conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Dot Dot Dot with the following description: New track off the as-yet-unnamed Wiz/Big Sean/Curren$y mixtape with the songs Flowers, OTTR & Weed Brownies. On this joint (pun intended), the weed-smoking trio boast about their money, dimes and endless amounts of weed.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
  Yeah nigga
  This them weed raps y'all was talking about
  Aye, turn my headphones up
  I'm talking straight shit
  I got money now motherfucker
  I had money then but this real money bitch
  Hahahah, ohh
  [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  King size papers, king size bed
  Niggas blow money but I'd rather keep mine instead
  Roll something nigga, blow something
  Say you're ballin out of control, let a nigga hold something
  Especially if you got it and he don't put his niggas on
  Tell me what's the sense of even having it fo'
  Cause when you're broke, you'll have everything to gain
  When you lose it all, let you inhale out the vape
  Do it for the taste
  Usually I roll one up to pass around but now I'm smokin' to the face
  Cause chiefing with niggas is such a waste
  Unless they my niggas
  And nine times out of ten, they got their own pound with them
  Own pack of papers and filters, something to grind
  We be smoking them things like six at a time, five in the air
  Four breakin' down, three in my head, two on my mind, nigga [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  I keep more than
  [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  A bit of a pothead, it has been said
  I keep one rolled up like LL's pantlegs
  Full of life in this bitch, though I may seem half-dead
  Trust me, I'm cool, I just ain't talking to you
  And them checks coming through as just as I predicted
  Got a bigger portion cause the Jets eating off bigger dishes now
  Ain't I the biggest fish up in this pond?
  Since life's a bitch, tell her roll my shit up huh
  Secret compartment in my car, James Bond
  Though I'm James Bong, nigga bread long
  And my name known in e'ry home household
  Caught them pussies slippin' tryna squeeze in the mouse hole
  That cheese is not yours, you are not chose by the gods
  To live as we do so play your role in the movie, ain't no pause
  No rewind for no man, wait time, so I ain't wasting mine
  More grass, more green, more grind
  Nigga I keep [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  I keep more than
  [Verse 3: Big Sean]
  And these bitch ass niggas
  Fuck around, might have to bitch-smack me a nigga
  Roll around with a bunch of get-rich ass niggas
  Who the man? You ain't even gotta ask these niggas
  I'mma fuck around and take these niggas' last three pictures
  Man these bitches breaking they neck just to pass weed with us
  We roll, get high, get drunk, more shots, reload
  Too high, he knows, three more, C4, we blow
  Bitch, how could you be so fine?
  Shake that ass, she so mine
  Taking more double shots than free throw lines
  I might hit like three, four times
  They say "What the fuck is you on?" Fuck if I'm right
  Fuck it, I'm on, you fucking at home
  Watching my ass, mad that I'm on
  On my way to the top, and I'm coming along with one rolled
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  I keep more than one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
  I keep more than