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
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