Roll Up Re-Up (Feat. Aka & Wizkid)

It's the re-up

Don't fuck around, I got my pistol on me
So much money, I got money only
I let ma momma hold a hundred thousand
I let my sister hold two hundred thou
Krapa, fasa, baba let's
Private jets in my gates
Ka fona uba yabu let
Ya bana manje sa baleka
Rasta roll up the weed one time
Gimme that cheese one time
I wanna feel cool one time
Gimme that tree one time
Fuck that bitch one time
Rasta
Roll up the weed one time
Gimme that cheese one time
I wanna feel cool one time
Gimme that tree one time
Fuck that bitch one time

I pray
Love comes my way
She knows she loves my way
My love for money got me working on a Saturday
My love for money got grindin' 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 grindin' on a Sunday

If she trippin', leave that bitch alone
That's why you never catch a nigga sober
Hot boxin' till the spliff is over
I'm never scared got no pistol on me
Krapa, fasa, baba let's
Start rolling out up the jays
Krapa, fasa, baba let's
Start rolling out in chains

No matter what I know they see us
I see they yeaying that this re-up
Stop talking like a trio
This is no remix, it's the re-up

Azishe one time
Sphile one time
Akufiwe one time
Sis'vuse one time
Sin' bize one time
Nani fike one time
Roll up one time
Can't we smoke some, one time

I am on the scene, clever, ungazo ngtshela
I got wiz I got super mega
Do it if you think you better
Ngizoku shaya nge scima if you think you clever

If she trippin' leave that bitch alone
That's why you never catch a nigga sober
Hot boxin' till the spliff is over
I'm never scared got no pistol on me
Krapa, fasa, baba let's
Start rolling out the jays
Krapa, fasa, baba let's
Start rolling out in chains

I am catching flights when niggas catch emotions
These flashing lights will make you loose your focus
That's the reason I am so anti-socal
Season after season, cheese in my disposal
A week in Mozambique to catch my breath
Smoke a lot thing, brush up on my Portuguese
Yeah. the crown heavy on my head its a lot of pressure
Clouds in Marrie Jane, help me get perspective
Higher grade, coming down, blowing pounds, ganja clouds
Way way out in London town
Nearly missed my baby ultrasound

We been through this shit before
Niggas talking, breezy on the TV
That's the cliq in all
Trouble is what you looking for
When the fam come through
All we can do is flex, tryna make handsome look
Shout my Sandton crew. Emtee we in the sitch

Feel like is time to roll another jay, yeah yeah
Watch me suffer from success (it's the re-up)
If she trippin' leave the bitch alone
That's why you never catch a nigga sober
Hot boxin' till the spliff is over
I'm never scared, got no pistol on me
Krapa, fasa, baba let's
Start rolling out in chains
Krapa, fasa, baba let's
Start rolling out in chains