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Rick Ross - Hella Smoke feat Wiz Khalifa
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Eduardo Earle
Eduardo Earle
Songwriter
Robert Reese
Robert Reese
Songwriter
Samuel Saint-Jean
Samuel Saint-Jean
Songwriter
William Withers
William Withers
Songwriter
Skip Scarborough
Skip Scarborough
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tomcat
Tomcat
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Fuse
Fuse
Producer

Lyrics

As I swim up the Nile River, shawty so wet Ah, 24 karat, uh I really feel I was put here to do somethin' special So let me paint this picture, yo (M-M-Maybach Music) Cop pullin' me over, prayin', there's hella smoke (damn) Lookin' at my set of rims, assume I'm sellin' dope Berry Gordy at 40, it's time to share my notes Opus, in and out of traps like a set of loafers (boss) I tell you, big homie, if you threw me the most Truly the G.O.A.T. 'cause I float like Julio Jones Student of poems, hungry, the food in my palms Weed in my lungs, lemon pepper, then move it along (huh) I just wanna turn your very life around (shout it) Livin' lavish, have you married in the Eiffel Tower (let's get it) Time to touch you slow and beef up your allowance (ah) Rather die a king than live a fuckin' coward (boss) Born into beans, now position of power (huh) Move you out the flats, now up in the mountains For every couple tats, I got an accountant Restaurant, racecars, bullet, bus and a bouncer (bah) What you doin', fat boy? Hella smoke, hella smoke I'm in the Rolls-Royce, and I'm blowin' hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke I'm in the double R and we blowin' hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke Just caught a long flight, time to blow some hella smoke Sex all night got us feelin' successful (yes) So sentimental, this time we invested (made it, baby) I told you, "Keep it real", now we the winnin' team (mwah) Meant anythin' otherwise that I would intervene And I would leave the very day you wasn't feelin' me A rich nigga, but you can't pay for the chemistry (ah) Hand in hand like Missy Elliott and Timothy (Timbo) Ambulance 'cause these fake niggas really killin' me (baow) Eight-figure nigga, who could ever dream? (Boss) Never sold his soul with so much self-esteem (ha-ha-ha) Hangin' out a racecar when I became a meme (uh) Hella smoke, I take a knee before I roll the weed (boss, Maybach Music) Uh, hella weed, hella weed Tryna crack the window, uh Hella smoke, hella smoke In the Rolls-Royce and I'm blowin' hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke I'm in the double R, and I'm blowin' hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke My homie came home, time to blow some hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke Time to blow some hella smoke (uh) I made it this far without lookin' in the rearview This is what the real do Always make sure I'm gon' eat And all my niggas get a meal too Blowin' pounds of that medical I put it down 'cause I'm tryna come up Nigga, we grind 'til the sun's up Ain't into doin' it if it ain't fun Never said it'd be easy Gotta work for it if you really want it Wake up early, gettin' to the money Fixin' breakfast for my son, smoke a J to keep me calm 'Cause the world is crazy, niggas trippin' lately My girl told me in her country niggas killin' babies I work hard every day, and that's the difference You take gratification that's instant over real experience And that's the reason that I stay to myself It's just me and my niggas Smokin' thousand dollar weed, cigarettes in the villa (M-M-Maybach Music) Ha-ha-hah, gang, gang Hella kush, hella kush Everywhere that I go, I smoke hella kush, you know? Hella smoke, hella smoke I'm in the Rolls-Royce, and I'm blowin' hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke I'm in the double R and we blowin' hella smoke (M-M-Maybach Music)
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, William Withers, Rick Ross, Clarence Scarborough, Robert Reese, Eduardo Earle, Samuel Saint-jean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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