Get By Paroles

[Asher Roth:]
Drink my drink
Smoke my weed
Laying low
Fucking free
I'll tell you like they told me
Your money doesn't grow on trees
If it did I'd be good
I'd be rich
I'd be sick
I'd be in some island with a Jonna Hanna sipping red
But instead paying rent
Money spent
Money lent
Money has a couple friends
Yo what the fuck it don't make sense
Smoke a joint
Let it be
Let it breathe
Let it free
[Asher Roth:]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, roll up, roll up, roll up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, roll up, roll up, roll up

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