Problem, Wiz Khalifa - 4 The Low lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Problem, Wiz Khalifa - 4 The Low lyrics]
Good weed, eyes low
No, we ain't gotta stress no more
Count it up, smoke gas slow
Pounds for the low, call my cell phone
No, I don’t let shop close
Froze, yeah, my neck so cold
Clones, I'm the connect
Start handin' out clones
Every day wake up and get stoned
I’m talkin' all natural
I'm rollin' them bats up now
The police don't pat 'em down
I see they be down bad
I'm rollin' up laughing now
These fools be sick, so when I roll six
I don’t even pass ’em now, homie
Don't even ask ’em now
Black market on the East side thеy
Boxed up and got rich
For that same thing they doin' now
Homiеs locked up and I'm pissed
In a whoop wham still boxed up
While them white folks get rich (On God)
So I make sure that I buy something
Every time I make the money flip
(Now I be like)
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
Rollin' weed and I trip
Make money then I dip (yeah, yeah)
Won’t ask for a sip, self made like Nip
(yeah, yeah)
Boys got chick ways, ride waves like ship
(yeah, yeah)
The game know we good business 'cause
We got it like this, baby
(What?)
I done made classics, come to that grass
You don't even have to count
Whole turkey bag, I roll it up fast
It don't even last 'em now wow, how?
Now they wan' flag 'em down
I do what I want, ain't putting 'em out
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
No, we ain't gotta stress no more
Count it up, smoke gas slow
Pounds for the low, call my cell phone
No, I don’t let shop close
Froze, yeah, my neck so cold
Clones, I'm the connect
Start handin' out clones
Every day wake up and get stoned
I’m talkin' all natural
I'm rollin' them bats up now
The police don't pat 'em down
I see they be down bad
I'm rollin' up laughing now
These fools be sick, so when I roll six
I don’t even pass ’em now, homie
Don't even ask ’em now
Black market on the East side thеy
Boxed up and got rich
For that same thing they doin' now
Homiеs locked up and I'm pissed
In a whoop wham still boxed up
While them white folks get rich (On God)
So I make sure that I buy something
Every time I make the money flip
(Now I be like)
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
Rollin' weed and I trip
Make money then I dip (yeah, yeah)
Won’t ask for a sip, self made like Nip
(yeah, yeah)
Boys got chick ways, ride waves like ship
(yeah, yeah)
The game know we good business 'cause
We got it like this, baby
(What?)
I done made classics, come to that grass
You don't even have to count
Whole turkey bag, I roll it up fast
It don't even last 'em now wow, how?
Now they wan' flag 'em down
I do what I want, ain't putting 'em out
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low