Weed Brownies - Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean, Curren$y

Is this the top?

The top of the world?

Top floor, there’s weed in the ashtray

It’s top-shelf, cap!

Riding in my Challenger, faded off this weed brownie

Turning down the music cause the weed is loud enough already

Niggas ask me 'bout my pay, I say I keep it steady

Gripping on the wheel,

spending money like a politician

Tipping on a bill, it’s going down

Like this bitch was sitting on the hill

I keep my girlfriend in them expensive sort of heels and furs and shit

Eat champagne and lobster cause I fucking deserve this shit

Cap!

Niggas say I’ve got an old soul

Well, I tell them that I’m here muh’fucka

And I made it cause my flow cold

I’ma roll some of this weed

I’ma pass it to you and we gon' be so gone

Homie, I got papers and vaporizers

Flavors to stablize ya

Thoroughly-baked cake, can’t say a thing with my eyes shut

They say they do (they do, they do, they do)

But they don’t know (don't know, don’t know, don’t know)

Who we are (who we are, who we are, who we are)

Superstars