Light It Up - Philthy Rich

Put it in the air

Blow me in the air

Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, roll it up

Light it up, light it up oooh aaah

Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, smoking until ya… higgghhh

(It's Philthy nigga, peep me out look)

I say, higher than a motha fucka back to back blowing swishers

I don’t fuck with broke niggas, and I don’t fuck with broke bitches

Might hit the lean, but never play with my nose, that’s dope fiend shit

I ain’t a dope fiend bitch

Yea a nigga stay high, like these True Religion prices

Bitch stop asking what I spend on my Breitling

Got a zip of that loud, and a bottle of Rose'

Tatted like amigos, shout out my homeboy OJ

Smoking till' my eyes low, trap with the .54

Man I mean the .45, this purple got me so high

Driving with my knees on the way to the cheese

Bad bitch roll my weed wind blowing through her weave

Lot of money in these True’s, lot of kush in these blunts

Lot of fake niggas rapping, but who really gives a fuck

I just smoke weed and check traps

And I don’t even write raps

I do it of my head nigga

Feed your ass some lead nigga (It's Philthy)

Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, roll it up

Light it up, light it up oooh aaah

Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, smoking until ya… higgghhh

(Philthy)

Look, look, look I’m nothing like them other niggas

I don’t even fuck with niggas

I stick to myself though

They stuck on the shelf though

This rich nigga popping, that broke nigga flopping

Hop in this bitch' whip, I bet him who she knocking

She just wanna smoke weed with me

After the show leave with me

Take her to my house and pray to GOD that she can sleep with me

You be on that ho shit, I supply them with that dope dick

Fuck your main bitch and act like I ain’t know shit

Now I got her rolling weed for me

Got her selling P for me

Touch down on the east coast, sending 50 G’s to me

I got 50 G’s with me, five nine hunnid boy

Kill zone mafia, you don’t really want it boy

Smoke good and fuck better

Winter time rock the leather

Plus I keep the heater on me

You don’t want this heat up on you (you don’t want this heat up on you,

it’s Philthy nigga)

Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, roll it up

Light it up, light it up oooh aaah

Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, smoking until ya… higgghhh