Whip it Around

I'm counting paper, rolling papers
Watching time fly
California grapes, I'm breaking fine wine
Me I'm sky high, my bitch down to earth
Money in the bank, weed roller in her purse
And I ain't slacking on the job
My dog I been alert been gettin cake?
Big numbers round the neck
So niggas show love
And these diamonds round my neck
Should make these hoes trust on the road
At the venue filled with model hoes
College shows, smoking grade A honor roll
Bad broad, light skin
Hood niggas, white friends
And I ain't gotta talk much it's in your face
Give me brain
Cuz she say she got expensive taste
Let her rub my tattoos now she flying
Smoking zig zags too
Nigga rap like crack so I whip that

Whip it around whip it around
Whip it around watch it come back hard

Country boy from Illinois yea I'm a pot head
Hydroponic you can spell through my pocket
It ain't tricking if you got
It girl I got bread
Anybody feel like rolling up a blunt of kush?
I would but cheefing got
Me sleepy feeling good stiffer position
Body stiffer than a brick of wood
Nice and neat
Feeling like a trill nigga should
I'm addicted so consistent now
Roll up another
Light green Swisher Sweet and the
Castle is my suite
In the D, you know the room with the upstairs
When I'm powered up, add a couple blunts
Doing what I gotta do until
A motherfucker up there
Up where? In the air you can't come up here
No bitch, only stunnas can come up here
Real playas do what ever that they want here
You punks scared
Rolling down the window gettin air
Real niggas keep roaches in the ashtray
I introduce you to the life
Up in the fast lane
Moving quicker than Jamaicans at a track race
I be babysitting don't forget to
Tell me pass mane
Now break it down, roll it up
Break it down, roll it up
Calliko, Wiz Khalifa, roll up