Lyrics Ty Dolla Sign – Irie

I woke up, I rolled some dank up with my niggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches
I got dressed, I mixed the Diesel with Versace
I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I’m irie

I’m irie, I’m irie, I’m irie
I’m irie, I’m irie
I’m irie, I’m irie
Yeah I’m irie
I’m irie, I’m irie
I’m irie, I’m irie

When I’m in Brooklyn I send runners through bodegas
Don’t bring no dutchie back homie I prefer papers
And I got love for the Nets but it’s still Lakers
I turn my music up, fuck my neighbors
I hit JFK, I’m going back to Cali
I got some OG Kush From San Fernando Valley
My nigga Beezy on the way from Rambo County
We keep some organic weed from grass valley
I got a bad bitch riding shotgun with the shotgun
Pocket full of money and some condoms
I’m a drop your bitch back off when I’m done
Hope you make your bitch get in the shower
That’s your bitch, she my bitch, too
She let the homie in, too
Niggas be coughing while their bitches fucking
My nigga, that ain’t nothing new
I’m the nigga that your bitch come to
When she wanna cheat on you
I hella be tripping, too, but I got more bitches than you

I woke up, I rolled some dank up with my niggas

I’m irie, I’m irie, I’m irie
I’m irie, yeah, I’m irie
I’m irie

It’s Taylor Gang, I get so high that it’s irrational,
When I pull up it’s first class, but international
I know some ratchet bitches and they rep the North side
We ain’t smoking on that pack unless it’s certified
Blow it by the zone, nigga, worth the grown
Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I’m on the phone
Take you to my home
Where we zip it up and pack it
Roll them joints up big as fuck, they tell me slow my roll and chill

This young boy gonna live it up
Pass the loud, you’d think that I smoke flavors
No bitches in the hood that don’t smoke papers
Ain’t tryna hear ’bout what you need because I got it
It’s on the plane ’cause I can’t leave the crib without it

Claim you smoke more weed than me, I really doubt it
If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she ’bout it
And rest in peace, go to my nigga right
Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day
Straight to the face, fuck what the police say

I woke up, I rolled some dank up with my niggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some Bitches
I got dressed, I mixed the Diesel with Versace
I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I’m irie

I’m irie, I’m irie, I’m irie
I’m irie, yeah, I’m irie
I’m irie