Young Millionaires lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yeah, too drunk to even talk in this bitch
Speaking another language
That's rich shit
Get rich to this
Get rich to this
Fuck you doin' nigga
Get rich to this
Get rich to this
Get rich to this
Get rich to this
I was raised in the pitts
Where if you my age you in a cage or a ditch
But in my case never complained, never simped
Especially nowadays cause now I'm payed in a bitch
Hopping off that plane, somewhere I already been
The menu come in English, but the waiters speaking French
And haters ain't convinced
I ain't mad at em
I also made a 100K today and then laugh at em
I'm smoking on the bag that a nigga then have to stash
I payed cash for it, even my OG niggas be passing on it
My outfit always on some dumb shit, yeah I'm that ignorant
And keep my camera man with me cause I'm that historic
Bank account enormous, out ya category
Not to mention, got a closet full of that Dior shit
Niggas claiming that they new, ain't nothin new they bore me
I'm too into doin me for me to copy your shit
My diamonds shinin, yeah my ice is gorgeous
My flights are private, and my wife is flawless
I'm just livin my life
We are, we are
Young Millionaires
So everywhere we go
We look strange to ya'll
We are, we are
Young Millionaires
So everywhere we go
We look strange to ya'll
Get rich to this
Get rich to this
Get rich to this
Get rich to this
I had a dream that told me I'ma win
Just set my Rolly today and bout to have to change the time again
And I could prolly deal with the game without these fucked niggas chimin in
They told me I changed cus of money, nigga, money wasn't the problem here
Nor will it ever be nigga
Talk aloud with all my accomplices
Smokin pounds cus we proud of all our accomplishments (everyday)
Started at the bottom, made it out the bottom since
I guess gettin dollars just makes common sense
I guess that mean I'm ballin and you on the bench
I guess all of these commas mean I'm kinda rich
I guess that mean I'm spoiled cus my life's a bitch
We are, we are
Young Millionaires
So everywhere we go
We look strange to ya'll
We are, we are
Young Millionaires
So everywhere we go
We look strange to ya'll
Get rich to this
Get rich to this
Get rich to this
Get rich to this
Fuckin Punk
Speech lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Shake'n bake
Nigga ain't doin' nothing, just sittin' here and swaggin
It's easy though
It's easy to not give a fuck
Fresh outta first class, fresh outta purp nap
My outfit straight outta hearse, I'm fresh to death
My car from overseas, the steering wheel on the other side
I'm givin' it all I got and smokin' what's left
So much money on weed, so much smoke in my chest
I take the lessons I learned and put 'em all in my flesh
Tatted, got a strong weed habit
Going hard, could have sworn you niggas had it
Buying champagne, what the tab is
We order more drinks, bring the cabs in
Rip up jeans, call it fashion
A lot of cash and a lot of grass
You niggas broke, you ain't gotta pass
Chanel bags and them Prada tags
Spendin' stash, you ain't gotta stack
Young and rich, don't know how to act
As the wheels keep spinnin' and my joint keep burning
And my team keep winnin'
Roll up, what's the hold up, up
Roll up, what's the hold up, up
Thinking of some shit, that rap taught me
Sittin' in a whip, that rap bought me
Look at all the things that I'm affording
My nigga mean I'm ballin' like a sports team
You doin' some shit you think's flossin'
I was doing that back, when I was fourteen
Gettin' it, buying the most, flippin' it
Sixteen, time to pay rent in this bitch
I wasn't even thinking of making millions
I was just thinking, smokin' and chillin'
And trying to pay the bills, try get my mom out this building
And I got my mom out of this building
I never took a hand out
Matter fact I put my hand in
Now everything you see is planned by me
Boss of my own shit, Taylor Gang Ent
Nothing but that cali strong
Gettin' blown by the pound, bitch, TNT
Uh
Roll up, what's the hold up, up
Roll up, what's the hold up, up
You Party lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Hand me that weed
Uh
Cause I be bakin' when I'm wakin', shinin' cause I'm grindin'
Smokin' while I'm drivin', diamonds in my timing, bitch
Overflow with smoke, it smell like OG when I pull up
Only fuck with OGs, so that's what my clique is full of
Niggas get a 'lil love actin' like they're famous
Found out what your name is, now you think you made it
If you're so fucking hot, my nig', you should be gettin' paid then
But you ain't selling nothing, you're just an internet sensation
Got a package coming, every state I stay in
Ain't no writing checks at the bank no more, I just weigh in
Rolling up the weed, put the KK in the equation
Let you hit the Marley
Let me hear it
It's part of the game, it's all that I know
We sleep on the plane, we live on the road
It's part of the game, it's all that I know
We sleep on the plane, we live on the road
And away we go
TGOD Mafia Intro lyrics - Juicy J
[Juicy J:]
[?]
It's time mane...
TGOD Mafia, 808 Mafia, Three Six Mafia!
Light your motherfuckin' shit up...
Pop what you need to pop...
Pull up [?] what the fuck you need to pull up...
And if you ain't doing none of that shit, need to be
Let's go!
Da Power lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro - Juicy J:]
Man you niggas don't know how long I've been grindin' bruh
Yeah mane, real shit real spit
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'ma give it to you, how you want it
In the jungle getting money
Smoking L's by the 100
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money, the power and the money
I went from the bando to the island with the money
In the room, bag it up, for 4 hours with the money
I go bang, bang, bang, bang, for the power and the money
All these 0's in my check, the bank keep piling up my money
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
You need money for these whores, you need money for these wars
You ain't getting money then you ain't a man, you a boy
Spent 100 on my toys, spent 100 on my tour
I just cashed out on a 100, bout to make 100 more
Want no problems with a G, nigga I fuck yo bitch for free
Got her busting wide open, got her rolling up my weed
Brought her best friend in, got 2 bitches all on me
Then get back to the Backwoods stuffed with plenty of OG
Been in this shit and I've been an OG
All my niggas make it up out of the streets
Most of these niggas ain't been in the streets
Can't let a bitch take advantage of me
She came in with you but she wanna fuck me
2 shots of my liquor, she leaving with me
Feeling like 2, I may leave here with 3
I blew so much money, I feel like Big Meech
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'ma give it to you, how you want it
In the jungle getting money
Smoking L's by the 100
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money, the power and the money
I went from the bando to the island with the money
In the room, bag it up, for 4 hours with the money
I go bang, bang, bang, bang, for the power and the money
All these 0's in my check, the bank keep piling up my money
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
They say Young Khalifa why you sound like that?
Then how the fuck you blow it by the pound like that?
How you young but you still run your town like that?
Got that talk shit, believe it's goin' down like that
Why you keep them G's around like that?
Why you treat them niggas like some clowns like that?
We ain't do it he got found like that
Fuck around and catch 100 rounds like that
I'ma drive my Porsche today nigga just because
I go wild and get this paper nigga just because
Stay away from you fuck niggas, ain't no love
Get your money, what you waiting for?
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'ma give it to you, how you want it
In the jungle getting money
Smoking L's by the 100
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money, the power and the money
I went from the bando to the island with the money
In the room, bag it up, for 4 hours with the money
I go bang, bang, bang, bang, for the power and the money
All these 0's in my check, the bank keep piling up my money
[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
The money keep piling and piling
The bitches get wilder and wilder
All of my niggas so violent
I just might buy this whole island
I'm lovin' the view but it's time to bust moves, so I might just hop in the coupe
Watch what you say to me? Watch what you do to me cause my young nigga might shoot
Bitch you know I got the juice, why you think they call me Juice
500 dollar shots, you might wanna mix it with juice
In the Rolls or the Benz, bankroll full of bands
Fuck some girls and her friends, tryna do this shit again
Yeah it's blood on the money, we got love for the money
But I ain't got nothing but slugs for a nigga tryna take something from me
It's all about money and power, fuck on yo bitch for an hour
Then nut in her mouth and then kick the bitch out
Before she can even take a shower
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'ma give it to you, how you want it
In the jungle getting money
Smoking L's by the 100
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money, the power and the money
I went from the bando to the island with the money
In the room, bag it up, for 4 hours with the money
I go bang, bang, bang, bang, for the power and the money
All these 0's in my check, the bank keep piling up my money
Medication lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro:]
Must be nice
Ride fancy cars
And spend money how you wanna spend it you know
[Hook - Juicy J:]
Roll me up a 8th I need some inspiration
Pour me up a 8th I need some motivation
Only thing I hate bout drugs is the preparation
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
I smoke everyday that's that dedication
Never sober always high that's that levitation
This shit get me where I'm going that's that transportation
Niggas try to hold me back that's that desperation
This shit go straight to my head that's that education
Niggas asking all those questions that's investigation
Wanna know my next move that's that anticipation
Had to catch that bitch off that's that cancelation
I was smoking the day I got off probation
I stay rolling up extendos bruh that's duplication
Got so much money in my pocket I'm a cash station
Got so much loud in my blunt that's a gas station
[Hook - Juicy J:]
Roll me up a 8th I need some inspiration
Pour me up a 8th I need some motivation
Only thing I hate bout drugs is the preparation
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Drinking on treys and smoking that weed but don't blaze it
Roll up a joint and just face it
I just be going trough phases
Hit your bitch all from the back while I'm pulling her braids
Nigga we famous when I walk in the club
Niggas throw the gang up
Get to this paper get her to the crib
Have relations never call her again
I just be balling my friend made my own way
Through the game cause I'm smarter than them
And I go harder than them
I knew I was great when I ain't have a dollar to spend
There go that pothead again
Can't go to the club with you less my whole squad getting in
Tattoos all over my body don't fuck with security
Know all my real niggas got me
We in the lobby, smoking that weed like I'm Marley
TM this beat is a problem, crazy to think you could stop us, and homie
We ain't got no patients cause we ain't no doctors
Used to have weed in my locker, now every bitch you see on my team is a model
Drinking it straight out the bottle, going so hard I don't think I'll wake up tomorrow
[Hook - Juicy J:]
Roll me up a 8th I need some inspiration
Pour me up a 8th I need some motivation
Only thing I hate bout drugs is the preparation
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
I'm bout to smoke me some gas
I'm bout to roll me a zip
I'm bout to pour me some drank
Nothing less than 2 5th's
I'm bout to smack some ass, shawty gone get her a tip
I'm bout to go in my stash, I'm bout to make me some flips
Yup, roll me up some inspiration
Pour me up some motivation
Roll me up some inspiration
Pour me up some motivation
Cup full of syrup, no pancakes
Welcome to my dab game, first 48
How high can you get, I'm in outer space
All I smoke is moon rocks, and equator cake
White girl thick like mayonnaise, trippy sticking with her ass out
Dab until I pass out, gas mask dabs, Fire it up propane
Top shelf reserve, I don't smoke no name
Who got the loud pack? Who got the plug on the strong?
Smoking them cookies, I need amber glass to get on
Who smoke blunts? who smoking them papers?
Light them bitches, fuck yo neighbors!
Where Was You lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Hook - Juicy J:]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
Where was you when I ain’t have a pot to piss in
Where was you when my homie came up missing
Where was you when I was out here on the clock
I can tell you this you waddn’t on the block
But its alright I hustle all night
You be smoking shit you be all hype
Mane that shit was vicious how can I forget it
Pushing all these chickens tryna get a ticket
I might leave a trail cause my swag drippin’
All this shit you talking bout you know I live it
I’m LeBron with the vision you a witness
This Jordan on my chain bigger than a midget
[Hook - Juicy J:]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Where the fuck was you nigga, when I was a young nigga
I done held guns for niggas, that was fun for my niggas
Smoking weed in the trap living comfortable nigga
If the police came then we run from them niggas
Couple niggas start snitching, we ain't fuck with them niggas
Gotta problem we pull up with a truck full niggas
I’m a boss I ain’t nothing like these other lil niggas
Got no trust for these niggas, got no love for these niggas
If this was back in the day we’d bust on the niggas
I ’ont argue in the street I don’t fucks with no nigga
We find out where we could meet then we jump on a nigga
And they do that shit for cheap, so its nothing lil nigga
[Hook - Juicy J:]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (gang gang gang gang gang gang gang)
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (where was you)
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)
[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
I might have a actress laying on my mattress
I ain’t with that talking bitch I’m bout that action
Call me uncle sam cause you know I’m taxing’
Yo bitch swallow my seed but you ain’t in my bracket
Please don’t get me twisting just because I’m rapping
I can send a head out on you like a tackle
I could show you how to cook ‘em up and wrap ‘em
I could tell you bout that Mac and I ain’t talking Apple
Cause I can get you knocked off for no charge nigga
You gone take it in the chest like a charge nigga
I swear that street shit get my dawgs charged nigga
You say you can get me right but what you charge nigga
[Hook - Juicy J:]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (gang gang gang gang gang gang gang)
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (where was you)
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)
[Outro - Juicy J:]
Lemme chirp these fools
I can barely hear you, no wonder I can’t see you
I landed the jet and went and bought a bald eagle
I’m on tour with niggas from my hood thats my people
And they used to push the rock like Memphis Bleek and Beanie Sigel
I ain’t see you when I ain’t have a whip to get around
You won’t with me at the bottom, I’m not fuckin' with you now
Ran into a young nigga say he look up to me
Juicy drop that new shit you gon' fuck up the streets
Bought to fuck up a check, and then I’m off for a week
Met a bitch at the Versace store and fucked her to sleep
When I’m finished with her I’mma drop her off where I found her
And I wake up every morning to the sound of money counters
All Night lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro:]
6AM. Los Vegas
In a suit, yeah, I got bitches on the way
[Hook:]
Mix the weed with the drank and let's have a good night
Mix the xan with codeine and she about to take flight
And she on ecstasy so she fucking all night
All night, yeah she fucking all night [x2]
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
I like to mix it all up
Cause nigga I don't give a fuck
I be so dosed, smoking that dope ain't no telling what's in my cup
You ain't putting nothing on nothing my nigga so you should Just shut the fuck up
You ain't been rolling nothing, I'm trying to stuff 7 grams up in my blunt
My back wood like a back, gotta roll it off a flat
She started off on her knees she gonna end up on her back
She mixing the xan with the purp
Noddin' off look like she breaking her neck
I gotta treat that ass like a lateral she steady throwing it back
Mixing the kush with the purp that's how you smoke when you rich
I drop a bean in the lean that's how you get high as shit
Mixing the dark with the white and bubbly we gon just call it a twist
I'm a just pass that bitch to my lil bro we gonna call that an assist
[Hook:]
Mix the weed with the drank and let's have a good night
Mix the xan with codeine and she about to take flight
And she on ecstasy so she fucking all night
All night, yeah she fucking all night [x2]
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
I like to party all night
Fuck a bitch black or she white
Older bitch might be from Canada
Give me her cheese like a manager
Her nigga a lame he can't handle her
She gave me brain on the camera
Smoke weed but got stamina
Gin turn me into an animal
Don't Snapchat me that pussy I want it for real
She claim that she ain't fucking but she know the deal
Got bars like jail
Got pounds on a scale
Fuck a broad and don't tell
She only get taco bell
Niggas buying they own coffin they just need the nail
I turn on the TV and watch the KK sail
Wake up in the morning and roll me some joints put them all in the air
Just pour me up some drinks I'm about to
[Hook:]
Mix the weed with the drank and let's have a good night
Mix the xan with codeine and she about to take flight
And she on ecstasy so she fucking all night
All night, yeah she fucking all night [x2]
[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
You got that xan and lean she gon' fuck you on sight
When she wake up from her I'm a give her all pipe
And that pussy ain't that good that shit was just alright
Had to call my homie and tell him that it just all hype
And that bitches gave me dome and it took all night
And that sloppy ain't toppy she didn't hold the balls right
She just wanna do drugs and smoke my weed up all night
So I kicked that bitch out and told her bust a hard right
See she a cutie with a booty but she don't know what she doin'
So I had to stop her tell that bitch to keep it movin'
Money right infront of her but she don't know what she viewin'
Put a milli in her mouth but she don't know what she chewin'
[Hook:]
Mix the weed with the drank and let's have a good night
Mix the xan with codeine and she about to take flight
And she on ecstasy so she fucking all night
All night, yeah she fucking all night [x2]
I See It I Want It lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'm tryna get you some hoe
You better get you some dough
You hate I'm a get some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo'
I'm tryna get you some hoe
You better get you some dough
You hate I'm a get some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo'
I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it
I on't care about the cost
I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it
I on't care about the cost
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
I used to sleep on the floor
Now I can sleep with your hoe
Now I can sleep with a couple bitches you'd never get to know
I seen her I want her I got her
Fucked her and don't know shit bout her
I ain't even gotta say shit to the bitch and I fuck around and get some dough out her
Stay down like a lowrider, now I might smoke a lil louder
200 Thou' when I slide up, bitch wanna fuck I ain't even gotta bribe her
Made it out the hood I survived it, but I kept grinding'
That's why I still be shining, riding around in all these diamonds
But hatin' just make me greater, I ain't gone chance I'm a get this paper
All this sauce nigga all this flavor
All these hundreds look at all these layers
I make it look E like a layup
Nigga weigh up I'm a stay up
Nigga owe me bread better pay up
Put this shit together nigga everything taylor
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'm tryna get you some hoe
You better get you some dough
You hate I'm a get some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo'
I'm tryna get you some hoe
You better get you some dough
You hate I'm a get some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo'
I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it
I on't care about the cost
I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it
I on't care about the cost
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
If ever my [?] getting low
My niggas pulled up they grabbing their masks
Your girl looked out on the low
She ain't fuckin you less she getting cash
These niggas in the way bruh they gave em last
I make a bitch go back to her ratchet past
Drinkin' smokin' in the club when you don't think it's open
Got you passin' out cause this weed is potent
These Niggas start reppin' the gang
These girls they look at his chain
Always been a real nigga dawg that ain't gone change
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'm tryna get you some hoe
You better get you some dough
You hate I'm a get some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo'
I'm tryna get you some hoe
You better get you some dough
You hate I'm a get some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo'
I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it
I on't care about the cost
I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it
I on't care about the cost
[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
Fly as shit only, all these bitches on me
These niggas ain't your homie
Momma tried to warn me, you don't even know me how he fuck you want beef
How you say you run this shit but you ain't even in the streets
And You can't even peep game you can't even see I'm the realist nigga in it I'm an OG
I'm Still tryna' count my cash I got in '03
Still riding looking for them niggas who owe me
And fuck them dirty cops like a dirty thots
I got some young niggas riding with them dirty mops
And they'll clean you up find your crib clean you out
Got a young nigga named Kobe take too many shots
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'm tryna get you some hoe
You better get you some dough
You hate I'm a get some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo'
I'm tryna get you some hoe
You better get you some dough
You hate I'm a get some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo' and some mo'
I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it
I on't care about the cost
I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it, I see it I want it I got it
I on't care about the cost
Hit Me Up lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro:]
Man ever since I did this song with Katy Perry mane you know what I'm sayin, niggas try to say I changed, I'm like, nigga you changed, you greedy, wasn't loyal
[Hook - Juicy J:]
All these niggas got so much to say
Well call me when they start talkin' money
All these bitches got so much to say
Well call me when they start talkin' money
I say call me when they start talkin' money
Go on hit me up
I say call me when they start talkin' money
Gon hit me up
All these people got so much to say
Well call me when they start talkin' money
Gon hit me up
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
Nigga fund start runnin' low you know how they do
They never wanna blame they self they blame it all on you
I handle my business, I can't handle yours too
They can't talk me out my fuckin' money now they wanna sue
Nigga get off yo ass you can't walk in my shoes
Back when I was in the mud nigga where the fuck was you?
Mane this game so fake, first they love you then they hate you
Rappers diss you on the tape but in the street they scared to face you
You can't trust these record labels, ain't no friends in this shit
Niggas with you 'til they do a interview then they switch
Now they got so much to say, they on twitter throwing shade
I don't pay that shit no mind, I'm too busy getting paid
[Hook - Juicy J:]
All these niggas got so much to say
Well call me when they start talkin' money
All these bitches got so much to say
Well call me when they start talkin' money
I say call me when they start talkin' money
Go on hit me up
I say call me when they start talkin' money
Gon' hit me up
All these people got so much to say
Well call me when they start talkin' money
Gon' hit me up
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Call me when you start calling cinash'
I was in the yellow car with binash
Young nigga but I'm bout my bidness'
You was trippin' call me when you finish
Hundred grand in just a couple minutes
Lot of girls in here you the thickest
Brought your home girl what the deal is?
Had to kick her out she wasn't with it
Money on my mind, God that's my witness
I'm a take your phone, ain't no takin' pictures
Move like Obama so you think I'm tryna' diss ya
Call you in the morning you'll be thankful that I hit ya
Khalifa man
[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
Family members all in my business and shit (fucked up)
Always on my phone talkin' bout give me some shit
I hear so many rumors, bitches gossipin' niggas too
You know its fucked up when niggas actin' like bitches do
I can't do yo show if you ain't got my deposit
You a janky promotor don't got my check its a problem
Niggas all on my line talkin' bout verses for free
So many clowns its startin' to look like a circus to me
They won't give a nigga space, tryna find out who I'm fuckin'
Wanna know all my business, like its gonna pay em or something
I know niggas be talkin' I know bitches be talkin'
But I got nothing to say if you ain't makin' a offer
[Hook - Juicy J:]
All these niggas got so much to say
Well call me when they start talkin' money
All these bitches got so much to say
Well call me when they start talkin' money
I say call me when they start talkin' money
Go on hit me up
I say call me when they start talkin' money
Gon' hit me up
All these people got so much to say
Well call me when they start talkin' money
Gon' hit me up
Green Suicide lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro:]
I got my own strand of weed, its comin' out, It's called Green Suicide
It's got be at y'all local dispensary
[Hook - Juicy J:]
This that shit, This that shit
That'll have you sky high
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
Have you leaning' with a ratchet hoe
This that shit, this that shit
That have you light up on a dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you loose yo fuckin' mind
We call it Green Suicide
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
This that shit will have you feeling like you Superman
This that shit that have you feein'l like you in a Lamb
This the type of shit that make you blow a hundred grand
This the type of shit that make yo bitch come fuck the fam
Once you take one hit of this you gon' feel so high you not coming' back
This is that shit that have me wilding' and spazzin' on all of them tracks
This is that shit that have me pimpin' bitches that bringin' me racks
All in the while I be smellin' like Cookies and shit while I'm running thru racks
Aye this that shit you never smoked before
Yeah this that shit that make you wanna choke
Aye this that shit that'll have you on the floor (yeah)
Aye this that shit that'll make you kick a door
[Hook - Juicy J:]
This that shit, This that shit
That'll have you sky high
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
Have you leaning' with a ratchet hoe
This that shit, this that shit
That have you light up on a dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you loose yo fuckin' mind
We call it Green Suicide
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Put that shit off in your lungs
Break it down roll you a joint
We smoke it all til its done
Three pounds all til its done
Beef with my squad better run
Millions I want more than one
Bad hoes I want more than one
Just a bought a car for my son
Put that shit in the garage he'll drive it when he's old enough
Had to go switch up my bank the old one wouldn't hold enough
Old bitches cuttin' me off say I don't hit they phone enough
If you ain't down with the gang then my big you can't roll with us
Codeine in the Soda, I put KK in the Cone
And I took a bitch and I don't know her
Pour some drink I'm never sober
I done rolled a hundred drinks and I don't leave the crib
Even hit snoop hit it once and said he need a zip, nigga
[Hook - Juicy J:]
This that shit, This that shit
That'll have you sky high
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
Have you leaning' with a ratchet hoe
This that shit, this that shit
That have you light up on a dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you loose yo fuckin' mind
We call it Green Suicide
[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
I'm working like a boss, smokin' like a chief
Smokin' on a pound lookin' like a reef
This shit put you down put yo ass to sleep
This shit have me buyin' a pound every other week
3-5 in my zone, she like damn this long (mm hmm)
One puff and she gone, she like damn this shit strong
I'm like yeah bitch I'm on, You ain't used to this shit
You ain't used to this fire weed, you ain't used to gettin' lit
Aye, this that shit that make you act a fool
Aye, this that shit that have you skippin' school
Aye, this that shit that make you go bizerk
But this that shit that make you put in work
[Hook - Juicy J:]
This that shit, This that shit
That'll have you sky high
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
Have you leaning' with a ratchet hoe
This that shit, this that shit
That have you light up on a dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you loose yo fuckin' mind
We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
Go to your local dispensary tell em' you want new Juicy J weed
Green Suicide Nigga, knock you on your motherfuckin' ass nigga this that shit
Bossed Up lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro - Juicy J:]
Time waist for no man
You gotta boss up man
It's time to stop playing around, being lazy nigga
Get up and get to the money nigga
Grind nigga
Believe in your motherfucking self nigga
Motivation bruh
[Hook - Juicy J:]
Started off with nothing, now I'm bossed up
Started in the gutter now I'm bossed up
Got it out the mud now I'm flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I'm bossed up, you don't wanna cross us
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
If you rich then you a gangsta nigga
All the tough shit, that ain't gangsta nigga
Fuck around and find you in a bodybag
I'm just tryna fill out all these moneybags
See me, I'm what a drug dealer dream about
Fucking bad bitches, backing beamers out
If niggas want some smoke we pull them steamers out
I be so damn fresh, I cashed the cleaners out
See niggas taking shots but I'm so bulletproff
I just laugh at 'em, couple Bentley coupe
I swear I be so high I gotta loose the roof
See niggas got a lackers, they know I'm the truth
See where I'm from nobody gives a fuck about you
I know rappers, I know trappers, I know real clappers
If you ain't getting money nigga then you hustle backwards
Choppers on the backseat if you want some action
[Hook - Juicy J:]
Started off with nothing, now I'm bossed up
Started in the gutter now I'm bossed up
Got it out the mud now I'm flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I'm bossed up, you don't wanna cross us
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Bosses, I'm with bosses I don't care bout what the costs is
We ain't tryna take no losses, we don't deal with fake shit often
I ain't after go to college, taught my self and now I'm balling
Like the summer I went out to New Orleans and came back bossing
And if a nigga play me we gone toss 'em
I don't touch 'em, I just got to make call
They waiting for me to fall but that ain't bout to happen
They playing tough but they ain't saying much about the captain
My niggas bout that action
You [?] your bitch heard about the thing I'm packing
I don't care about no fashion, I'm a writer not a rapper
No day moving past us, niggas moving backwards
I ain't worried bout the pussy I'm just wondering where the cash is
I just do it different, I just made my cake the fastest
If a nigga tripping get a thing and then we blast it
I just rolled some weed and fucked your bitch, that's why I'm laughing
It's young Wiz, Taylor Gang
[Hook - Juicy J:]
Started off with nothing, now I'm bossed up
Started in the gutter now I'm bossed up
Got it out the mud now I'm flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I'm bossed up, you don't wanna cross us
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up
[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
I might be that nigga that might run your label
I might be that nigga put food on your table
I might bee that nigga that you see on cable
But I'm bossed up so my young nigga might pay you
The devil working on me so I'm prayed up
Them niggas went to bed so I stayed up
How many times I gotta tell you I'm a player
King of my city, I might run for mayor
Mafia yeah that's that new mafia
Niggas see you shining so they copy ya
Now they all sitting round plotting on stopping ya
But that's when all them bodies popping up
I got a dope bitch, she be on some dope shit
Your bitch on some hoe shit, she just want the dope dick
Coke in her veins now she wanna fuck the whole clique
She gone bust it open, she say she can take the whole dick
[Hook - Juicy J:]
Started off with nothing, now I'm bossed up
Started in the gutter now I'm bossed up
Got it out the mud now I'm flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I'm bossed up, you don't wanna cross us (cross us)
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up
[Outro - Juicy J:]
All my niggas bossed up
All my niggas sauced up [x3]
She In Love lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Hook - Juicy J:]
She in love with the dope, nigga
I ain't got no love for no hoe, nigga
She in love with the gold, nigga
I ain't got no love for no gold digger
Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
I'd be with the thirst with the cold killers
Say you know that plug, I'm like soul nigga
Still got them drugs in the flow nigga
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
I got plot on the drinks, I got money in the bank
I can put some niggas on you like piranhas in the tape
All these thirsty bitches I heard like piranhas in the tape
All these bitches out here hoeing are regardless what you think
Go the hardest in the bank, I buy hard and you can't
Fuck that bitch like no tomorrow, she gon' swallow like a drink
She gon' chase you with the balls and the miley on her sing
I'm a star, I'm a shine like the diamonds in my lane
Chillin' with my feet up, gotta keep my heat up
Call her meet, I meet her, she must want that pussy beat up
I know how to treat her, swear I switch the switcher
Smoke her like fajitas, hit her and then delete her (delete her)
[Hook - Juicy J:]
She in love with the dope, nigga
I ain't got no love for no hoe, nigga
She in love with the gold, nigga
I ain't got no love for no gold digger
Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
I'd be with the thirst with the cold killers
Say you know that plug, I'm like soul nigga
Still got them drugs in the flow nigga
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Bitch, you're a bitch
Ricky P said you was talking that shit
How you're a hoe when you ain't rich?
Need to open your mouth up and eat a dick
Niggas paying for pussy fucking up the gang
Say they're players but they're squares, you're so fucking lame
Stop saying you're a pimp when you're tricking nigga
You ain't a pimp, you're just simp
Took her out the street, you put new shoes on her feet
She gon' fuck another rapper, she gon' fuck an athlete
You could turn her into a wife, but she still gon' be a freak
It's young Khalifa man, now just practice what I preach
Bitch, I ain't paying them!
[Hook - Juicy J:]
She in love with the dope, nigga
I ain't got no love for no hoe, nigga
She in love with the gold, nigga
I ain't got no love for no gold digger
Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
I'd be with the thirst with the cold killers
Say you know that plug, I'm like soul nigga
Still got them drugs in the flow nigga
[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
Okay, this for all my niggas, got a dope case
Don't play, police tap your phone looking for hoze
Okay, they even got some pics of all our Rose
No way you never would've thought it would be your day
Okay, what about that hoe? She thirsty
No way, never trust these hoes, it ain't the old days
No way, I don't get no fuck about no hoe say
No way, she ain't good for nothing but some foreplay
Ahh ahh, should've never let her see no foe-way
Tell that bitch what she wanna hear, that's the old way
Shouldn't have let her see the crib, she won't go away
Fuck that bitch and replace her, that's a throwaway
[Hook - Juicy J:]
She in love with the dope, nigga
I ain't got no love for no hoe, nigga
She in love with the gold, nigga
I ain't got no love for no gold digger
Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
I'd be with the thirst with the cold killers
Say you know that plug, I'm like soul nigga
Still got them drugs in the flow nigga
Breaking News lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa) (feat. Project Pat)
[Juicy J:]
Man there's so many niggas out here still owe me fucking money and shit mane
You know what I'm saying
Shit crazy man
Keep that shit though dawg
We still getting mo
(808 Mafia)
[Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa:]
Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot
Fire his ass up
Make his body rock
Make his body rock
Make his body rock
Breaking news
He pronounced dead on the spot
I know what they say
But know what I say?
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I know what they say
But know what I say?
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
[Juicy J:]
I ain't playing bout the money nigga Bang bang
Pull up on your block
Bang bang
No diamonds in my watch
This a plain jane
If you keep punching the clock
You get the same thang
I got a Bent with no top
That bitch nasty
My chain got a 100 rocks
That bitch flashy
How I made it to the top?
Don't even ask me
I just pulled off with your thot
That bitch trashy
I fishtail off the lot
My shit go 200
Pockets full of Papa Smurfs
Nothing but blue money
Nigga hate, probably mad cause I fucked your woman (I fucked her)
Shorty all in your face
She never saw it coming
[Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa:]
Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot
Fire his ass up
Make his body rock
Make his body rock
Make his body rock
Breaking news
He pronounced dead on the spot
I know what they say
But know what I say?
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I know what they say
But know what I say?
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I throw two fingers or two hands
That means gang, gang
I make a call to my shooters
That mean gang bang
These niggas tricking on these broads
That's a shame shame
I did it once but won't never do it again, again
I'm smoking KK so we never on the same strain
I'm flying private so we never on the same plane
It's me and YOLO ratchet chick
I got her giving brain
Ran up on'em now the homies like
Don't die kane, mane
My new car insane
I'm in the ghost, getting ghost
Out here switching lanes
And if a nigga act tough
Then my niggas spray
They don't care they hitting everything that's in the way
Taylor Gang
[Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa:]
Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot
Fire his ass up
Make his body rock
Make his body rock
Make his body rock
Breaking news
He pronounced dead on the spot
I know what they say
But know what I say?
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I know what they say
But know what I say?
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
[Project Pat:]
I don't rock with you niggas like that-aaa
Breako to the head
Come up off them recordaaas
Barrell to the stomach
Chopper blowing out his back-aaa
Pull like [?] moves if the walls to my backaaa
Then I'ma creep at a low speed
Chopper what you gone see
Fire out them AK barrels the last thing you gone see
If I'm masked up then you got a better chance of living
If I'm bird faced then
It's just according to how I'm feeling
You niggas like hoes
You like to argue and fuss
I raise up that fire stick I'ma let it buss
Find your body somewhere [?] like some rock cocaine
Shot him in the head
Brains, hanging like a chain
[Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa:]
Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot
Fire his ass up
Make his body rock
Make his body rock
Make his body rock
Breaking news
He pronounced dead on the spot
I know what they say
But know what I say?
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I know what they say
But know what I say?
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
I say, fuck them niggas
Itself lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
If that pussy good it's gon' sell itself
If that dope A1 then it's gon' sell itself
If that bankroll all 100's, it speak for itself
Do it by myself, I don't need no help
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go
Bitch been sellin' pussy, lookin' for them rookies
Man your bitch is took in if I catch a lookin'
She just wanna come with me and smoke on this Cookie
I think all these bitches gay and all these niggas crooked
On my way to Cali smokin' on some Cali
Mo' money, mo' problems when I'm in the valley
I swear I love the dough, I swear I love to count it
I can tell you everything you need to know about it
What's beef to a nigga ridin' with a chopper?
Money on my mind, ain't thinkin' 'bout a robber
Run up on this Bentley you gon' need a doctor
I just have my lil' homie hop out, pop it and drop you
If that pussy good it's gon' sell itself
If that dope A1 then it's gon' sell itself
If that bankroll all 100's, it speak for itself
Do it by myself, I don't need no help
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go
If I wasn't a boss don't know what I'd be
Was 19 years old in the club with no ID
I just need to flex, then she comin' home with me
All-A-All about the money, that's the only thing
Married to the game, I don't need no wedding ring
She wanna fuck a rapper, that's her biggest dream
Might get out on you, but she ain't foolin' me
In a week I might just take down two or three
Takin' trips to Vegas, I'm with major players
Smokin' kush in papers, I don't fuck with fakers
Put that pussy on a platter, she's your waitress
It ain't 'bout the money, I might see you later
If that pussy good it's gon' sell itself
If that dope A1 then it's gon' sell itself
If that bankroll all 100's, it speak for itself
Do it by myself, I don't need no help
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go
You know how this game go, ain't no life after death
Man, somebody gotta die
Swear to God, I'm fresh to death
Bitches got you hypnotized, see it in your damn eyes
Niggas out here kickin' doors lookin' for the grand prize
See, I'm just lookin' for the baddest bitch to fuck tonight
She wanna give it up to me cause you ain't fuck her right
Shawty actin' like her fingers all she want is pipe
This my last day in town, she wanna fuck it all night
But I'ma fuck and kick her out, then call another one
Yea, I'm a nasty boy so I need to double up
The world is filled with hoes, nigga, get you one
If player-hatin' was a sport you would be number one
If that pussy good it's gon' sell itself
If that dope A1 then it's gon' sell itself
If that bankroll all 100's, it speak for itself
Do it by myself, I don't need no help
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls
Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go
You know how this game go, nigga
The pussy, the dope, the bankrolls
It's all these niggas wanna do, man, and celebrate
I don't see shit wrong with it
You're supposed to celebrate, man
It's what life is all about man, enjoy, lookin' ass nigga
Luxury Flow lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro:]
1 AM, stone as night
Still blessed to have you here with me
Real shit, so I'm still kicking it
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
I do it better than most of these guys
Getting money is the joke to these guys
When you get my type of money, you don't notice them guys
Stay focused on the money or be broke when you die
Niggas know not to be stepping on my situation
You know the type is where I'm head it
I throw money like I fade it
Hate the struggle, hate the grind at my nigga basement
Used to hate it on the nigga, but your figure's never me
Real tall, I can quit
Also till I die I'm still getting higher than an elevator
Bye bitch, I'm everywhere where cash is
You ain't getting no aces
You're a liability to loyalty, now back that
Try to get you niggas game, you had to make a check
But you won't survive if you get me like your last connect
[Hook - Juicy J:]
Luxury flows, I've got luxury flows
Throw it in my grip, that's a luxury role
Luxury flows, I've got luxury hoes
Luxury flows, I've got luxury clothes
Gucci's on my ass, nine hunned for them hoe
Luxury flows, this the luxury flow
Luxury flows, I've got luxury hoes
Luxury flows, this the luxury flow
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm a Romeo, throw me up a jail and I'm a face it
Always been real, never had to fake it
If I call rapper meter she would take it
All up in her crib, I don't care bout who she digging
And I'm on the [?]
White people stare when I walk up to the plane
I got Gs, I got Doh's
I've got keys to the Rolls
I got cake by the O
[Hook - Juicy J:]
Luxury flows, I've got luxury flows
Throw it in my grip, that's a luxury role
Luxury flows, I've got luxury hoes
Luxury flows, I've got luxury clothes
Gucci's on my ass, nine hunned for them hoe
Luxury flows, this the luxury flow
Luxury flows, I've got luxury hoes
Luxury flows, this the luxury flow
Stay The Same lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Hook - Juicy J:]
They say money make you change up
Fuck it then, I'm tryina change up
Yeah, I'm tryina get my change up
Bitch, I'm just tryina fuck the game up
(Woah) You think I worked this hard to stay the same?
(Uh) You think I worked this hard to stay the same?
(Uh) You think I worked this hard to stay the same?
Hell no, boy, I'm tryina fuck the game up
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
Started from the bottom, then I came up
Niggas still broken tryna' blame us
I'd be on fire, they just flame up
You can never understand where I came from
Uh, you think I worked this hard to stay the same?
Hell no, we'd be in the thangs switching lane to lane
Bitch, you're still broken, I am the one to blame?
Do your thing, just don't hate the player, nigga hate the game
Woah, woah, I work to esteem, to a beamer, pretty motto bitch
Pussy wet as Aquafina
I got things I used to dream of, everything a little cleaner
Every time a nigga see me, I'm in something new
[Hook - Juicy J:]
They say money make you change up
Fuck it then, I'm tryina change up
Yeah, I'm tryna' get my change up
Bitch, I'm just tryna' fuck the game up
You think I worked this hard to stay the same?
You think I worked this hard to stay the same?
You think I worked this hard to stay the same?
Hell no, boy, I'm tryna' fuck the game up
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Started off broke, now I'm a change up
Nigga you ain't nothing, you are stranger
Seen you in the club upon the lame stuff
Probably cause your chick gave the thang up
Anywhere I'm at, get my gang up
You'd be in the cuff with your chains at
You'd be in the snitches giving names up
I ain't in the diss, so I came look
Can't touch, can't fake
Never met a chick that I can't take
Never had a patience, so I can't wait
Never been a hater, so I can't hate
[Hook - Juicy J:]
They say money make you change up
Fuck it then, I'm tryina change up
Yeah, I'm tryna get my change up
Bitch, I'm just tryna' fuck the game up
You think I worked this hard to stay the same?
You think I worked this hard to stay the same?
You think I worked this hard to stay the same?
Hell no, boy, I'm tryna fuck the game up
[Outro - Juicy J:]
Broke bitches all in my business
Only thing worse is a bunch of broke niggas
You know how niggas get it when a nigga ain't getting it?
What's the use of making money if a nigga can't spend it?
I got broke bitches all in my business
Only thing worse is a bunch of broke niggas
You know how niggas get it when a nigga ain't gettin' it?
What's the use of making money if a nigga can't spend it?
On The Way lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
Yeah, I'm no my way but I ain't tryina stay
I'm just tryina smashing dash like the other day
Ain't nothing changed, give me brain, I'm stuck in my way
I ain't tricking, I pay up bitch to get out my face
See, that's the pimping in, I want these niggas envy
I hit their bitch and I'd be gone and leave your pockets empty
I swear my trigger finger got it bustin' like a semi
I play these hoes like Michael Jordan, you just got it pimping
See, I'd be Dodgers bitches, I got a lot of misses
May your bitches wanna get my dick a lot of kisses
She keep telling me she love me, I don't wanna hear it
Bitch the only time I'm tricky when I'm disappearing
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm always on the mission, I got a lot of women
Ain't no relationship after I get that mouth I'm dippin'
Put so much OG Kush upon a scale I got a tippin'
And now she caught me trippin', that wasn't my intention
Bombay I'm always sippin', KK that's my religion
Them niggas talking down to one come on missing
Them bitches won the Grammy, got a pot to piss in
Tryina get another one, don't give a fuck about your mansion
Who paying for the clothes?
Why your clip full of hoes?
Why you wise up my shows?
All the real niggas know!
Ain't any too many left of us
She ain't new addition, she do this on the regular
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way
[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
I just touch down in the city and I need that fix
If the air right it up, I might keep you on the list
I bet the bitch are coming fuck me for some kids
She wanna fuck me cause I got a Maybach on my wrist
I call her hair darker, she keep the head proper
She need a head boy cause I'm the bed rocker
Told her she running out of time, I got a shy o'clock
She wanted kick it all day, but we playin' soccer
I hit her, she hit me right back
My nigga she know what I'm on
I'll let her play with the money
Other than play with my ball
She told me her nigga was weak
So I let her smokin' this strong
I hear that they're putting to sleep
But I get right back in my zone
[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch
I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch
I'm on the way
Cell Ready lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)
Man this volcano bag get you high as fuck
Yo TM, you know what I'm saying mane, Its time man you know
Finna get the whole world high man
Let them feel these side effects
This shit finna be deadly bruh
[Juicy J:]
Fuck with my fam, this shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
Play with my paper, this shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
Short me on my dope, this shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
Fuck with one of my niggas, this shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
[Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa:]
One thing niggas on, hand me my chrome
Goin back to snatching niggas out they Cadillac and send them home
Smoke em' like a bong, then its back to counting money when I'm stoned
Or I send a hit through the phone and my dudes will come get you and they'll never leave you alone
My niggas official like refs with a whistle, I just make one call back to top off your dome
Off with your head, bitch I'm a king I got shooters with 2's protecting my throne
One shot then you gone, you should've known. I'm a real nigga I cannot be cloned
I'm filthy rich still don't let a penny go
I be up all night like I'm Arsenio
Freaky bitches take the dick in any whole
Now they famous cause they in my video
Who you foolin' I don't buy
I don't judge I just go off vibes
When I touch the sky then hop in this ride
Taylor Gang nigga we don't die
This world is mine I delete you guys
We all tryna eat we don't need your kind
And get that cash but family first
Be prepared to grind nigga put in work
Fuck nigga what would you do for this ice
You think its really worth losing your life
How bad you want stripes, my young niggas killers
If I give the word then they smashing you niggas
Bunch of youngins' coming from a broken home
Slanging rock n roll but ain't no rolling stone
Streets welcome niggas in with open arms
If I catch the charge I'm a post a bond
You god damn right I'm a certified boss I can cut the check or I can cut your throat
Put you on the table tag on your toe smoking weed till' I overdose
You don't want beef you ain't thinking clear. I'm too busy tryna make a fucking village
Dripping more cheese then a chicken Philly, Pittsburgh niggas really bout they business
I got niggas with me don't got any feelings
They just really wit it, they just into killing
Hard as hell on the internet but nigga in the streets you like Richard Simmons
My money long and my passport got more stamps then a nigga mail
It ain't a problem if I catch a body then I'm heading over seas I'll never see a sail nigga!
MAFIA
GANG!
BTS lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
My momma ain't raise no fool nigga
Matter of fact, maybe she did (ha ha ha)
My momma raised a fool (haha)
But that don't mean we can't get rich(rich)
Too rich (too rich, too rich too rich)
That's what they say(they say, ah ah ah ah)
Humble beginnings, rich ass endings
Pockets on swole, big ass benjies
Started off losin', man it wasn't choosin'
Stuck with my nigga's, now we all winnin'
Rollin' up paper, ball like a Laker
Top on the building, I'm high as a 'scraper
What can I say now, cops know my name now
No time to play 'round, I'm rich and I'm paid now
Stay on that peaceful shit for nigga's that spray rounds
Hear all the talk, they gon' come see you any day now
Try not to fade out, try to find a way out
Nobodies innocent nigga, get down or lay down
Made so much money but look how much I'd paid out
Don't trust the bank no more so I went and got a safe in my house
Guess all these diamonds on my wrist, what you blinkin' about
It's all my money on my mind when I'm thinkin' about
Try to be the best that I can
Make all the right decisions, handle business like a man( It try)
You know I try to do shit with my heart
They talk but I don't listen
I just finish what I start
You know I tried the nigga's that said I can't (I try)
They got the right decisions, handle business like a man
You know I try when people tell me (I try) I should change
Sometimes I'm done with trying, I'm just trying to be the same
Nigga's still hating, critics still waiting
Said that I'd change my ways and start catching these cases
But never said I'd stop counting these faces
Flyin' new places, buying them cases
Nigga's want problems, I don't entertain it
Cause if it's real problems, It's not entertainment
I'm rollin' a joint up, precise like a painter
The grind is what made us, the grind is what made us
Now the nigga's that I grew up with lookin' richer
Too much turnin' up, the club owners tryin' to censor
Tatted everywhere my full body full of scriptures
Pull up in the phantom, paparazzi takin' pictures (pictures)
Sellin' so much swag, we should be your swag vender (Vender)
Big winner in the club, big cash spender
Throwin' signs to my man like he a damn pitcher
Some shit you can't witness, my nigga we been business
Try to be the best that I can (I try)
They got the right decisions, handle business like a man (I try)
You know I try to do shit with my heart
They talk but I don't listen
I just finish what I start(I try)
You know I tried the nigga's that said I can't (Itry)
They got the right decisions, handle business like a man (Itry)
You know I try when people say I should change
Sometimes I'm done with trying, I'm just trying to be the same
Celebrate lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Rico Love)
Uh, smoke weed everyday
Young niggas get rich
Rich niggas gon' ball
Y'all niggas ask prices
My niggas buy it all
Rockin' shit that's foreign
Driving brand new cars
Youngest nigga in charge
Now your bitch at large
Hol up, what they sayin'
OG Kush in my plane
Diamonds all in my chain
Young nigga doin' his thing
Young nigga gon' stunt
Buy whatever he want
My section very important
Came through the back, not the front (ooh!)
Smokin' and flying
No drinking and driving
I ball till I fall
Got no need for retiring
Y'all niggas stessed out
My niggas just chillin'
Young niggas in the building
Young niggas get millions
[Hook - Rico Love:]
And I want to celebrate
Celebrate livin'
I could've been dead
I could've been in prison
So I'ma celebrate
Celebrate ballin'
Back then I had no phone
Now all these bitches callin'
Smoke, drink, blow checks
Rolex, more sex
Cause I can afford it
I fucked around and just bought it
So I want to celebrate
Celebrate livin'
Celebrate livin'
Look how we livin'
Rich niggas go hard
Never wanna be broke
Broke niggas just hate
Never wanna be rich
Rich niggas buy it all
Buy it all for the clique
Buy it all for my dawgs
You buy it all for a bitch
Broke niggas be jokin'
Little niggas need coaching
Them bottles ain't even open
Homie, that ain't the shit
My chain shit on your car
My rolex fucked your bitch
My chain shit on your car
My rolex fucked your bitch
Just came home from tour
Half a mill when I'm bored
Y'all niggas can't afford it
Rich niggas want more
Y'all niggas tapped out
Rich niggas want more
Bitch nigga I'm ballin'
Rich nigga, Mike Jordan
[Hook - Rico Love:]
And I want to celebrate
Celebrate livin'
I could've been dead
I could've been in prison
So I'ma celebrate
Celebrate ballin'
Back then I had no phone
Now all these bitches callin'
Smoke, drink, blow checks
Rolex, more sex
Cause I can afford it
I fucked around and just bought it
So I want to celebrate
Celebrate livin'
Celebrate livin'
Look how we livin'
Elevated lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Scared money don't make money, so what you scared for?
And real people do real things, so what you here for?
A stand up nigga stand up for the rest of their life (Yeah)
And real G's do what they want, don't ever think twice
Uh, it go, one for the money
Two for the niggas gettin' it
Three for the niggas that be running from it
You gotta grind if you really want it
Don't hesitate
You came this far now finish out the whole dream
Nobody said it would be easy though, just stick to your plan
They don't understand
Going up against the odds
Having no regards
Make our own laws, you could be your own boss
But they don't tell you that
All you need is a foundation to stand on
And you can build it then the limit is the sky
Until then I'm with my niggas getting high
And plus we with it you all know the business
Scared money don't make money, so what you scared for?
And real people do real things, so what you here for?
A stand up nigga stand up the rest of their lives
And real G's do what they want, don't ever think twice
Oh what did you think I would never get another M?
Niggas only in the game cause we let 'em in
We ain't check they chains
We ain't put 'em on blast and expose them fools for everything
We ain't tell you how they really lames
And that they don't do shit that they get on TV and say
We ain't mad though, we on the coast of France for three days
I'm tryna make a play, marijuana steam sauna
Young nigga from the bottom cracking lobster, eating pasta
You would think that he a mobster
La Familia, no you not familiar
Just got a bigger safe, now it's time to fill it up, nigga
Scared money don't make money, so what you scared for?
And real people do real things, so what you waiting for?
A stand up nigga stand up the rest of their lives (Stand your ass up)
And real G's do what they want, don't ever think twice (Do something about it)
City View lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Courtney Noelle)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
This shit ain't as easy as it looks nigga
It's way fucking easier
Don't get it twisted bitch
But on some real shit though
Man these niggas don't want it
Riding in the car and the watch cost the same thing
Nigga that's stuntin'
Gettin' all this paper
Got me shittin' in public
That roof with a city view
I did that from nothing
And these niggas gon' keep hating me
But I'm just gonna keep stackin' up
No one thing I'll never change
I talk shit but I back it up
You niggas don't go hard as me
So why the fuck you mad at us
I'm rolling up the bombest weed
The first one wasn't fat enough
Your car don't go fast enough
You don't fly first class enough
You don't do no switching states
You don't do no packing up
All you do is gassin' up
That's why you wasn't past enough
Smokin' weed and crackin' up
All this cheese I'm racking up
[Wiz Khalifa & Courtney Noelle:]
See one thing about me
I've always been about mine
As soon as you doubt me
I show you how hard I grind
Yeah I hear they hate me
But they do it all the time
There's no you without me
I know this so I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Get it how I live it
Get it and don't care how I spend it
Swear to god, my credit card ain't got no limit
Time expensive so I spent hundred thousand on my watches
Full of diamonds
I ain't even reached the top and I'm still climbing
I'm still climbing
I'm still rhyming
Filling up papers with chronic
Keeping niggas out the way
Who got the hating shit in common
Let's be honest
Let's keep it real here
My bank is full of commas
I'm talkin' millions
And I got no problems
Spending what I spent yeah
Cause I'm probably
The realest nigga in here
Matter of fact I know I am
And I know my diamonds are frozen
Not to mention my bank overflowin'
And I just can't stop, I keep goin'
[Wiz Khalifa & Courtney Noelle:]
See one thing about me
I've always been about mine
As soon as you doubt me
I show you how hard I grind
Yeah I hear they hate me
But they do it all the time
There's no you without me
I know this so I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
Cowboy lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Mhmm
That's just how it is man
Round my way
Just a young lil' nigga, but he had the right plan
Twenty-thousand in his left, pistol in his right hand
Counting every dollar that he get, cause he worked for it
But don't run up on him cause you'll probably get murked for it
Mom's out working, Daddy wasn't home
Ain't nobody give it to him, so he got it on his own
Yeah, he got it on his own
You want something? Gotta take it
Tryna get up out the hood, but he'll probably never make it
He's a Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where them niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Just a young nigga, but he had the right plan
Slanging looking for them people hopping out them white vans
Standing on the corner rolling up their marijuana
Smoking weed and selling packs of D till you're a gonner
Caught a case and lost some racks, the nigga got it back
In any case a nigga disrespect, he's on his back
He bought a pack, then bought a strap
This niggas got his back
His life has changed it's gone to smack
And ain't no turning back
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Just a young nigga, but he had the right plan
Wore a lot of jewelry, he slept with it on his nightstand
Made a lot of money and he got it all from hustling
Came from a good family but say he can't get enough of it
All up in the club and he ain't looking for a ring
Fucking other niggas bitches, yeah he swear that was his thing
Yeah, he learned a little lesson 'bout messing with them haters
Cause they found his body later
Guess that's what he get for fucking with them
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Bake Sale lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Travis Scott)
[Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & Travis Scott:]
Mistercap! You ready again bro?
Yeah!
TGOD Mafia, straight out of Pittsburgh, man!
Can't smoke weed to it
Don't doubt this nigga
I don't wanna listen to it
He the truth, nigga
Yeah
[Travis Scott:]
At my bake sale, yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lord for heaven sakes, hell yeah
All day, hell yeah
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
[Travis Scott:]
I've been on the phone, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gettin' calls from home, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So I started up a bake sale, yeah, yeah, yeah
They know I got all the cake, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J:]
Cookies and OG
Come to my crib, we blow by the Os
Kush, you already know
It ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke it
I keep a bitch gettin' stoned
We wakin' and bakin', puffin' a J
She told me that I'm her new favorite
How much do we blaze? A hundred a day
Say they got the good but what the pack smell like?
Feel like it's a dream but now we back to real life
It's incredible
I got flowers, wax, inhalers, edibles
All shit you never saw
And it's all at my bake sale
Roll another one, help me think well
I stay with the plane
I'm slangin' them thangs, you know we ain't new to this
Let's turn on the stove and call up some hoes
Let's roll up and do this shit (Yeah, ho)
[Travis Scott & Juicy J:]
At my bake sale, yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah, yeah, yeah
Lord for heaven sakes, hell yeah
All day, hell yeah (Yeah, ho)
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I just rolled a pound at my bake sale
Bitches goin' down at my bake sale
I just keep it real, I don't fake well
Niggas say they on, well I can't tell
I just fucked three hoes, I don't know their name
Pussy come and pussy go, it's all the same
I'm rollin' up the weed while I count the cake
Naked bitches in the kitchen, shake 'n' bake
What you think? I'm on this dank, I'm off that drank
I often blaze an ounce a day
You at my crib, it's no mistake
Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shattered pieces
Glasses, lighters, torches, fuck it, anything that matters
You can get it all right here
[Travis Scott & Juicy J:]
At my bake sale, yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lord for heaven sakes, hell yeah
All day, hell yeah (Yeah, ho)
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
[Wiz Khalifa & Travis Scott:]
Roll, roll one up
Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up
All day, every day, we ain't roll enough
Get a pound, break it down, get them cones stuffed
It's goin' down, goin' down
I'ma roll one up
Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up
All day, every day, we ain't smoke enough
I'm on the KK, stoned as fuck
At my bake sale, yeah
Call Waiting lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
One time
Yeah, day after day I just stay here
Waiting for you to get home
Lately I been going crazy
Can't wait to get in my zone
Sometimes I can't find your number
And there's no one else to call
You leave me waiting by the phone
You keep me high, that's for sure
But I know, you'll be there when I need you
I can't place no one above you
I tried but I can't get enough of your love
And you're right there for me
Said I was just hoping you called
I was just hoping you called
To say that you don't have nothing at all
I was just hoping you called
They try and try but can't top you
They think they come close but they fall
They see me out, give me offers
I don't feel nothing at all
But I know, you'll be there when I need you
I can't place no one above you
I tried but I can't get enough of your love
And you're right there for me
Said I was just hoping you called
I was just hoping you called
To say that you don't have nothing at all
I was just hoping you called
Sweet
Make A Play lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Back to back to back to back
At your bitch ass (uh)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Woke up drunk as fuck
Still high from yesterday
I'm trying to make a play
I'm trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Woke up drunk as fuck
Still high from yesterday
I'm trying to make a play
I'm trying to make a play
Woke up feeling like a star
Get it in no matter where we are
She in love with me press buttons up in my car
My weed smoke hella potent
Riding and the sunroof open
Blowing smoke out what they know about
Being bosses, taking losses
Pay the cost to fuck that bitch, who got that poke out
My money ain't slow, got more trees to roll
Got a son I love to death, I gotta see him grow
Probably the best you've seen but I be on the low
Stacking up, rolling marijuana, acting up
Bitch with me, she be bad as fuck
Bitches love it, niggas mad at us
Getting money, that's accurate
Say they want it but they can't adjust
Taylor Gang, roll a plane
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Woke up drunk as fuck
Still high from yesterday
I'm trying to make a play
I'm trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Woke up drunk as fuck
Still high from yesterday
I'm trying to make a play
I'm trying to make a play
[J.R. Donato:]
Who trying to pour it(ay, ay)
Who trying to wake and bake(ay)
Taylor Gang will break the bank
Ain't got no time to contemplate
I say I'm high from yesterday
Okay I woke up on the mud
I think I ate a 8th of shrums
Keep OG Kush up in my lungs(whoa)
Your hoe will come with us(ay)
Cause she know we brought the drugs(ay)
And she looking for some love(ay)
But let's keep that on the hush(whoa)
It's hard to find some trust
Some say it's hard to fuck with us
That's cause we be on different shit
Bitch I might pour six up in my Crush
Ohh that's super super much
And this joint is super clutch
Got 5 more just for you to stuff
Send parents to the store for ice and cups
I swear they never frighten us
Hell yeah we always lighting up
Put that pussy on the plate it's fresh for lunch
And I pour another 8th to level up
Probably rolling up
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Woke up drunk as fuck
Still high from yesterday
I'm trying to make a play
I'm trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Woke up drunk as fuck
Still high from yesterday
I'm trying to make a play
I'm trying to make a play
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