Hella Smoke Songtext
von Rick Ross feat. Wiz Khalifa

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)