Hate Bein' Sober

[Hook: Chief Keef] Damn I hate being sober, I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking, and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober [Verse 1: Chief Keef] On my tour bus we get dumb high you’s a floor boy Fredo got a hangover he toting a Cobra Last night he was shooting shit up like O-Dog Reesy rollin, Tadoe got hoes on mollies Chief Sosa, Ballout, we high riding ‘Raris My bitches love drinking, some love smoking Let my alcoholic bitch hit the dutch, she start choking Call up D-Money, now we throw money All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies Call up D-Money, now we throw money All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies [Hook] [Verse 2: 50 Cent] We got 100 pounds of this shit, my stash house with them bricks My pockets filled with them stacks, my bitch be gone off a flat She a hot tamale when she pop a molly, it's time to party, we party hard Drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, we high for sure I came in back of that Rolls, nigga I ain’t stuntin' them hoes I trick a bitch to suck dick Trick, what you spend on her, we spend on clothes Too young for me she want Sosa, shooters in the Range Rover That's GBE, when them two-two-threes get to flyin' bitch its over See my ring chain and my Rolex when I’m flexin' Bitch I got to get mine, nigga get outta line, I check 'em See this gangsta's shit done to perfection Nigga better believe me, I make it look easy [Hook] [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] My weed so strong, my cheese so long Roll so many joints soon I might need a lung Spend so many grands that I might need some bands That's your bitch why she acting like she need a man? I’m faded, talking mills cause I made it Talking pounds cause I smoke it Talking game cause I played it I’m wasted, Rose thats my favorite OG kush, you can taste it Buying Cris' by the cases I hate being sober Dont smell no one smoking Me and my niggas gon' roll up Believe they gon' fire on you You think you could roll up You smoke by the ounce Well bitch, I smoke by the pound ‘cause [Hook]