mixtape: Cabin Fever 3 (2015)




















Respect lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J & K Camp)

[Juicy J:]
Mr. Cap you ready? Um hmm
You finna kill this shit, yeah
Pass that bong over there bro

[K Camp:]
When you stay all on your job and stay focused
You gon' be the best
Do what you can when your team get a chance
Put it all to the test
Came for it all, know you heard this before but
I done more with less
Grindin', you fall now you done with the tour
Get it all off your chest
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
When you go hard
You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothin' left

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I just wanna pull up with my trunk in the front
I just wanna pull up with my niggas smokin' joints
I just wanna pull up with a bitch with no Instagram
I just wanna pull up to the club just to start
When you a young nigga, you can have anything you want
When you a young nigga, you can have any bitch you want
When you a young nigga, you can drive what you wanna drive
When you a young nigga, you can buy what you wanna buy
Havin' fun with some bitches, smokin' weed in the ride
On the corner with my dogs, drinkin' gin to survive
Ain't from the bottom? You can't understand
Bank in my hand, your bitch think I'm the man
Yes I am

[K Camp:]
When you stay out and your chopper stay focused
She gone be the best
Do what you can when your team get a chance
Put it all to the test
Came for it all, know you heard this before but
I don't more less
Grindin', you fall now you done with the tour
Get it all off your chest
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
When you go hard
You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothin' left

[Juicy J:]
All my pockets overweight
Appetite for all this cake
Money man, I still run this game
I'm in perfect shape
Moonrocks, keep me high as tube socks, bird one
Keep it pimpin' and pay close attention, you might learn somethin'
My family is all I need, I make sure that we gon' eat
Overtime, 25 hours, 8 days a week
I remember back when I was broke, how could I forget?
Nine bathrooms in my crib, I got a pot to piss
My look my momma's face when I bought her a new home
My mom, we finally made it, them hard times is gone
Finally made it legit, ain't no way I'mma quit
Got a cone full of guacamole, let's go get these chips
(Hustlin', hustlin')
All the money coming in so fast you can't resist
(Hustlin', hustlin')
Cause there ain't no such thing as gettin' too rich
(Hustlin', hustlin')
You will never hear me say I don't want no more
(Hustlin', hustlin')
This Juicy J and gettin' to the money is all I know

[K Camp:]
When you stay out and your chopper stay focused
She gone be the best
Do what you can when your team get a chance
Put it all to the test
Came for it all, know you heard this before but
I don't more less
Grindin', you fall now you done with the tour
Get it all off your chest
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
When you go hard
You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothin' left

[Juicy J:]
Yo nigga keep it real with your motherfuckin' self and grind for your motherfuckin' self
If you lookin' for another nigga. If you lookin' for another nigga to put food on your motherfuckin' table nigga you dumb as fuck
You a stupid ass nigga, you should go fuckin' take a gun and put it to your brains and blow your own God damn brains out

You stupid as hell nigga, don't be beggin' no nigga for shit nigga, get your lazy ass up, get out here and work nigga
You know what I'm sayin'? That's how we get this bread, we hustle nigga
We gotta be out here man, up early in the motherfuckin' mornin' man to the next motherfuckin' morning, man
You know what I'm sayin'? How a nigga supposed to get this shit?

This shit don't, money don't grow on trees, shit don't fall out the sky, nigga. You know what I'm sayin'?
I know you out there high and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Niggas die for this shit man, niggas out here on some real grind, nigga
There's some fucked up motherfuckers out here man, you know what I'm sayin' man?

When a real life situation kick in, your motherfuckin' kids hungry, your bills due, your motherfuckin' car broke down, man
Nigga you gone be sicker than a motherfucker, man
We still gon' be gettin' money, we still gon' be gettin' high, we gon' be in the strip club, we gon' be bringin' in the bags left and motherfuckin' right
Bringin' them bitches in, throwin' that shit out like trash nigga
We gon' be gettin' high as fuck, laughin' at you ol' stupid ass niggas out here man, the fuck outta here man, kill yourself nigga

Move On lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Kevin Gates)

[Kevin Gates:]
Man I ain't encourage my brother to do nothin' fucked up
Man say bitch, your money retarded, if the bitch don't fuck with her she ain't blessed, bitch

Saw her on the dance floor poppin'
Hold up, stop talkin' to me, tryna see that ass bop
She a big booty star on the dance floor boppin'
Hold up, stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm rich, we're both grown
Got a male leave your boyfriend at home
Too high, I'm too gone
If she don't ride with the kid, I move on
I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with
I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with

I ain't really playing with you, don't know your name
I'm just tryna do some things to ya
Take ya home, let you rep Taylor Gang
Let you roll up a plane
Let you bring your homegirls
Let my boys run a train
I'mma real ass nigga outta Pittsburgh
She don't fuck, I don't deal with her, know ya heard
Good dick what I slang, I don't even run game
I've been learned my lane, hoes fuckin' up for fame
Hop in my ride then I go front backside
To the side got my money, she love that
Rollin' weed up first class
Taylor Gang nigga all about his cash
Smackin' lil mama on the ass

I'm rich, we're both grown
Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home
I'm too high, I'm too gone
If she don't ride with the kid, I move on
I'm just tryna find some I can lean with
I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with

[Kevin Gates:]
I done threw a ring around my dick and my finger, ya digg?
I done threw some bling around my grill and my pinky, ya digg?
Your girl end up leavin' with me, you ain't a freak, where your friend?
Gates slang, I'm gonna throw that meat in her stomach for real
Audi, Mustang, Dually Truck, I just wrecked the Chevelle
Flipped it with my wife the other night, give a fuck can you tell?
Kevin it's your pipe, well out in public won't notice she yell
Kept that on the tuck, no recognition, I'm touchin' them bells
Give them to myself off the truck or they come in the mail
Big booty somethin' on the dance floor poppin'
Hold up stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble
Big money pocket, got the lumps
Kevin got dollars

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm rich, we're both grown
Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home
Too high, I'm too gone
If she don't ride with the kid, I move on
I'm just tryna find some I can lean with
I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with

Prequel lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)

That shit hard

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I can't even hear what they're sayin'
Roll another plane up, take all the problems, blow it away
And I can't even hear what they're sayin'
I pull up in a ride that's so loud the motor blow you away
And I can't even go where I really wanna go
Cause I'm always on the road, but I'm gettin' dough
And I can't even say how much money I done made
We ain't gotta roll 'em up because they pre-rolled

All my bitches roll, all my bitches smoke
All my niggas ride, all my money comin' from the go
All I do is grind, all I do is shine
All I do is take my time, take my place and never wait in line
Had to get my own, had to leave 'em 'lone
Had to fuck your bitch, had to grow some weed, had to get some dough
Pass another one, I got cash enough for both of us
Always rollin' up, smell that weed, you know it's us
Gang

I can't even hear what they're sayin'
Roll another plane up, take all the problems, blow it away
And I can't even hear what they're sayin'
I pull up in a ride that's so loud the motor blow you away
And I can't even go where I really wanna go
Cause I'm always on the road, but I'm gettin' dough
And I can't even say how much money I done made
We ain't gotta roll 'em up because they pre-rolled

[Curren$y:]
3 in the roll, then we lit 3 more, continuous smoke
I don't need yours cause these was rolled 'fore I left the door
Nigga fasho, since 2009, this was the code
We collected and changed the trajectory of the globe
Highed up, sittin' in my '84
The second switch I hit'll make my bad bitch drop it low
I'm out front with the moonroof back
Sparks when the bumper scratch
Better tell 'em that, we done smoked the whole pack

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I can't even hear what they're sayin'
Roll another plane up, take all the problems, blow it away
And I can't even hear what they're sayin'
I pull up in a ride that's so loud the motor blow you away
And I can't even go where I really wanna go
Cause I'm always on the road, but I'm gettin' dough
And I can't even say how much money I done made
We ain't gotta roll 'em up because they pre-rolled

Foreign Bitches Freak Dips lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Keep them ad-libs too (I will) hahaha
(Freaks, freaks, freaks, freaks)

I want some foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

Walk up in the club, I see bitches everywhere
I got pussy on my mind, I got weed in the air
I got niggas wanna hate, I got money on my line
Really don't got no problems, cause I don't got the time
And I'm talkin' it cause I'm livin' it
Girl your ass fat, who you in here with?
Really got dough, so I'm spendin' it
Niggas going broke, that's what the difference is
I got your bitch in my ride
Just put a girl on a girl, cause ain't no niggas in sight

I want some foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

[Chevy Woods:]
Tell me that's your foreign bitch, and how you so in love with her
I don't got no love for her, so I don't put my trust in her
Police ass nigga need a badge, why you cuffin' her?
She just wanna get on top of me like a comforter
All across the world, better keep me from your girl
It's a lay up when we stay up, cause she know a nigga trill, yeah
And she just hit my cell phone, yeah
Talkin' 'bout just come alone, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I want some foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

[Chevy Woods (Wiz Khalifa):]
Ain't make it to the club tonight, but this feel like the club tonight
(Uh, shorty got a man, but she gonna fuck tonight)
And hit it in the studio, and she told me, "For sure you right"
(Uh, we gonna make a song, she gonna fall in love tonight)
She said she love that gangsta shit, so she gon' fuck a thug tonight
(She be poppin' pills, she gon' take some drugs tonight)
Heart up on her sleeve, baby, don't you fall in love tonight
(Know me, I don't trust them, I just fuck 'em
I don't cuff 'em, then I'm gone)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I want some foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

Shit Starters lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. 2 Chainz)

Man, I heard some crazy ass shit about some shit I never heard before. Then I met that bitch. I was like, "Damn."

She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters
She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters

She got Taylor Gang tatted on her body
Tryna fuck her friend right after the party
She gon' crush it up, put it in a bottle
Told her I ain't ever fucked a hoe off the molly
She was lookin' at me like I was crazy
Take the shit starter, girl don't try to play me
Got a girl on a girl, that's a great team
She be suckin' everything, fuckin' everything

She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters
She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters

[2 Chainz:]
I walk around with bands, I done ran up
Wanted a Bentley, now I want a Lamb' truck
Yeah I got the fix like a handyman
I might take a Xan, fly to Amsterdam
I am with the shits, need a Wet Wipe
My neighbor use antennas for a crackpipe (whoa, truuuu)
Pocket full of percs with a 10 on 'em
Pocket full of 100s, not a 10 on 'em
Used to get my cars straight from Hertz
I'ma put my thumb up her skirt
I'ma put my finger on her clit
Couple middle fingers to your clique
All I really need is a shit starter
Smoked a zip and a half, nigga, six quarters
Suede wallpaper, raw paper got me Asian
She want a plastic bag full of Caucasian

[Wiz Khalifa:]
She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters
She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters

No Worries lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes
Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to
I've been on the road, she outta control
Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got

Top spot, catch me at the top spot
Wouldn't have made it where I'm at if I didn't know a lot
Progress helped me grow a lot
Hit my money, show a lot
Roll my weed up, smoke a lot
Pulled new cars off the parkin' lot
And old ones too
Show love, that's what real ones do
Get my cake long and stay strong
Put my niggas on too
My whips so foreign
My team ballin', my bitch bad, she keep callin'
Them niggas talk? We got heat for 'em
Been in the game, don't sleep on 'em
Hundred K, that's cheap for 'em
What you spend that in a week for?
What you still tryna keep her for?
She was mine, you just think she yours
Chauffeur, I don't open doors
Fly private, know the pilot
On my shit, nigga I'm lit
Got your bitch on my dick
That's Taylor Gang

This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes
Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to
I've been on the road, she outta control
Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got

[Chevy Woods:]
I seen it all before, I seen it all before
I gave it to her once and now she wantin' more
Ain't here for all the talk cause I'm just tryna score
That paper pilin' up, that's what they hate me for
I'm on that boss shit, that boss shit
Chasin' money like fuck the talkin'
That ain't a topic, hit your top and
That's a problem, gon' need a medic or a doctor
[?] gon' call 'em, that's just the options
You talkin' like you on molly, somebody stop him
They plottin' like we should rob 'em
They want my riches man
No Welven them niggas sorry
Ain't got no bitches
Just watch me pull up in 'Raris
Hittin' switches

[Wiz Khalifa:]
This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes
Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to
I've been on the road, she outta control
Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got

Finish Line lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Project Pat)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, first place, first place, she want first place
First place, hit a home run, skipped first base
She want first place, first place
Not the runner up, she want first place
Cross the finish line, she in first place
First place, first place, first place
First place, first place, first place

Met her at the club, took her back to my hotel
Say she got a man, fuck her, when she won't tell
Leavin' out the crib high as fuck with no plane
Rollin' Mary J, now I smoke every day
I blow KK on the regular
Fuck me like you said you would
She ain't down to do it, get another bitch instead of her
Bombay on my breathe and all my niggas on your left
Took all your bitches, ain't nothin' left
She sucked a dick, she passed the test
She don't want the runner up, she want first place
Went to [?] and fucked her on the first date
Bitches love Young Khalifa in the worst way
I fuck 'em once and pass 'em off cause I ain't thirsty
Cake like it's my birthday
I sent ya on the lurker page
She come to the show and break me off now she in first place
She skip past them bitches bullshit and she in first place
Her friend eat it while she suck this dick, now she in first place
Put it all in her face

Uh, first place, first place, she want first place
First place, hit a home run, skipped first base
She want first place, first place
Not the runner up, she want first place
Cross the finish line, she in first place
First place, first place, first place
First place, first place, first place

[Project Pat:]
Macaroni, pretty Tony, I'm just tryna make the bitch
Pimp, player, ho layer, I'm just tryna break the bitch
Bottom bitch, real slick, you got skills to make me rich
Poodle noodles, face like a poodle ass takin' shit
Double dick
Down south bitch eat that cornbread
Bounce that ass on a hard dick with some warm head
Graffiti on her body, I see she got long weave
Maserati, go to my goal on my skis
And she got a job with a salary
The bitch went to Howard University
Credit good, she can take me on a shoppin' spree
Baby daddy wanna hold her back, lock and key
In the back of the Ghost, gave me head, wasn't scared
She understood in life you gotta cheat to get ahead
It was our first date, I couldn't let her skate
She wanted first place, so I shot a nut in her face

Call Again lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Problem & Juicy J)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Time to time
I tell 'em I don't love 'em I just fuck 'em
Then I move on to another one, pass 'em to my brother
Get that pussy under cover, got her ass from her mother
Got my weed straight from Berner, you a nerd so you cuff her
I could hardly trust these bitches I learn they no sucker
On that gas like a trucker, smack the ass when I fuck her
I get plenty love, it's all of the above
I'm on Gin and drugs, give me some
Then it's straight to the club, pockets fillin' up
Niggas love trynna hate on us, they ain't real enough
Always fill the building up, young and I'm rich as fuck
Text your bitch, I ain't trynna "Netflix & Chill" with her
I'mma roll a joint, give her the best dick she ever had
She don't fuck then I'mma get her bestfriend instead of her
My cash is irregular, I bag bitches everywhere
Got some clothes still got on the tags that I don't never wear
You in last smokin', doin' dabs, I run through the cash

They tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign
You don't believe a word, you hear us all the same
You been here time to time, you heard it all before
After I fuck you once I'll never call again

[Problem:]
These bitches be like
Dick hoppin', clique hoppin' for better positions
Pillow talking to any nigga payin' attention
They on a mission tryna fog up a players vision
Fuck then I'm finished, before you leave bitch go clean that kitchen
I ain't gon lie oh yeah the Chacho was a victim once
Before that happened again you will catch me smokin' blunts
And all I do is papers, all I'm bout is paper
Love you for the night, tomorrow we are strangers
You ain't gotta call cause I ain't
Textin' "Can we kick it?" no reply
You text again like I thought we had a connection
I text back "Bitch I ain't that type of guy"
Gang over everything
Taylor, Diamond Lane we the reconnected
Bombay and bomb dick bitch is better then expected
Bossed up, fuckin' top so you better not disrespect it
Compton to the fuckin' burbs we connected
Hit the exit

[Wiz Khalifa:]
They tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign
You don't believe a word, you hear us all the same
You been here time to time, you heard it all before
After I fuck you once I'll never call again

Gangster 101 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. King Los)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Anywhere that we go they know us
I keep some KK in the plane rolled up
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
I do my thing, 100k to show up
Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Called some friends, told her call some friends
Pour some juice and Gin
We go in, we be going in
We don't know the end
Pour some Gin, she want some more Henn
I'm late for level ten
Love again, never love again, never love again
Niggas talk, they don't really mean it cause it's all for fame
Look at me, look into my eyes, I been through some pain
Lost some change, then bounced back again
Gave some niggas game, y'all some lames, y'all some lames
Y'all some, y'all some lames
I'm just counting up this money, rolling up a plane
Niggas in my lane, so I'm focused on some other things
When you a boss in the game you show hella patience
Niggas going on your page, don't know where the bank is
She keep blowing up my phone, said she wanna play
Spent one night at my crib, say she wanna stay
I do what I want to, say what I wanna say
I been hustlin', hustlin', I been hustlin'

[Wiz Khalifa (King Los):]
Anywhere that we go they know us
I keep some KK in the plane rolled up
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
I do my thing, 100k to show up
Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
(Yeah, yeah, I shouldn't have hit that KK)

[King Los:]
Oh, shit, hold up, hold up, bro I'm focused
Roll up, blow and choke it
Water don't approach us
Fucked the hoe with magic, call it hocus pocus
Los the dopest spoken, flow and stroke the coldest
Stroked the hoe and told her, "Whoa, whoa, whoa catch it all"
Like Pokemon then poke the poke to free 'em
Hokey Pokey, put your left foot in
I put the effort in, no don't eff with them
I chef with the same shit I'm left with
Cooking with the left, boy, I'm Stephen
Wicked with the right like I'm Leftwich
Spit it to a dyke, get the leverage
Kick it for a night, that's the blessin'
Might hit it twice if I'm guessin'
She'll probably bring her wife to the session
Bitch on wood like Spike at the Knick game
Nice with the dick game, slurp game, twerk game
Pipe in a chick frame, twenty-four seven
More money, more blessings
I ain't got fifty cents for the bitch
I don't ask her twenty-one questions
My nigga's flip yayo, I just put the bucks in the bank
Keep it G with the niggas 'round the way though
You knit that together, you get that
You chit-chat too much, you're a bitch ass nigga
A big ass bitch, that's a BBW
I'm a eighties baby, that's BB's on BMW's
You PMS cause you BS, I serve niggas like UPS
The groupies sweat the coupe
The Gucci sweats, the retro sneaks
The groove too fresh, the proven best
The cool respect the cool
So who are you, the spectacle
The new special dude, the next to rule
The extra ruse, I'm extra rude
My ex could prove that I had to make an extra move now

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Anywhere that we go they know us
I keep some KK in the plane rolled up
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
I do my thing, 100k to show up
Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

Left lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Yo Gotti)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I done smoked weed with the best of them
I got me more money than the rest of them
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

Weed and some gin, weed and some gin
She wanna fuck me and her friend, me and her friend
Be there once, we'll be there again, be there again
Fuck her once, then seen in a win, all these Benjamins
Got me spendin' cake like a nigga baked it
Stay away from all the hate, I don't do the fake shit
I got more money to make and soon as I make it
I'ma split it with my gang, sorry if you ain't in
Rollin' weed up on the plane, only smokin' papers
Run up on your main bitch, teach her how to take dick
She ain't even say shit, other niggas' basic
I'm on some outer space shit, come and ride my spaceship
Fucked her and she came quick

I done smoked weed with the best of them
I got me more money than the rest of them
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

[Yo Gotti:]
I'm intact, I can't fuck with you fuckboys
I'm multi, Tiffany my new toy
Just pulled up in a foreign with a foreigner
Your bitch textin' my phone but I'm ignorin' her
I guess it goes down in the DM
Now I'm burnin' head in the PM
Havin' problems in your house, it might be my fault
I just knocked your bitch on a IO Hawk
Fuck a hater, get some money, yeah them my thoughts
Brown bags in the closet, that's my fault
Bitches fuckin' for designer, niggas killin' for attention
Talkin' million dollar shit when they ain't even seen a million

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I done smoked weed with the best of them
I got me more money than the rest of them
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

Fucc Day lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Hey baby what are you doing? Oh... well I miss you. But, I'm up right now
And I just wanna know if you wanna send something through, I really want that dick so bad

She can call up a nigga phone
Imma come over where you stay
It don't really matter what you doin'
It can be the middle of the day
I'mma come over beat her down
We can do it right where you staying
It don't really matter what you doin'
It could be the middle of the day

You gone call me up on the phone
I was rollin' in the studio
I was workin' on a new song
You was on all at the pole
You was back and forth with your friends
I was ridin' round in a Benz
I'mma roll up a paper plane
I'mma take it straight to the brain
I'mma come over when I say
I'mma come over when it's done, babe
Get you what you want when you say
Make you run from me cause you're worth it
I be on the phone with your girl
Facetime when you get lonely
Got me catchin' feelin's that's strangers
Call me up when you wanna bone

She can call up a nigga phone
I'm gone call her over where you stay
It don't really matter what you doin'
It can be the middle of the day
I'mma come over beat her down
We can do it right where you staying
It don't really matter what you doin'
It could be the middle of the day

You could be the clothes off
I'mma take my shirt off
I'mma leave my chain on
Fuck you all night long
I'mma do it all night
You gone suck it real light
Shawty you a professional
Fuck you like I never wanna let you go
Never let your man know
Your man he a bozo
His money comin' slow mo
He ain't gettin' no dough
I'm ridin' in a two door
Fuck you and you want some more
Fuck you on the bed then you on the floor
Fuck you on the shower
Fuck you like you never had this shit before

She can call up a nigga phone
I'm gone call her over where you stay
It don't really matter what you doin'
It can be the middle of the day
I'mma come over beat her down
We can do it right where you staying
It don't really matter what you doin'
It could be the middle of the day

We could do it in the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Take shots in the daytime
Get drunk in the daytime, daytime

Uh that shit was so good, I can't wait to see you again tomorrow
Like the way that you just had me bent over, like that shit was just too good, fuck

EP: Talk About It In The Morning (2015) - Wiz Khalifa (with TY DOLLA $IGN)




















Judge It lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Pushin' your buttons, you ain't sayin' nothin'
That's an understatement
Grabbin' my keys and walkin' out, you takin' me places
Hidin' my weed
I text you before I leave that I'll be back but you ain't hearin' that
All you've been hearin' is my car steerin'
Smokin' weed all night with my friends
Hangin' out, you waitin' up for me to come in to the door
And it ain't like you don't want this anymore
But it's some shit that need worked on
Like each and every night I need to work
Tell me I need to slow shit down to make some time for her
That's when the drama start
You sayin' shit like you ain't got a heart
I'm walkin' around like I ain't got a problem

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
It ain't even cool, fuck it (Cool, fuck it)
I ain't gonna judge ya (I ain't gonna judge ya)
Lets just fuck all night, talk about it in the mornin'
Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')
Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')
In the mornin', in the mornin' (In the mornin')

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Always at home claimin' you spend too much time alone
Them other niggas did you wrong and now I'm the one
Yeah right, look at what they did, now look at what I did
Not to mention I was the most faithful nigga in existence
But when it goes down that's how they flip shit
I'm too high, too lifted
Too fly, too gifted
I need a break from LA, go back to my home state
Let you play the victim, I'll be straight
Hit the lab get, back to my cake
See my son, kiss him on his face
When in the public watch what you say, kay?

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
It ain't even cool, fuck it (Cool, fuck it)
I ain't gonna judge ya (I ain't gonna judge ya)
Lets just fuck all night, talk about it in the mornin'
Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')
Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')
In the mornin', in the mornin' (In the mornin')

[Wiz Khalifa:]
We don't gotta talk about it now
Just let me take you down
In the mornin' when we yawnin' I'mma get one more in
I know I got you high, you ain't even hit the weed and I got you high
I know I got you high, Young Khalifa man and the Dolla $ign

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
It ain't even cool, fuck it (Cool, fuck it)
I ain't gonna judge ya (I ain't gonna judge ya)
Lets just fuck all night, talk about it in the mornin'
Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')
Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')
In the mornin', in the mornin' (In the mornin')

Refresh lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign)

Early night jumping out the Porsche
Joyrich hoodie and sweats, smoking as good as it gets
Life of the party, know I get it started
I take a shot you take a shot, I roll a joint you roll a joint
Let's turn this spot into a after-party
Ain't heard about me you should ask somebody
We play the music off our iPhones
Gon' light that weed up, nobody home and plus were growing
Young nigga with gin in this red cup
Turning up cause we don't give a fuck and only ones that gets us is us
Toking 'till I'm glaze, rolling smoking blaze
Rock expensive J's, glad I brought my shades
Got a bottle somebody gave me, and another one I saved that I bought on the way

Now that's faded, pour a shot cause' we made it
Two shots if you're feeling good, middle finger if you hate it
Got fly as I wanted to
Got high as I wanted to
Couldn't lie if I wanted to
Couldn't drive if I wanted to

I got two shots another one poured
'Bout to roll a joint and it's going down
I got Bombay in the bottom of my cup
Faded but I got enough to go around
I got shoes on you can't find em in the store
Pound of weed you can smell it by the door
Palm trees you can have this all season
I'm balling and the niggas running with me
Is ready for whatever
Is ready for whatever
Is ready for whatever
Is ready for whatever

Say No More lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Say no more
Say no more
Say no more
Don't say nothin'
Tell her don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't say nothin'

First I'm a roll up, then pour up
Then we gon' fuck, she know what's up
I'm a make you cum, bout' two or three times
Then I'm a get mine, yeah I'm a get mine
We gon' run it back, straight drop
Bet you get on top and I'm a just watch
I'm a smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
I told her

Say no more
Say no more
Say no more
Don't say nothin'
Tell her don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't say nothin'

[Wiz Khalifa:]
They said it's the end of the world today
So I'm a let it be known
When I'm inside you, it's my favorite place
Park my ride where your heart's at, that's home
Your legs are shakin' your lips are cold
You're out of body, you're in control
Start up my ride, roll up that weed
You don't smoke so hand me a light
I don't drink and drive but I watch you takin' them shots
And get faded, say your life's a bitch, you hate it
Who gives a fuck about money, on material shit, life's wasted
Can't count how many thousand couches we done laid in
Who knows how many hotel rooms we done stayed in
When I'm late coming home or what, you already know what's up
Don't even call my phone, just come

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Say no more
Say no more
Say no more
Don't say nothin'
Tell her don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't say nothin'

[Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign:]
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
I told her you deserve what you get in this world that we live in
Know your purpose I heard you been hurt before, you're lying there again
Playing caution to the wind
What you want is in front of you
Games are meant to be played yeah
But you, well you ain't far from your own star
We in our own world
Doing grown things but still feeling like kids
Let the past be the past
It was what it was, now it is what it is
No fears in the world
Say no more
Say no more
Say no more

Post Up lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I took your bitch, that's right
Money keep coming, that's right
Only ride foreign, that's right
Whole team on, that's right
My niggas gon' ride, that's right
My niggas gon' shoot, not fight
Whether wrong or right
That's right, that's right

Two clubs in one night
25 bands, one night
Kush up in that Raw
Purple in that Sprite
Them hoes in rotation
Money my motivation
Money make her cum
And I'mma make her taste it
Put it in the neck, I'ma make her gag on it
Head in the 'Rari, that's how you blow a hundred
Hoes come and go
I'ma fuck and then I want 'em
Hoes like J's, wear 'em once then I don't want 'em
Swerve, hit the corner, in the California
Running through these hoes, like I play for Minnesota (A.P!)
She turn off her phone, cause nigga you a sucker
Police ass niggas tellem' stop cuffin'

I took your bitch, that's right
Money keep coming, that's right
Only ride foreign, that's right
Whole team on, that's right
My niggas gon' ride, that's right
My niggas gon' shoot, not fight
Whether wrong or right
That's right, that's right

That's right she posted in my whip
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be with her nigga
But she posted with my clique
Right her posted in my whip
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be in your work
But she posted with my clique
I told her, post up here
I told her, post up here

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Girl your face looking gorgeous
And my cash is retarted
Need a 5 year plan, cause that ass is enormous
They keep telling you to stop
Bet this cash make you want it
Girl quit acting you like shy
Grab this dick and jump up on it
I was way out in New York
We were smoking California
She can't wait to tell her friends
Talk about in the morning
Beat it like she stole it
Sleeping like she in a coma
You just wish, she wanna be a fool
Think you control her
Couple grand in a rubber band, you know I'm the man
What you saying, baby what you saying
Tell me what's the plan
Is you playin? Is that bitch a ten?
Bands will make her dance
Seen my ex, she was not a fan
Damn

I took your bitch, that's right
Money keep coming, that's right
Only ride foreign, that's right
Whole team on, that's right
My niggas gon' ride, that's right
My niggas gon' shoot, not fight
Whether wrong or right
That's right, that's right

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
That's right she posted in my whip
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be with her nigga
But she posted with my clique
Right her posted in my whip
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be in your work
But she posted with my clique
I told her, post up here
I told her, post up here
Yeah

Pretty Nights lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. The BMMB)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
There's no such thing
There's no such thing
The millions they say I never know such things
Not only that they say I never blow such things
On shots vacation homes for my whole fucking team
The sweeter is the most expensive
They say I'm on but the weed I'm rolling gon' convince him
Bring in the best bottles of wine for dinner
Go ahead and let some of that stress out
We young niggas started from nothing now we pulling Porsche's and Vets out
Throwing back shots of coke in our chest out
[?] best style
Roll up that chronic so everyone can get high in this bitch
Roll one [?]
Realize I've been this shit
Realize some niggas been hating on us cuz they ignorant
Realize that I've been killing the game and I ain't innocent
Smoking my joint til it ash [?]
Sitting in a hot tub thinking about this bread of how I been getting it
For Pittsburgh just smoking up the

[The BMMB:]
Upper east side
London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice
Never going to sleep til the sun rise
Miami's heat, Paris life
I wanna live that penthouse life
Top of the world, above the sky
I wanna live that penthouse life
With a balcony to watch the stars

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Now the waiter bringing in more bottles
In the floor drunk spinning like a floor model
Could buy anything on the floor
But I don't think the floor got em
Spending money with no hesitation
You can tell that we come from the bottom
30 bottles with no conversation
That's celebration for my Forbes spot
They give us love cuz we show love
Tryna be normal but it's hard cuz everybody knows us
When you broke got nothing to lose
When you rich you got nothing to prove
Riding with the niggas that I came up with
Ain't cutting corners or rushing moves
When you the owner you walk in and back
Rocking 15 hundred dollar shoes
My Porsche cruise the

[The BMMB:]
Upper east side
London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice
Never going to sleep til the sun rise
Miami's heat, Paris life
I wanna live that penthouse life
Top of the world, above the sky
I wanna live that penthouse life
With a balcony to watch the stars

Upper east side
London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice
Never going to sleep til the sun rise
Miami's heat, Paris life
I wanna live that penthouse life
Top of the world, above the sky
I wanna live that penthouse life
With a balcony to watch the stars

[TY Dolla $ign:]
We on top of the world
On top of the world
On top of the world
No, you've never been closer
Closer to the stars
Used to be the shit we dreamed of
[?]
And I still wanna get high tonight
High tonight
High tonight
Lets get high tonight
High tonight

[The BMMB:]
Upper east side
London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice
Never going to sleep til the sun rise
Miami's heat, Paris life
I wanna live that penthouse life
Top of the world, above the sky
I wanna live that penthouse life
With a balcony to watch the stars

Blacc Hollywood (2014)



















 

Hope lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla Sign)

[Chevy Woods:]
Way before your time the world knew this would happen
Was destiny to many, was just hard work for you
As you were brought into this world
You tried to find out about your surroundings
The people, the feeling of being alive and breathing the air
The smiles you see at that point are the ones you should always remember
Authentic is due to the choices you make for yourself
It'll be a bunch of fake smiles so easy to forget
But some although not healthy for them will create an understanding of what the word real means
Us and never I is one of your greatest attributes
Others before thyself as long as long as thyself is taken care of is well being
And money, well, I know you know how to get money
I'm gonna say this one time only, live young man, you deserve it
Let's celebrate, Blacc Hollywood

And we be in the club, buying all our champagne
Spillin' it on the couches
Me and my niggas deserve this shit
We was there for the come up
I am Blacc Hollywood, I live Blacc Hollywood

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yea, yea, yea
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you drive the newest car because she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you brought a lot of drugs because she ain't lookin' for love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

Pull up to the club with my thugs smokin' so strong
Hop out and walk through the back, so high I don't know where I'm at
Them bitches get open, I'm with some niggas who all 'bout that action
Poppin' them bottles, you look outside, see them foreigns
She get them dollars out them niggas cause she ain't lookin' for love
Smoke that loud up by the pound, she get champagne and drink it up
Hope you ain't a Captain Savior cause she ain't lookin' for cuffs
In the club spinnin' face, she in your face, you think it's love
Said you throwin' dubs, bro that ain't enough
Money, clothes, and drugs, that's what bitches love
Rollie cold as fuck, that's what bitches love
Back to the topic, pop that ass and please don't stop it

Yea, yea, yea
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you drive the newest car because she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you brought a lot of drugs because she ain't lookin' for love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
That's no love, that's no love
That's your bitch, get her bed in my truck
You ain't give her what she needed, and she ain't lookin' for love
Homie she don't want no flowers, only make her cum

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Poppin' ass, kinda naughty, met her ass at the party
Took her to the after party, drink some gin off her body
Spend some ends, now I'm going in
Took her and her friend, hit the skins
Then we smoked again, eyes like I'm Korean
Shots of gin, that's what all this juice is for
In Blacc Hollywood, that's my newest car
I'm like eney meeney, I got plenty
Pockets filled with hundreds, fifties
Nothin' lower, come fuck with a stoner and get stoned

Yea, yea, yea
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you drive the newest car because she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you brought a lot of drugs because she ain't lookin' for love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

We Dem Boyz lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Yeah ayy!
Yeah ayy!
Yeah boyz
Yeah
Hol' up, hol' up

Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, pop a bottle
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, if you suck then swallow
Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow
Throwin money on her like she won the lotto
Pussy must be serious
Hol' up, scared of heights come face your fears
Hol' up, hol' up
Do it just like Nicki gon' and bend it over
Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner
Young nigga but I'm ready
Oh, foreign girls call me sexy
And white girls gimme becky
But first I gotta roll this joint, baby hol' up

Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, you drive me crazy
Number 1, bitch you can't replace me
Leave the club these hoes be tryin' to chase me
You got a ass so fat let's make a baby (and another one!)
Damn, I'm smokin' weed in my Mercedes
Hol' up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy
Man they money slim, they actin shady
I'm in my brand new car, who wanna race
Ho, bitch you ain't call my phone so why you showin' up
I'm takin them shots all my niggas stay loaded up
Man on the low all these hoes be actin so material
Hol' up, man did you see her interior

Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up

Promises lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Say baby, I'ma wait up for you
I'ma have my way with your body
And when I'm done touching you
I bet you won't wanna
Give yourself to nobody
Baby when the lights go out
It's like we're the only ones
And I already feel it now
It's like you're the only one
Only one who knows just how
How to make the time stand still
We're caught in the moment

So don't let me down
You made those promises
Don't take em back now
Don't let me down
Do all the things you said that had me going
Let's get caught in the moment
Let's get caught in the moment

Smoking one and rolling one
I come and break you down for fun
You love it when I get up in it
Kiss your body when I'm finished
My drop crotch is by Knomadik
My drop top is automatic
Put you in it, now you tweaking
I kidnap you for the weekend
Rolling up and going up
I'm smoking weed and pouring up
I take that money, hold it up
I take your legs and fold em up
I take my time, I break it down
I tell you not to make a sound
I take that KK, pass it round
Your clothes keep dropping to the ground

So don't let me down
You made those promises
Don't take em back now
Don't let me down
Do all the things you said that had me going
Let's get caught in the moment
Let's get caught in the moment

KK lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J, Project Pat)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Is this the top? Uh
I got my own weed, sucker, so I ain't gotta hit yours
I'm talking straight indo, ahh
Cali weed blowing like a Rastaman
Kush seed straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
I need it all the time, don't know what else to say
It's always on my mind, that's why every day
I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Put it in a joint, not a blunt
Don't disrespect mine, player
This not the two, this the one
Don't even need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
11th grade, made my way up to a P, man
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting up the cake and

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
I need it all the time, don't know what else to say
It's always on my mind, that's why every day
I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

[Juicy J:]
I got KK in my pipe, pockets fat like Kelly Price
If you wanna take a hit you can't be afraid of heights
You gon' need some new lungs, roll me up a blunt-a-thon
While I'm smoking out the bong getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon taste
Never hit the bong, let me demonstrate

[Project Pat:]
Go and roll it, chief and choking, marijuana, reefer smoking
Tried to sell me some under reggie, foot up in his colon
Call the doctor, call the clinic, bullshit we staying with
Your life ain't worth a motherfuckin' quarter but you payin' with it
Khalifa kush a hundred pounds, that's a half a mil
Memphis streets so eat this like a baby, like Enfamil
Lungs full of KK, have your mind on a runway
Blow my high, motherfucker, I'mma shoot up like an AK

[Juicy J:]
My white house higher than Willie Nelson
On dabs the wax is melting
These clouds are smoking, help me, I'm flying like Elroy Jetson
I might bring a dispensary down in Tennessee
Whole pounds of granddaddy, but he ain't no kin to me
(I'm staying with the greens, like collard)

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
I need it all the time, don't know what else to say
It's always on my mind, that's why every day
I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing Khalifa Kush
Blowing Khalifa Kush
Blowing Khalifa Kush
Blowing Khalifa Kush

House In The Hills lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Got no time for the conversations or funny shit
Nigga, only the reals who I get my money with
Used to turn on the TV, see what I want
And now the same one I dreamed about, the same one I'm stuntin' in
In the 6-2, almost 26
And every nigga that I'm with got a zip
I look at this shit as one big table and best believe every nigga I'm with got a sit
They try to hold us back, paint a picture of us, then sell it straight to the public
You young, black, then you thuggin'
What they don't talk about the kid that came from nothin'
Who stuck to what he believed in and turned himself into something great
They should use that story to motivate
But instead they'd rather focus on the fact that he's a pothead
Not the fact there's not a lot where I lived
25 and not dead

I'm tryna tell you somethin', this shit's real
When you work hard to get it that's how you feel
Them haters talk but they knowin' they ain't in the way, no
We started small to them houses in the hills
To them houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
To them houses in them hills

You make a little money, take care and right yourself
And people start coming up with they hand out
People take their stresses and make them yours
Well that's just what comes with being a man
I try to do all that I can to make sure that
My son grow up without having to see half of the stuff I've been through
But in life we all got our own path
Don't understand that by now you won't begin to
Cop another Rollex or Porsche try and get even with me
Pulled up to the club, swear it looked like the dealer with me
Cause we had so many cars it was stupid
So I don't see a reason to try and reason with me
Made a couple million and fast too
They ain't teach a young nigga that in the classroom
Or how to make your people better by taking knowledge and spreadin' it
Instead bein' in the game, be ahead of it, in a better whip

I'm tryna tell you somethin', this shit's real
When you work hard to get it that's how you feel
Them haters talk but they knowin' they ain't in the way, no
We started small to them houses in the hills
To them houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
To them houses in them hills

[Curren$y:]
Thousand dollar benefit plates
No matter how high the stakes, niggas never outta place
Now I'm high, Empire State
Drunk stumblin', never will I tumble far from grace
I'm one of them under-celebrated greats
Under the influence of what Uncle Snoop threw me
Soon as I stepped off the plane
Switchin' four lanes like Jay and Jermaine
Killin' beats, visitin' grave sites and pissin' champagne
I been in the crib enjoying my habits
Suckers figured this'll be the perfect time to try me
Try me
Assumptions that I'm lunchin', gettin' sloppy
I'm just gettin' better, seasoned veteran
Eagle eye perspective, scope before I go in
Come out with the whole hen
A dollar and a dream
Have a house on the hill and the world on a string

I'm tryna tell you somethin', this shit's real
When you work hard to get it that's how you feel
Them haters talk but they knowin' they ain't in the way, no
We started small to them houses in the hills
We started small to them houses in the hills
We started small to them houses in the hills
To them houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
To them houses in them hills

Ass Drop lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Goddamn, Goddamn
How the hell you get all that ass in them pants?
How you drinkin' and you ain't got no glass?
And how you came in here and you ain't got no man, what
Damn, to me you look perfect
Bend that ass over; let me see how you work it
Poppin' and shakin', get on your knees hit the dirt
Girl I go so deep in that pussy while he just hitting the surface
What is you sayin'?

Drop it down on it
Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it
Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it
Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it
Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin' for a real nigga
Go and do somethin' for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

You got a ass make a nigga wanna buy a ring
You got a ass make a nigga spend errything
You got a ass make a nigga wanna buy a ring
You got a ass make a nigga spend errything
If you've got an ass like the girls in the videos
Go and bring it my way
Ass so big it could swallow up a stripper pole
I ain't playin', no I ain't playin'
Bust it down on me, I need it, throw it, a boss wanna see it
Just give me a call and I'll beat it
I'll be all where your seat is
Mary Jane got me moving slow
I blow that by the (O, O, O, O...)
Uh

Drop it down on it
Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it
Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it
Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it
Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin' for a real nigga
Go and do somethin' for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

Got a fat ass
Go on and shake that shit
Got a fat ass
Go on and shake that shit
Whoa
Got a fat ass
Go on and shake that shit
You got a fat ass
Go on and shake that shit
Damn

Drop it down on it
Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it
Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it
Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it
Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin' for a real nigga
Go and do somethin' for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

Raw lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car
Niggas want beef, you can get it raw
Got these niggas sick, everything is raw
Ask me how I'm living mane, I'm living raw

Rolling joints like Ice Cube, living raw like dayday
Get a pound by next Friday, get me gone and I'll be faded
And they say I got that raw, yeah I got that Slim Shady
They be running for that pure, Yelawolf that MGK
I got a house like Scarface's, got a car that win races
Got some KK in the jar, know it's raw when you taste it
Eating sushi with my broad, order raw when you place it
Niggas say that they want war, I'm the wrong one to play with
Riding round, blowing pounds, so much loud
On a cloud, roll up now, throwing thou's
In your town, how it sound
Really do some for the game when they started stealing your style
Bring the kush, it's going down

Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car
Niggas want beef, you can get it raw
Got these niggas sick, everything is raw
Ask me how I'm living, I'm

Niggas over doing shit, I just give it to em raw
Drinking Bombay straight, buying bottles from the bar
Book a flight with Miley Cyrus, and we going to the stars
Got that ODB 'cause they say they like it raw
I got a four fifty engine, in the hood of my car
It sound like a dinosaur, you should hear it when it roar
I let Tuki hit the wax, he was sleeping on the floor
Hear a nigga talking shit when we creeping through your door
Her homegirl said she wanna leave with her best friend
She gon' suck it like a straw
I got dollars, I got diamonds, plus I blow it by the onion
I'm a give it to them raw

Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car
Niggas want beef, you can get it raw
Got these niggas sick, everything is raw
Ask me how I'm living, I'm

Stayin Out All Night lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

I had so much champagne up in the club
And ain't come up here tonight looking for love
I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)
I had so much champagne up in the club
And ain't come up here tonight looking for love
I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)

Now we rollin' up, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Getting drunk, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Crashing a party, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Getting this money, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

Leaving all my problems at the door
Pouring up, soon as you think it's enough they bringin' more
Hanging onto what niggas told me "get your paper up"
You work hard for what you got, they could never take it from you
All you need is a little patience, let me demonstrate
All my niggas in the game, we talkin' 'cause we been through it
Rolling weed in raw papers, taking shots, gin got me faded
If I get back to your spot, won't know how I made it
Now I made my way in the game
So much money, don't know how a nigga stayin' the same
I'm too straight, I get high all day, I take it straight to the brain
I stay fly all week, like seven days on a plane
Came here to spend it not leave with it
Got KK rolled up, let my team hit it
Some Bombay, let's sip 'til it's mayday
That fuck shit don't play
(Laughs)

I had so much champagne up in the club
And ain't come up here tonight looking for love
I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)
I had so much champagne up in the club
And ain't come up here tonight looking for love
I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)

Yeah, keep the good times rollin' and the champagne pourin'
On the plane and I don't know where I'm goin'
Make sure my team keep ballin' and the hoes keep callin'
And the money keep fallin' on the floor
Where you tryna go, only care about what's in your drink
You tryna go hard, don't think about tomorrow
Don't care about what people think
You don't care about waitin' outside
You be with everybody up in the front
You yellin' "face down, ass up" up in the club
And now we all turning up (let's party)
I'm in the club rolling weed like I'm Marley
Smoking dearly departed
That's kill, too real, come to me get it started
And The bottles be poppin' like its 4th of July
We just pourin' them shots, back shooting corks in the sky
Pouring some for the girls, and pouring more for my guys
Cause we made it my niggas, I just wanna thank my niggas
Hear them niggas talking shit, but they ain't my niggas

Now we rollin' up, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Getting drunk, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Crashing a party, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Getting this money, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

I had so much champagne up in the club
And ain't come up here tonight looking for love
I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)

The Sleaze lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

This year I'm going insane, mental disease
Puttin' a bar up to a place, niggas can't reach
Bout to cop so many chains, li'l Mr. T
The way she give me brain, she need a degree
She dropped it to the floor, she did it for the cheese
Told her that I need some more, she did it with sleaze
Clique full of G's
And they go ape, don't swing through the trees
Try 'em, them triggers will squeeze
Did it with sleaze
And your wifey love a nigga with sleeves
Hit it and leave
I ain't stressing, when will you niggas believe
Shit is a breeze
Give me the keys

Just copped the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze
They say I run the game, literally
I'm walking to the bank, get it with sleaze
My car is sleazy, my squad is sleazy
My job is sleazy, its way too easy
Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

Ain't too much hustling
Get it go straight to the bank, my nigga I can't get enough of it
Ashes all over my jeans, if this shit stank I'm puffing it
Trying to do shit just like Puff did it
Dirty ass game, ain't no loving it
That nigga hates, bitches lovin' it
They say I run the game
Got fortune, fuck the fame
My garage is like a showroom
Couple ounces in my brain
Damn she fine, thick as can be
Buy me all the newest things, ma this dick ain't for free
Everywhere I go I'm weed scented
Rock crew necks ripped jean with em
Take no swag, mix sleaze with it
Take your ho, spend cheese with us
Everywhere I go, I'm weed scented
Rock crew-necks reps jeans with it
Take no swag, mix sleaze with it
Taylor Gang, we beez with it

Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze
They say I run the game, literally
I'm walking to the bank, get it with sleaze
My car is sleazy, my squad is sleazy
My job is sleazy, its way too easy
Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

Taylor Gang
If you real badass, you know what the fuck I'm talking bout
Fuck the rules, we make our own
I'm my own boss
I count my own money
I fire the fuck out of you niggas If I feel like it
And I'm sleazy as hell
Feel me?

Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze
They say I run the game, literally
I'm walking to the bank, get it with sleaze
My car is sleazy, my squad is sleazy
My job is sleazy, its way too easy
Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

So High lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ghost Loft)

First thing uh huh, wake up out a dream uh huh
Grab a lighter uh huh, something I can steam uh huh
Bong rip uh huh, make sure its clean uh huh
Smoke sesh uh huh, nigga what you mean uh huh
In my car uh huh, cruising down the street uh huh
So stoned I'mm need something to eat uh huh
No tray uh huh, ashes on my seat uh huh
Highed up uh huh, Taylors on my feet uh huh
Cloud 9 uh huh, going through my mind uh huh
Take a toke uh huh, hold it 'til you choke huh uh
Moving forward uh huh, cruising on my board uh huh
Still got more uh huh, burn it til it's short uh huh

(And I be floating)
And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(Higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating)
And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(High than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be higher than a motherfucker)

High up and we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling
Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Tell that nigga use a grinder for that weed uh huh
And tell him "roll another joint don't fall asleep" uh huh
Smoke peace uh huh, pipe like a chief uh huh
Heard you got a cheaper price for that reefer huh
What you need? Uh huh, never find a seed uh huh
Take a dab uh huh, straight THC uh huh
For the highest in the room look at me uh huh
Somewhere in the clouds that's where we wanna be uh huh
Got you shook uh uh, not just for the look uh huh
Half the day uh huh, rolled the whole book uh huh
Drive slow uh huh, blow it by the O uh huh
Eyes low uh huh, everybody know it damn

(And I be floating)
And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(Higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating)
I get so high
Fuck around and never come down
(And I be higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be higher than a motherfucker)

Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling
Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Growing up uh huh, never gave a fuck uh huh
Pulling out the 62 and showing up uh huh
Twenty-six, guess that mean I'm growing up uh huh
Pouring up uh huh, all my niggas rolling up
Making sure that

And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(Higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating)
And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(And I be higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating)

Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling
Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Still Down lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
All my niggas is day ones
I only fuck with A1's
You niggas know what the gang is
We young black and dangerous
Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down with the shit
Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down, still down

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, they can't believe I'm still here
Made a million dollars but I wouldn't replace it for nothin'
A lotta niggas been killed here
I done seen niggas get they whole shit blown off in public
A lotta blood, sweat, and hope came from this block
When floodin', a lotta dope came from this block
But fuck it, I'm in my whip pushing buttons
I think about the ones that dead and gone and ones that still thuggin'
Uh, and they still down
Got no love for them pussy ass motherfuckers, cause they still clowns
Smokin real pounds, just bought a real home
Me and my watch, both real stoned
Pour some gin, man it's all about the m's
New Ferrari or a Benz, get a joint and hold it in
And I been with the same niggas since they was hitting licks
And yeah they still with the shits

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
All my niggas is day ones
I only fuck with A1's
You niggas know what the gang is
We young black and dangerous
Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down with the shit
Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down, still down

[Chevy Woods:]
(Yeah, Taylor Gang, Chevy)
Yo, tell them niggas we nothin' alike
They see us and imitate what they want to be like
What's hand and hand to them J's next day on the flight
Shit, where I'm from if you're out too late then you're playing with your life
Bet they feel how I feel, dinner out in Brazil
My day ones'll see about you for me for real
And the finest of fashion, makin' a statement
Who thought it used to take me to get it now anything we can afford it
Hate us so much that I'm cakin', I ain't mad at them at all
Just know about this dough, don't make or make you a John
Huh, the same ones that been A1's
A few niggas gone act different when that change come
Yeah, horsepower from that kitchen vision
It's Taylor Gang, when you they ask you tell them we the business
Them niggas tryna copy us, they lookin' stupid
Swear, dressing all crazy, boy you look like a build-a-bear

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
All my niggas is day ones
I only fuck with A1's
You niggas know what the gang is
We young black and dangerous
Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down with the shit
Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down, still down

Still down, down, down, down, down
All day errday I come around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
We stay down, down, down, down, down
All day errday they say we wouldn't make it
It's just me and my niggas
Just me and my niggas

All my niggas is day ones
I only fuck with A1's
You niggas know what the gang is
We young black and dangerous
Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down with the shit
Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down, still down

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