolling weed up myself

Don't ever get my weed

From off the shelf or my clothes

I heard Polillo 'bout to drop some shit, order those

Pounds, I got more of those

Why my eyes sorta low

Not too many when I roll

More arms than [Goro] though

Boys hating

I'm just counting up the money I just made

And what I'm making

Make a nigga make a million dollars later

Smoking getting high pays

I like my eyes glazed

Ain't empty out my ashtray in days

At my house playing pool

In some HUF socks and Joyrich sweats

I roll a joint, you roll another one next

Can't even name a nigga colder than

Ain't pay for game that mean you stole it then

Know it's the bomb when you hold it in

My weed man got the hook up

Rolling up another pound every time you look up

Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up

So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing

Don't stop!