Big Sean RWT LyricsYup, yup
I look up
'Cause I can't look down on you ***** *****s no mo, man
If that casket ain't 24 karat gold when I die
Then I ain't made enough ****ing money man and that's real talk
This my roll weed time
Don't turn it into dead in the street time
Her legs do the peace sign
Know the hood so well don't need street signs
Young rich and iconic
Big ******* I'm signin'
Burnin' benjies and chronic
Big white smoke clouds every time I talk, does it look like I'm in a comic?
Everything I rock I designed it, realer *****, won't find it
Okay, I be stackin' that cheddar, bet that **** won't expire
Got me ballin' so hard, I need me Jerry Maguire
I made a mil before twenty-five, man and I ain't even no lie
***** I ain't sayin' that **** to brag neither, I'm sayin' that to inspire
I'm like, damn boy, **** you sayin' boy?
Hatin' on me, knowin' that you is a fan boy
When I'm around you call me Cuz like we fam boy?
Rappin' like me let's me know that I'm the man boy
Okay, Hennessy and Bombay is a real ***** entree
I gave her my grande, my food is picante
My girls is Beyonce, your boyfriend beyond gay
I seen him hang with Deandre and they was lookin' like prom dates
One time for my hood 'til I go in the ground
I'm throwin' it up cause they holdin' me down
I'm perverted as ****, got a pole in the house
Got your girl and your girl and they hoein' it out
But you standin' outside cause no hoes is allowed
If you work like I work, you would throw in the towel
Once you get in this life, man, there's no comin' out
And haters look at me like snow in the south
Man **** it, I'm on, you off and I hope you die *****
Why you alive *****?
I'm stackin' dough cause my momma addicted to spas
Yeah I'm the one that these hatin' *****s despise
You better take off your ****in' disguise, *****
*****-made is in your eyes *****
Shut the **** up, everything'll be fine
'Cause this my roll weed time
Written by: Joshua Luellen, Sean Anderson
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.