Ocean - Wiz Khalifa

Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers

Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers

Minus the bullshit

Got you rolling papers, got you rolling (uh)

Can’t do it average, you cool and savage

Makin' niggas do backflips

FaceTime my phone, you be on a jet

Roll my spliffs, send me pics every now and then

When we met, I could admit, I was just after sex

Taught you not to look for results, but trust the process

Plus, you got your paper, ain’t no nonsense

Smoke from the bong intense, when she with you, she over it

Faded but focused, I stay posted

Hit me up, the case closed, I leave the gate open

Know what’s good, your chain say «Ocean»

Put you on to the finer things

Now when you see designer, you keep your composure

Send a text, say she comin' over

I don’t have to send a car, she get her own 'Cause she ain’t been sober

No panties on, you ain’t needin' those Ron O’Neal, Curtis Mayfield

Hittin' notes, hit the joint, leave the roach

You don’t know

What you do to me lately

I got so much love for ya

Want you to know

How much that I fuck with you, oh

You don’t know

What you do to me lately

Wanna roll one up for ya

Want you to come to the back of the club

Show some love to a real one (uh)

Netflix and extra long spliffs

Hit it once, she recognize what the difference is

My bottom bitch don’t even trip

She see me with other chicks

She hardly drink, but for me, she’ll take a sip

Do what you gotta do to pay your rent

Only party with lame niggas at they expense

I’m talkin' good weed, steak and shrimp

Niggas runnin' off with styles that they ain’t invent

Tried to grab a towel just to hide the scent

You smell the kush all through the vent

Go through the hallways lookin' innocent

I’ve been a gangster and a gentleman

Talk to the boss and not no middlemen

Is you with it or against it?

Please make a decision

Smoke a pound a day, eliminate the competition

I’m that nigga, been that nigga

Past and present tenses

You look good, I need a badder bitch to complement you

You don’t know

What you do to me lately

I got so much love for ya

Want you to know

How much that I fuck with you, oh

You don’t know

What you do to me lately

Wanna roll one up for ya

Want you to come to the back of the club

Show some love to a real one

It’s a gang thing, it’s a gang thing

It’s a gang thing, it’s a gang thing

Don’t do me like that

I’m a star too

Sledgro

Everywhere that we go

We blow it by the 0

The K.K., the smoke