Wiz Khalifa Lyrics
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
Most Of Us lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Most of us
Most of us
Most of us
Most of us
Most of us
Most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, ride around with pistols, we don't give a fuck
Most of us, down to rep that gang and we gon' throw it up
Most of us, brought our own dope and we down to smoke
Most of us, need a bad bitch with some good throat
Most of us, came from nothin', we get somethin', we gon' ball
Most of us, got that work for sale, we just need a call
Most of us, 'bout that change, pop his brain, no remains
Most of us, feel no pain, homie, it's a dirty game
Most of us, never seen this comin' so we feelin' blessed
Most of us, got alotta shit to get up off our chest
Most of us, still up in the field right where niggas get killed
Most of us, know that shit can get real in that city of steel
Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us (yeah bitch)
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us
Most of us
Most of us
Most of us
Most of us, made our own way without a hand out
Most of us, smoke that loud kush so we stand out
Most of us, rather get the top instead of fuckin' that bitch
Most of us, rather pass her off instead of lovin' the bitch
Most of us, spend thousands on clothes, still don't care how we dress
Most of us, seen the top but still know what the bottom is
Most of us, keep your main bitch in our phone
Most of us, keep Khalifa kush in the bong
Started off with nothin' now my niggas is on
If we got a problem, we don't put it in song
Most of us, got our change up, never change up
Most of us, Taylor Gang or, you a stranger
Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Zoney lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Sebastian)
Yeah it's real shit
Let me roll this weed up and wrap this shit, you know
Too much purple for me
Uh, coming up I always thought I'd be the runner up
Gave my all but it felt like it wasn't enough
I remember spending summers in the studio
My pops told me have fun be a kid for once
What he ain't know, was for a kid a that I had big dreams
I take a small frame turn it into a big screen
Taking best friends turn them to a good team
I'm watching Scarface living all the good scenes
Burning dope thinking about the days when I was broke
Desperate niggas in my city don't know how to cope
Young nigga said he starving he ain't got a meal
Down to catch a body all about a dollar bill
My niggas is all I got so it's more than trust
We ain't even have a car we was on the bus
Public transportation now it's hundred grands we makin'
Throw it in the safe I can't hear what they say
I'm packing up my bags
Packing up my bags, packing up my bags
I gotta catch a plane
Gotta catch a plane, gotta catch a plane
I can't be at home
Can't be at home, can't be at home
I gotta be away
Gotta be away, gotta be away
There's just way to many niggas I use to know back in the day
Now when I see them out
I just don't got shit to say to you niggas
When I see you in the club I make my way through you niggas
You must be mad I ain't wait on you
But no matter the circumstances I never get hate on you
I'm just taking all my dream trying to make it facts
Putting on for my team trying to make it crack
Getting all sorts of green trying to make a stack
Lose yourself in my city and never make it back
Said he will but the chances are he will never change
Daddy sold dope but you would probably do the same thing
If I get $30K I would probably spend it on my wrist
Fuck these politics when these kids ain't have a pot to piss
Fuck the Promises, the shit I'm on is common sense
If you ain't talking them I'm gone
I'm packing up my bags
Packing up my bags, packing up my bags
I gotta catch a plane
Gotta catch a plane, gotta catch a plane
I can't be at home
Can't be at home, can't be at home
I gotta be away
Gotta be away, gotta be away
[Wiz and Sebastian:]
Say "Hello, my name is Sebastian"
Hello, my name is Sebastian
Do you love your daddy?
Yeah
Say "I love you daddy"
I love you daddy
Say "I miss you daddy"
I miss you daddy
Go to the mic and say "yo"
Yo
Say "What up"
What up
Say "What's cracking"
What's cracking
Say "Taylor Gang"
Taylor Gang
(Ha) Say "TGOD"
TGOG
(Ha, ha, ha)
Say "I love my daddy"
I love my daddy
I love you to handsome boy
Say Pixburg
Pixburg!
(Ha, ha, ha)
Do daddy laugh
(Ha, ha, ha)
You got it!
Lit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign:]
Ooh, ooh
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Let's get to the basics, let's get to the basics (get to the basics)
I'm rollin' a J up, I'm lovin' the fragrance (lovin' the fragrance)
I'm hardly on time 'cause my mind is where space is (my mind is where space is)
But I always on grind 'cause that's how my fam raised me (how my fam raised me, how my fam raised me)
Think I got problems, say that I'm crazy (say that I'm crazy)
Love marijuana, smoke on the daily (smoke on the daily)
Smoke with my mama, roll one for my lady (one for my lady, one for my lady)
Blow the whole pound now, came up from an eighty (up from an eighty)
I'm lettin' the top down, and countin' them faces (countin' them faces)
I'm blowin' the smoke out, exhalin' the vapors (exhalin' the vapors)
I'm smokin' in public, they stare in amazement (they stare in amazement)
I'm lightin' that bomb up, it's takin' me places (takin' me places)
[Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign:]
Ooh, ooh
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I pull up foreign, lil' baby foreign
I let her drive when it get boring, I lay back smoking, ooh yeah
Fog up these windows, fog up these windows
Girl, first we were just smoking and then we're fucking (Lord)
Drop her off, tell her good night
Gotta go get my money right
OG Louis thirteen on me
Don't pass me that mid, homie
Judge gave my nigga life
He took the bitch, still didn't snitch homie
Niggas quick to claim they real never been through nothing
Had to keep my distance from these bustas (From these bustas)
Fuck her one time, I won't never trust her (I won't never trust her)
She got attached to these real wings (Real wings)
Deleting all her texts while I roll a whole
[Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign:]
Ooh, ooh
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Let's go (Let's go)
Let's go (Let's go)
Let's get it (Let's get it)
Haha
Roll up my weed as soon as the day start
Get me a pound and I break it apart
Kush on my clothes, smell the green in my car
Ain't coming close, you smell me from afar
Time after time, I keep smoking that herb
Joint after joint, I must be on the verge
Of overdosing, I be on that loud
Speeding me up, while I'm slowing you down
I just got back from an overseas trip
Smoking with Ty, he got me high as shit
Cause we keep nothing but good in our J
Repping our gang and we mob everyday
Break down an ounce, put it right on a tray
Ain't saving nothing, we smoke everything
Light up a joint, let it stink up the place
Or hit the bong, blow the smoke in your face
I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high
(Love getting high)
And I love getting high
(Love getting high)
I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high
(Love getting high)
And I love getting high
(Love getting high)
Break it down and roll another one, I could get anything I want
I told her "You should bring a friend for the crew" (friend for the crew)
Hear 'em talk but they ain't want it though, I'm in the Hall of Fame of smoke
'Cause everybody that I'm with, get high too (get high too)
Only rolling in a Wiz Khalifa paper (Khalifa paper)
Taylor Gang G Pen, smell the vapor (smell the vapor)
Take it to the head before I walk up to the plane
I'll probably get so fucking high
Won't even know my fucking name
You got to be a pro, if you wanna get this blow
Never inhale, teach you how to hit this smoke
And I'm never running out of it (running out of it)
Kush smoke, got a lot of it (got a lot of it)
Smoke like we hit the lottery (hit the lottery)
Seen Snoop, he was proud of me (he was proud of me)
Won't go broke 'cause I never spend (never spend)
If them hoes don't smoke, don't let 'em in (don't let 'em in)
I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high
(Love getting high)
And I love getting high
(Love getting high)
I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high
(Love getting high)
And I love getting high
No Permission lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
When I ride by, I want you to see what I see
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit's very clear, uh
Pass me a joint, guarantee Imma hit it
Come to that life, I don't talk it, I live it
I got a old school ass car you can sit in
I got a crib that you probably can't get it
I got a pound, we can grind it and twist it
I been at work on the grind for a minute
Smokin' that loud and still mindin' my business
She fuck with me because I got the vision
Countin' my benjis
Puttin' it all in the bank but I don't really mind if I spend it
Can't take it? Don't cross the line when you finish
When you stay all on your grind you can get it
When we be fuckin' I'm climbin' up in it
She fuck with me because I got the vision
Haters be talkin', don't mind 'em, don't listen
Duckin' 'em shots, that's divine intervention
I be so high, you should probably come visit
You make a choice, hope you like your decision
Come to my crib, we can spark and get lifted
Go up in smoke just like I'm a magician
She ain't have fun, then she probably was trippin'
She fuck with me because I got the vision
Get to this money, get high, my intentions
Family first, that's a valuable lesson
She fuck with me because I got the vision
I fuck with her, when I'm talkin', she listen
When we together, we stick to the mission
Sparkin' that weed up without no permission
She fuck with me because I got the vision
I fuck with her, when I'm talkin', she listen
When we together, we stick to the mission
Rollin' that weed up without no permission, uh
Money come and money go, we stay the same though
Oh, oh
Money come and money go, we stay the same though
Oh, oh
Money come and money go, we stay the same though
Oh, oh
Money come and money go, we stay the same though
Money come and money go, we stay the same though
Oh, oh
Money come and money go, we stay the same though
Oh, oh
Money come and money go, we stay the same though
Oh, oh
Money come and money go, we stay the same though
[Chevy Woods:]
Still getting richer, her friend came for richer
Ain't answer my calls and I guess you don't know 'bout this blessing you missin'
Keys in ignition, ready to start it
Killing that pussy, that's dearly departed
OK, now give me your thoughts on this carpet
Just got the call, Imma pull up and park it
Smellin' like kush, what could you tell me?
Body all chocolate like Keisha in Belly
Damn girl I like what you do with that jelly
You here for your interview, shoutout O'Reilly
We gettin' money nigga case closed
All hundreds to the bankroll
If you coming nigga, let's go
I'm talking crab with the eggroll
Just shot a text "What you doin tonight?"
Oh is you down for the chewin' the night?
Turn off the lights but that ain't what I like
I want to see what you do in the light
Told me you grown and don't need no permission
If it hadn't been for you Ima need intervention
Hold up a second, I'm talkin', just listen
What's on your mind?
Don't make no decisions
I'm gone
iSay lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)
It's KK what I'm smoking nigga
And I done popped so many bottles think I'm through with it
Been smoking so much weed in public owners cool with it
Been on my grind since I was young and now I'm stupid rich
You niggas stupid, I'm in the club and it's ruthless
My crew ain't part of that bullshit
My new whips the hardest
Walk in the office like a business man
I'm just an artist
Smoking and all, crib full of weed
Plaques on the wall
My face on all the magazines
Kush in this jar I'm getting this cheese
Pants skinny rubber bands plenty
Whole team going hard like it's the last inning
Whole team going hard you got no chance of winning
Lot of seats on the floor lot of cash pending
I play the game left hand like my man Jimi
You just a right hand man call that man Semmi
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
All of this off the internet
Those who ain't seen it coming dog I been a threat
Been smoking up all this weed
Been rolling up while I drive
Been to the bottom and back
Been seen you haters disguised
Niggas telling me lies
Just to try to get close
Shades cover my eyes cause I be higher than most
Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn't tired
Live by the code, money power
Once I got on, my niggas hired
Juicy J he ride, it's the gang or die
The game will stress you out but that's what this dubie is for
You acting like you know me now
Never knew me before
Snoop sat me down, school me even more
Kick it with my son and don't even do the awards
Said next year I might win me one
You got problems don't lend me none
Got a pound then go send me one
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
[Juicy J:]
Niggas out here broke because they scared of that bread
My money so old I got mold on that bread
How you think I went and copped that Rolls-Royce Corniche?
Turn around and bought a Maybach next week
A nigga don't hustle then a nigga don't eat
A nigga ain't paying fair, and life ain't cheap
Nigga ain't shit sweet but this box of swisher sweets
Ever since I was a youngin I was
Getting it in the streets
Now I'm on tour even getting it overseas
All the way in Switzerland stacking swisser-cheese
I ain't too good for that brown paper bag
I can still move that work and I get it off fast, hoe
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
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
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
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