Irie lyrics

Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, aye, aye
Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign
Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign
Dolla $ign, Dolla, aye
(Cut it up)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I wake up and roll some dank up with my n*ggas (with my n*ggas)
I got on the phone and caught up with some b*tches (with some b*tches)
I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace (with Versace)
I smoked a joint and took a b-ar, now I'm irie (bong rip)
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, I'm irie
I'm irie, I'm irie

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
When I'm in Brooklyn I send runners to bodegas (to bodegas)
Don't bring no dutchie back homie, I prefer papers (prefer papers)
And I got love for the Nets but it's still Lakers (it's still Lakers)
I turn my music up, f*ck my neighbors (f*ck the neighbors)
I hit JFK, I'm going back to Cali (back to Cali)
I got some OG Kush from San Fernando Valley (Fernando Valley)
My n*gga Beezy on the way from Humboldt County
We keep some organic weed, damn it, we from grass valley (irie)
I got a bad b*tch riding shotgun with the shotgun (bow bow)
Pocket full of money and some condoms (bow bow)
I'mma drop your b*tch back off when I'm done (when I'm done)
Hope you make your b*tch get in the shower (shower)
That's your b*tch, she my b*tch, too (too)
She let the homie hit too (too)
n*ggas be cuffin' while their b*tches be f*ckin'
My n*gga, that ain't nothing new (new)
I'm the n*gga that your b*tch come to
When she wanna cheat on you (on you)
I'd probably be tripping, too, but I got more b*tches than you (than you)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I wake up and roll some dank up with my n*ggas (with my n*ggas)
I got on the phone and caught up with some b*tches (with some b*tches)
I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace (with Versace)
I smoked a joint and took a b-ar, now 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, I'm irie
I'm irie, I'm irie

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
It’s Taylor Gang, I get so high that it's irrational (irrational)
When I pull up in first class, it's international (international)
I know some ratchet b*tches and they rep the North side (North side)
We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified
Blowing 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, but chill
This young boy gonna live it up
Pass the loud, you'd think that I smoke flavors (smoke flavors)
No b*tches in the hood that don't smoke papers (smoke papers)
Ain't tryna hear 'bout what you need because I got it ('cause I got it)
It's on the plane 'cause I can't leave the crib without it (crib without it)
Claim you smoke more weed than me, I really doubt it (really doubt it)
If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it ('bout it)
And rest in peace, go to my n*gga Ray
Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day
Straight to the face, f*ck what the police say
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I wake up and roll some dank up with my n*ggas (with my n*ggas)
I got on the phone and caught up with some b*tches (with some b*tches)
I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace (with Versace)
I smoked a joint and took a b-ar, now 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, I'm irie
I'm irie, I'm irie