Pretty

All the pretty bitches love to smoke me

The gas first class ain't no rolling up no coach with me

Rising to the heavens while you clutching on ya rosary

Welcome to the clouds where the stoners be

We burning em down with high hopes of never reaching the ground

Roll some more in my bag there's a pound

When you smoking what I'm smoking you don't hear not a sound

Muthafuckas don't exist unless you want em around

In a room full of women only nigga around

Rolling em with perfecto tips and light the room with a smile

One chick might take a sniff but no judgement allowed

Shit she might be the richest muthafucka around