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

Weed Brownies

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