Retrosuperfuture - Wiz Khalifa, Rick Ross

The minute I wake up I gotta get high

The homies we found us a way to get by

Lets call us some bitches and have a good time

A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time

Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by

Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by

I’ma slide by sippin on that high life

And my slippers jack triple where my five light

As a all-star I made so many highlights

Touchdown field goal this my night

She the wild type ready for the wild night

Are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type

I hope you are 'cause that mean a player all right

Smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white

Tryna to land a plane baby are you really gain

Back to the future me and Wiz got this thing sayin'

I stay high while ya’ll stay low

Tryna tell me 'bout the smell I know

But I stay red form all that smoke

The weeds with me everywhere I go

And ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh

And ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh

And ya’ll can roll

I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray

Dickin her down for the few past days

She asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer?

Shawty green as the reefer even the grinder

Fuckin like it’s a porn in my recliner

Lookin straight in the eyes, they show vagina

She’s a lair but damn she does it well

We on fire imagine what it’ll sell

All my homies are people that I admire

Small click of real niggas smokin that fire

Holdin' my dick until the day that I expire

We and Wiz in the benz gettin' higher

I’m in the right pair of Nike Airs

From gravel to marble I travel light years

I’m like chyea I’ma chill right chea

Like the Mack 11 on me nigga no fear

Skateboard aboard to Panamerica

I make more abroad than in America

Waitin' for the day Bob rose from the dead

In hd as I take an ounce to the head