เนื้อเพลง Irie - Ty Dolla Sign

I woke up, I Rolled some dank up with my n*ggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some B*tches
I got dressed, I mixed the Diesel with Versace
I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm Irie

I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie
I'm irie, I'm irie
I'm irie, I'm irie
YEAH I'm IRIE
I'm irie, I'm irie
I'm irie, I'm irie

When I'm in Brooklyn I send runners through bodegas
Don't bring no dutchie yea you kno me I prefer papers
And I got love for the Mets but it's still Lakers
I turn my music up, f*ck my neighbors
I hit JFK, I'm going back to Cali
I got some OG Kush From San Fernando Valley
My n*gga Beezy on the way from Rambo County
We keep some organic weed from grass valley
I got a bad b*tch riding shotgun with the shotgun
Pocket full of money and some condoms
I'm a drop your b*tch back off when I'm done
Hope you make your b*tch get in the shower
That's your b*tch, she my b*tch, too
She let the homie in, too
N*ggas be coughing while their b*tches f*cking
My n*gga, that ain't nothing new
I'm the n*gga that your b*tch come to
When she wanna cheat on you
I hella be tripping, too, but I got more b*tches than you

I woke up, I Rolled some dank up with my n*ggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some B*tches
I got dressed, I mixed the Diesel with Versace
I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie

I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie
I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie
I'm irie

It's Taylor Gang, I get so high that it's irrational,
When I pull up it's first class, but international
I know some ratchet b*tches and they rep the North side
We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified
Blow it by the zone, n*gga, worth the grown
Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I'm on the phone
Take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it
Roll them joints up big as f*ck, they tell me slow my roll and chill

This young boy gonna live it up
Pass the loud, you'd think that I smoke flavors
No b*tches in the hood that don't smoke papers
Ain't tryina heard 'bout what you mean because I got it
It's on the plane 'cause I can't leave the crib without it

Claim you smoke more weed than me, I really doubt it
If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it
And rest in peace, go to my n*gga right
Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day
Straight to the face, f*ck what the police say

I woke up, I brought some drink ups with my n*ggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some midgets
I got dressed, I mixed the p*ssy with Versace
I smoked a joint and took a beer, now I'm irie

I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie
I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie
I'm irie