Roll Up Re-Up (feat. Wizkid & AKA)

Don't fuck around, I got my pistol on me

So much money, I got money on it

I let my mama hold a hundred thousand

I let my sister hold two hundred thou'

Krapa, fasa, baba, let's

Private jets in my Jays

Ka phona Uber, I'm late

Ya bana manje se ba late

Rasta, roll up the weed one time

Give me that cheese one time

I wanna feel cool one time

Give me that tree one time

Fuck that bitch one time

Rasta, roll up the weed one time

Give me that cheese one time

I wanna feel cool one time

Give me that tree one time

Fuck that bitch one time, eh

I pray, love come my way

She knows she loves my way

My love for money got me working on a Saturday

My love for money got me grinding on a Sunday

I know you love my way

I pray, love comes my way

My love for money got me working on a Saturday

My love for money got me grinding on a Sunday

If she tripping, leave that bitch alone

That's why you never catch a **** sober

Hotboxin' till the spliff is over

I'm never scared, got no pistol on me

Krapa, fasa, baba, let's

Start rolling up the jet

Krapa, fasa, baba, let's

Start rolling up the jet, eh

No matter what, I know they see us

I see they hating, that's 'cause we up

Stop talking like a G, yo

This is no remix, this the re-up

Azishe one time, s'phile one time

Ak' fiwe one time, siz'wise one time

Sin'bize one time, nanin'fike one time

Roll up one time, then we smoke some one time, eh

I'm on the scene, clever ungazong' tshela

I got Wiz, I got Supa Mega

Do it if you think you better

Nzo'kushaya nges'cima if you think you clever

If she tripping, leave that bitch alone

That's why you never catch a **** sober

Hotboxin' till the spliff is over

I'm never scared, got no pistol on me

Krapa, fasa, baba, let's

Start rolling up the jets

Krapa, fasa, baba, let's

Start rolling up the jets

I'm catching flights while **** catch emotions

These flashing lights will make you lose your focus

That's the reason I'm so antisocial

Season after season, cheese at my disposal

A week in Mozambique to catch my breath

Smoke a lot of dank, brush up on my Portuguese

Yeah, the crown heavy on my head, it's a lot of pressure

Clouds of the Mary Jane help me get perspective

Higher grade, dumb it down, blowing pounds, ganja clouds

Way, way out in London town, nearly missed my baby ultrasound

We been through this shit before

**** talking greasy on the TV, thats's that cooking oil

Trouble's what you looking for

When the fam come through, all we ever do is flex

Tryna make a handsome loot, shout out my Sandton crew and TWee indecent

Feel like it's time to rolling out the jets, yeah, yeah

Watch we suffer from success

If she tripping, leave that bitch alone

That's why you never catch a **** sober

Hotboxin' till the spliff is over

I'm never scared, got no pistol on me

Krapa, fasa, baba, let's

Start rolling up the jets

Krapa, fasa, baba, let's

Start rolling up the jets