Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Vocals
Big Sean
Vocals
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Nate Hills
Songwriter
Marcella Araica
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danja
Producer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Iain Findlay
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, this Virginia
Straight from the country right there with my kinfolk
Golds in my mouth and they put twenty-six's on Benzos
Dirt roads, back woods, they got weed but I've been dope
Ratchet, **** we act hood, but I'm gettin' money with these white folks
Sippin' and I'm faded, s-s-s-super medicated
Said she wanna check the pole, I said "Okay, Sarah Palin"
Yeah, yeah-yeah-y-y-y-yeah, so I lay down and lay in
A **** gon' be faded, all the way to the AM, yeah
[Verse 2]
Boy, damn, whoa, shit
Okay, more drink, pour it up, more weed, roll it up
Whoa, there ho, you know wassup (You know wassup) (I'm high)
Quit hoggin' the blunt, bitch, slow down, pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down, damn bitch I do it (I'm high)
And this the life we chose
Workin' all night, swear I'm never goin' broke, (I'm high) broke
And I'ma do this till I die
And I ain't talkin' shit just 'cause I'm, just 'cause I'm (I'm high)
[Verse 3]
Yup, whoa, boy, oh, God, oh, God
Okay, wow, bow, look at me now
Chief like a Indian, talkin' in clouds
I'm high as bitch, I'm talkin' to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soaked that ho, show 'em no love, just throw 'em a towel
Still rockin' Louis Vuitton condoms (Still)
'Cause I'm so fuckin' in style, wow
New crib, cash that, drove here, cab back
Now knock that pussy out, yeah, that's just a little cat nap
Hold up, (Hold up) wow, don't be smokin' my shit (My shit)
I be smokin' that fire, (That fire) she be smokin' my dick (My dick)
Be smokin' my dick, boy, little bitch
[Verse 4]
Whoa, okay, okay
Okay, more drink, pour it up, more weed, roll it up
Whoa, there ho, you know wassup (You know wassup) (I'm high)
Quit hoggin' the blunt, bitch, slow down, pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down, damn bitch I do it (I'm high)
And this the life we chose
Workin' all night, swear I'm never goin' broke, (I'm high) broke
And I'ma do this till I die
And I ain't talkin' shit just 'cause I'm, just 'cause I'm (I'm high)
[Verse 5]
Uh, smokin', chockin', always rollin' somethin'
I don't need a key to start my car, bitch
I just push a button, did a show and
Got a half a mil' and spent it like it's nothin', money flowin'
Never sober, smokin' till I got concussions, no discussions
Man I got a condo and got a big crib, pounds all over my kitchen is
If I ain't on the road gettin' it
Then I'm in the hood where my **** live
Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound 'bout to finish it
Now all my pasta got shrimp in it, you talk about it, I'm livin' it
(And I'm livin' it) Fuckin' little bitch
[Verse 6]
Okay, more drink, pour it up, more weed, roll it up
Whoa, there ho, you know wassup (You know wassup) (I'm high)
Quit hoggin' the blunt, bitch, slow down, pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down, damn bitch I do it (I'm high)
And this the life we chose
Workin' all night, swear I'm never goin' broke, (I'm high) broke
And I'ma do this till I die
And I ain't talkin' shit just 'cause I'm, just 'cause I'm (I'm high)
[Verse 7]
Real **** never frontin' (Yeah)
'Cause when you got it all everybody want somethin'
Middle finger in the air, no fist pump
And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumpin'
Huh, finally got this bitch jumpin'
Got this bitch jumpin'
Fly that's me
Written by: Cameron Thomaz, Chris Brown, Marcella Araica, Nate Hills, Sean Anderson