Real As You Think lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Problem & Curren$y)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Fresh off the plane
Pittsburgh pimpin' blew up and now he got his own strain
Diamond everything
We tired of paying for it so we put it in our name
To the top, but where we came from is way different
Been a boss and gon' remain
Know the cost, I can't complain
I'm back and rolling joints bigger than ever
The more time I take, the better I get
The more chains I cop, the wetter she get
All bullshit aside but never forget
Heard boss shit before but never like this
Blowing O's in my whip
Writing flows, bringing pounds where we ain't supposed to
But they don't even trip
Name on the list, we don't wait 'til it come out
Might buy every one so they don't exist
Rollie on the wrist
Competition try and miss
Diamonds on my fist
Gotta rock the coldest 'fits
Glad you noticed, never seen nothing like this so they focus
Mixing my new shit with my old shit
White diamonds on gold
We fell in love with how the money fold
Hundred millions I done sold, changed souls with the stories I told
Take it as a compliment when them younger niggas tell me that I'm getting old
That mean my money mature
Villas on shores, having conversations with billionaires
Skip the awards, we already there
Just keep the chronic smoke in the air
Model chick with long hair wearing weave cause it's easier to maintain
My niggas come from hunger pains
Now we all rocking two or three chains, Versace everything
Spilling our drinks, pulling out minks
Live a life that's as real as you think
[Problem & Wiz Khalifa:]
It take a lot to keep a crew alive
Really socialize
Beef shit, we don't vocalize
Keep it in overdrive
Come through and catch a vibe
Bitches is over fine
G's up, stay cheesed up, smoke it then re-up
It takes a lot to keep a crew alive
From counting twenties and fives
To private jets when we flying
They can't believe us
It take a lot to keep a crew alive
So we keep the bottles on ice
Staying down, still cursin' to Jesus (What?)
[Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y:]
So if I tell you something, I meant it, man
I'm not just doing this shit for my motherfucking health
I ain't got time to waste
You know that old ass saying, "Time is money?"
Well I got a whole lot of money
And I don't got a whole lot of time
So don't mind me if I change that up
Let me sit
[Curren$y:]
Paper been sitting up, just collecting dust
Though my Bentley clean as fuck, super sharp
Your bitch got cut, you mad but
You need to analyze the game that you laid
Had hella cracks in the frame, foundation was weak
She peeped early you was a lame
And proceeded to deplete your change
Smoking weed with my gang
Track suit tailored to feature my watch and bracelet
My reputation speak for me, I don't really say shit
Killer whales tip the scale, major sales
They praying that we fail though the real prevail
The illest niggas
Them haters really just wishing they could kick it with us
I swear that's why they so mad
Chevrolets candy painted, laid on the Ave
Hitting switches, drag the ass, sparking like a lighter
Million dollar rap writer, full time low-rider
A New Orleans East Sider
All my weed designer, all my hoes'll open fire
Yeah
Taylor lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Okay
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Cardo got wings)
I ain't gon' keep playin' with y'all
Not like I was before though, haha
Uh
Backseat how I like to ride
Two freaks tryna fit inside
Just left the club, now she wanna slide
Nigga keep callin' so she tryna hide
Big chain, got her eyes wide
Big dope, nigga, no lie
Presidential, monumental
She only fuck with you when the rent due
I'm tryna bag one when I spin through
On the grind, gettin' money's not a issue
You know it's the bomb just by the scent
Nigga sayin' he a pimp, but he doin' shit that tricks do
Lot of bullshit I been through
It made me a boss and my whole team official
We just stickin' to the script
Niggas sayin' they get down but I promise they don't do it like this
'Bout to take another trip
Tell my bitch roll another zip
And my gang don't slip
Smoke trees, count a mil' before I dip
So much that the bank can't fit
She chose up, you can't blame her
We in the room high as a skyscraper
We came this far, ain't never gon' change up
Homie, that's Taylor
Straight game what I give her
Big crib but I made it out of Pittsburgh
No time for the fuck shit
We pull up, cleanest niggas at the function
All white Benz lookin' for some skins
Make sure I got room for you plus your friends
Straight card, no cash
Heard them niggas be simpin' so them niggas ain't lastin'
Get a joint and put gas in
Them niggas ain't even in my way, I move past 'em
Everything I make classic
And niggas be hatin', but to me that ain't natural
And it's pay me, fuck you
Smell two K's when I come through
I just roll another zip
Niggas sayin' they get down but I promise they don't do it like this
'Bout to take another trip
Tell my bitch roll another zip
And my gang don't slip
Smoke trees, count a mil' before I dip
So much that the bank can't fit
She chose up, you can't blame her
We in the room high as a skyscraper
We came this far, ain't never gon' change up
Homie, that's Taylor
G.O.A.T Flow lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. THEMXXNLIGHT)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Detain the boss, maybe it's 'cause these 'fits I been gettin' off
Cardo got wings
Okay
You niggas still lost
Uh
Tryna detain the boss
Maybe it's 'cause these 'fits that I'm getting off
Outfits, murder one, I ain't killin' 'em soft
Big crib, that's a mansion and not a loft
I ain't never falling off, won't take part in that
Some niggas get money, don't know how to react
Ain't a million dollars, my name ain't on the contract
She ain't a boss, you can have her back
I'm where her loft at
Smoking out, playing my favorite songs
Let her hit the weed and she sing along
Pink diamonds, Rolexes telling the time
And if I wanna make a movie, she gon' tag along
I ain't one for boasting and bragging
I'm the type to put it in my raps, you find out that most of it happened
You smell the smoke, you know it's the captain
Bring in the bottles, I roll 'em and pass 'em
[THEMXXNLIGHT:]
When I wake up in the morning
I'm rollin' up the weed and I'm thinking 'bout you
And what we gon' do, yeah
I might take you back to my home
Smoke all them joints and I'm thinkin' 'bout you
And what we gon' do
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I got it legalized
And now it's me and my homies when I need to fly
My money a bigger size
And if she ain't coming home tomorrow, I'm the reason why
For my team, down to ride, you see it in my eyes
Thirteenss on the side, my trees crystalize
'Bout the life to live, I ain't missing mine
Leave it all for my kid
I can hear 'em hatin' from the distance
The world's filled with all kinds of paper, I'm tryna get it
Treat her so good that she think of me when I'm finished
Going so hard they just wait for the intermission
But I ain't never letting up
Never rushing my moves
I just wait for them to slack off, giving me the perfect opportunity
Then I set 'em up
Chain cold as the weather in December
This that G.O.A.T. flow, I know you remember
[THEMXXNLIGHT:]
When I wake up in the morning
I'm rollin' up the weed and I'm thinking 'bout you
And what we gon' do, yeah
I might take you back to my home
Smoke all them joints and I'm thinkin' 'bout you
And what we gon' do
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tell her what I do
Yeah
I tell her what I do, do
Yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do
Yeah, yeah, no, no, I tell her what I do
Bacc To Winning lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
(Cardo got wings)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Bong rips before Benihanas
You need to come with me and unwind
Be there in a nick of time
We pull up and skip the line
You could order what you want, girl, it's just fine
I ain't gotta say it twice
You the type to play your cards right
Leave your homegirls and stay out all night
Get excited when you find out the price
Love me like your first piece of ice
Or your favorite pair of Nikes
Either scenario, I'm what you wearing
Style no comparing
Ain't care so it's nothing for you to share them
I'll hit you when my plane landing
Pay you a visit when I can
And when I see you don't be acting different
Through with them losers, now you back to winning
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
No, you don't need no man
Girl, you get it on your own
And we don't need no drugs
We already in our zone
Oh, you got it right back
Right back, right back
Right back, right back
Oh, you're back to winning
Oh, back to winning
Yeah, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
We built this so I'ma stand on it
Ain't right 'less me and my man own it
Know the bottom because we came from it
And they surprised 'cause we planned on it
Confrontation, never ran from it
Million dollar conversations, product placement
Trying to keep up but they out of date
Out of breath, out of line, all the way out of shape
Now they hate
If I roll it up it gotta be great
Bank account look like what the lottery say
Any time of day
Put a couple low-riders in your face
Wan' go, but she probably stay
Running game how it ought to be played
Ten years, ain't nobody take a shot at me
If it ain't cruise life, don't try to ride with me
One in the back, one on the side of me
In and out like a robbery
And the eyes never lied to me
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
No, you don't need no man
Girl, you get it on your own
And we don't need no drugs
We already in our zone
Oh, you got it right back
Right back, right back
Right back, right back
Oh, you're back to winning
Oh, back to winning
Yeah, yeah
Chevy Bars lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)
[Chevy Woods:]
She always in the latest
It gotta be something about her, I can't do no basic
Need us annihilate then, that's just to keep it player
Been getting money, don't be stupid, can't do me no favors
I got this project chick always play Lil Wayne
I think she tryna drive me crazy, told her stay in her lane
They always told me it was fire when it came to that 'caine
Yeah I was serving hard in like James and kept a rocket
Way too G'd up, feet up, light the weed up
I took his honey from him, she told me you wan' be us
He had a buzz, that was a light year
With 20-20, you pussy, we see it quite clear
I hit your BM in her DM then had her with me by PM
Stevie Wonder, I get money off keys and never see 'em, uh
Ain't saying shit, boy, you all talk
And ain't no prices ever dropping over here, this ain't Walmart
Big Pride (Bag Talk) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)
[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]
And you know we ain't dry on the side
We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets
Don't be mad, put your pride to the side
Real niggas don't gossip, lil' nigga, stop it
And you know we ain't dry on the side
We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets
Don't be mad, put your pride to the side
Real niggas don't gossip (Okay), lil' nigga, stop it (Uh)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Big bag, I'm a big bag talker
Diamonds in my chain, look just the Wheel of Fortune
Different colors, they both sisters but got different mothers
Park my whips together, pull up, make 'em kiss each other
New flavors, I got lots of new flavors
Hella lit with all these bottles at my fuckin' table
We know that it's night time, it look like the day, though
Why'd I worry 'bout being signed when I own the label?
Why'd I worry 'bout one horse when I own a stable?
I remember one room with the basic cable
I remember niggas talked, they don't want the fade though
I remember you's a trick so the pussy paid for, yeah yeah
[Young Deji:]
And you know we ain't dry on the side
We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets
Don't be mad, put your pride to the side
Real niggas don't gossip, lil' nigga, stop it
And you know we ain't dry on the side
We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets
Don't be mad, put your pride to the side
Real niggas don't gossip, lil' nigga, stop it
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm a big risk taker
Hundred on the neck, cop some ice for the wrist later (Wrist later)
Saw it, that's the deal breaker
Out in LA ballin', got me feelin' like a real Laker (Real Laker)
Shorty get a hand
All that postin' on the 'Gram ain't for free, that's her bread-maker (Bread-maker)
And I hardly go to bed
I could hardly see the day that my squad ain't gettin' fed (Gettin' fed)
Got a problem, nigga, say it
And that money so long, we don't count it, we just weigh it (We just weigh it)
Your respect, you better pay it
Or some niggas you don't know pullin' up to where you stay at
[Young Deji:]
And you know we ain't dry on the side
We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets
Don't be mad, put your pride to the side
Real niggas don't gossip, lil' nigga, stop it
And you know we ain't dry on the side
We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets
Don't be mad, put your pride to the side
Real niggas don't gossip, lil' nigga, stop it
What You Deserve lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)
Yo, yo, what up? What up?
It's your boy Nick Budsworth
Right here with your 4/20 check-in
I know you riding high out there
So make sure you buckle your seatbelts
We got a lot of traffic so you might wanna have one rolled
Drink lots of water 'cause it's hot out
And if you're gonna be out all night, don't watch for the police
'Cause they don't give a fuck if you're smoking these days
It's legal, bitch
[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]
You know I got what you need, baby
Know what you deserve
You know I got what you need, baby
I'm what you deserve (Okay)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
If my gang's in it, then you know it's legit
Buy the diamond rings, frozen fist
Legendary status, close to it
Pounds, growin' it, then we smokin' it
I ain't through with the game 'til I recoup everything that I'm supposed to get
Couple doors, open them
So niggas after me can get rich before they close again
If we ain't close, then we closin' in
Hittin' that chronic and holdin' it in
How many days he gon' roll again?
Made a mil' gettin' stoned with his friends
Makin' sure we look good for them pictures that we posin' in
Champagne bottles cold in the fridge
I'm goin' in and goin' again
Niggas sick, they got no defense
Can't block shit
Gettin' dollars make a lot of sense
Boy, your pockets full of lint
Pull 'em inside out before you sit
[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]
You know I got what you need, baby (Yeah, yup)
Know what you deserve
You know I got what you need, baby
I'm what you deserve
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Keep the drinks cold
Seen shit get worse so we don't care when they reach
Before the paper meet the ink, think
Got our own weed, got our own everything
Trips every week, 20k for a seat
Tried to stay low-key but paparazzi won't let me
Old Chevies, new Mercedes, a few ladies
A couple niggas who wanted millions since we was babies
I get the room, it's so comfortable, say she gotta stay (Gotta stay)
Money, I made a lot today (A lot today)
Pulling out them private tables
Thirty a hand if you wanna play
Risk it all before I play it safe
If you broke, I'ma stay away
It goes down if I okay it
Four cars where I stay at
Racin' boats, catchin' all the wave action
Jetlife, Taylor Gang captain
The ones you named your plane after
[Young Deji:]
You know I got what you need, baby
Know what you deserve
You know I got what you need, baby
I'm what you deserve
Yea Yup lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah, yup
(La música de Harry Fraud)
(Let me just run through it in my head)
Uh
Get up off your ass
This cash ain't gon' get itself, the race ain't gon' win itself
Focus on your business and your health
Put them notches on your belt
Treat them haters like they not here
Only smoke it if it's top tier
Never puttin' your trust in a girl, that's bein' smart, it's not fear
All that I'm sayin', they motive's not clear
Lookin' for a come-up, you won't get a shot here
And still them bottles gon' pop, 'nother 30K, you gotta go shop
Even though it pains 'em, I guarantee it ain't never gon' stop
I'm with a few G's, you ready or not?
We levelin' up, conversations 'bout television and such
Make a toast to the better us
We never die, never givin' up
Never let sucker sheep get ahead of us
Blow rapper weed on the regular
You just rappers with weed, et cetera
[Young Deji:]
It's our time
I don't wanna hear you cry
Stop complaining, it's our time
I don't wanna hear you cry
Stop complaining, complaining, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Whatever you like, I got it on ice
Trips to paradise, never seen you wear it twice
We don't care the price, diamonds in our wrist-wear
We celebrate 365 days out of the year
It took a lot to get here, some losses
Now we pour out our own liquor and race Porsches
Several options
Stay real and still made a fortune
Doesn't happen often
Pull up, don't let the valet park it
Mama get in, don't make it awkward
This some G shit you wanna take part in
And if it ain't, well then I'll gladly beg your pardon
Rollin' KK, got it straight from out the garden
Bank the largest
Thank the Lord when we make deposits
Lot of hate but we shake it off us
We invest if it's makin' dollars
This for legacy, it ain't for follows
[Young Deji:]
It's our time
I don't wanna hear you cry
Stop complaining, it's our time
I don't wanna hear you cry
Stop complaining, complaining, yeah
Gold Bottles lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah, yeah
We still in the mix (Statik Selektah)
We got that Wiz Khalifa
We got that McQueen
We got that Taylor Gang
It's all coming up next
Yeah, yup
Stay lit
Get out the gold bottles, cars, got old models
Girls, keep 'em in bunches, learn to roll with the punches
Buy anything that I want, would rather save up
Paper phasers is what they labeled us
Twelve whips plus, but this one is my favorite
Cooled up, playing my latest shit
Your girl tired of curated playlists
Nothing else to say, but let's get paid
We ain't promised tomorrow, so we live today
Different stroke, same weed, rolled in a J
Another tour planned, slave to make a million dollars on a stage
Stick to the script, we on the same page
And if I ain't do it yet, then you can bet
More diamond chains, Porsches, and Corvettes
Pullin' up to the set, get nothing but respect
Niggas fuck with the gang and love the Jets
Been around the world for the checks
This ain't checkers, it's chess
You better make your best move next
[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]
Every day, every day
Every day is a better day
And it's all love, it's all love (Okay)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
FaceTimes from the homie
Saying I'm doing a great job
When you thoroughbred, it ain't hard
Do more than just play the cards
My son future what I'm saving for
Me falling off, shit that's what they banking on
That ain't really rapper weed, you just think it's strong
She ain't really in your corner, you just think she yours
Several floors, you can smell the kush through the door
Raise generations, we don't need awards
Ain't doing red carpets no more
Just send my shit straight to the crib if I win
Lately, I been going in, customizing rims
Hittin' up models that's slim
Who ride and say they wan' come get high again
Sliding in a Benz
A hundred million dollars, I been trying since a kid
There ain't no KK on it, I ain't flying in it then
Gotta represent, new residents
Never hesitant, dead presidents
[Young Deji:]
Every day, every day
Every day is a better day
And it's all love, it's all love
Every day, every day
Every day is a better day
And it's all love, it's all love
[WEED Radio & Sebastian Thomaz:]
Like I said y'all, it's going down, W-E-E-D
Shout out to Wiz Khalifa, man
He's in town tonight and he's got a special guest with him
He's bringing the Khalifa Kush with him as well
And um, speaking of Khalifa Kush
I heard Wiz has an Oreo commercial
Featuring his own son Sebastian
And we actually got Sebastian on the line right now
That's right, Wiz Khalifa's six year old son Sebastian is on the line right now
Sebastian, what do you wanna hear?
Some player shit
Taylor Life lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Sosamann)
Statik Selektah
[Sosamann:]
What I'm smokin' got me feelin'
Like we ain't ever comin' down tonight
And I came from the bottom, nowadays they see me winnin'
The Taylor way is how I live my life
What I'm smokin' got me feelin'
Like we ain't ever comin' down tonight
And I came from the bottom, nowadays they see me winnin'
The Taylor way is how I live my life
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Throwin' tips to the distributors
Only focus is our kids and the culture we contribute to
Pull up book, invite the prime minister
Hundred black cars in a line, bulletproof, never dyin'
Gold pieces with diamonds to tell our time
All our women fine, team solid, never drop dimes
Came up out the sky with a Louis bag and a pound
Some pairs of Air Force Ones
I'll make a million dollars 'fore I'm done
Focused on funds, cars with engines in the trunk
We leavin' the venue drunk
They pointin', sayin' we livin' it up
Get as much as you give? Well, shit
I'm tryna give it all so I can get it back
Now Taylor Gang that
[Sosamann:]
What I'm smokin' got me feelin'
Like we ain't ever comin' down tonight
And I came from the bottom, nowadays they see me winnin'
The Taylor way is how I live my life
What I'm smokin' got me feelin'
Like we ain't ever comin' down tonight
And I came from the bottom, nowadays they see me winnin'
The Taylor way is how I live my life
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Since the first turkey bag, we ain't never look back
My nigga said he'd get the hotel
I said "Nah, I'll sleep on the couch," and that was that
We here right on time, hater, relax
Raw papers by the pack
Wakin' up neighbors
Was on the road for a couple months so I stacked
Taylor Gang, Jet Life, fill the walls up with plaques
Leadin' by action, rollin' weed up in a classic
Relaxin', leave the show with too much cash to spend
Get back to the pad
Remember days when niggas was doin' bad
Now our girls look like they doin' ads
Wasn't into sports or too into class
But all my chains look like your phone flashin'
New estate, the gate automatic
[Sosamann:]
What I'm smokin' got me feelin'
Like we ain't ever comin' down tonight
And I came from the bottom, nowadays they see me winnin'
The Taylor way is how I live my life
You Don't Have To Hide lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
You already know, man
Uh
I got a deuce, I got an ace
I got a car for every bump on your dirty face
If you ain't gang then you in the way
No we ain't the same, diamonds spellin' out my name
Shorty want the pleasure but it come with pain
Hard to tame and blessed with a lot of game
Keep the kush under a flame
The grind was a slow process but well worth it
Now they nervous, shit get way deep under the surface
I traveled all around the Earth and never missed a day of work
You fallin' off, I'm keepin' it more player
Smoke one flavor
Parkin' my low riders, pissin' my neighbors off
Been in the game way too long and ain't take a loss
How you showin' up to work late and think you a boss?
My plane takin' off, more money in the bank
Less time spent on waitin' on someone else
[Young Deji:]
You don't have to hide no more, yeah, ayy
You don't have to hide no more, yeah
You don't have to hide no more, yeah, ayy
You don't have to hide no more (no)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Always have and always will be
The sickest, my nigga, ain't no remedy
Stay on the grind, ain't no plan B
You hustle hard, you understand me?
Roll up the plants
Stuffin' them hundred dollar bills in my pants
She ran out of luck, last chance
Ahead of my time, way too advanced
Wondering what my new shit gonna sound like
Rolling kush by the pound
Ain't tough 'less your niggas is around
Still underground
With thirty mil' a year, how that sound?
My son straight so I ain't gotta worry 'bout much
You out of touch
Money straight, pile it up
I can buy what I want
I ain't takin' her out on a date, no way
Sunshades, brighter days
Rollin' kush up, buyin' them J's
My flow is more exciting
You niggas more into biting
Less talking, more writing
[Young Deji:]
You don't have to hide no more, yeah, ayy
You don't have to hide no more, yeah
You don't have to hide no more, yeah, ayy
You don't have to hide no more (no, girl)
Real One lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)
[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby (Okay)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
When you got visions of being the man
Sometimes other people won't understand
Gotta go hard for yours, maintain the upper hand
Rollin' up grams with this chick who's super thick but she from Japan
Soaking up some vibes, workin' on my tan
Another show, another two hundred grand stuffed in the safe
There ain't no comparison to my watch and the one you wearin'
Weed so loud, you hear it
Pull up and we the ones they wanna stare at
Fuck an appearance
You hear us talk it then we really live it
Houses with tanks, fifty thousand dollar fish up in 'em
My team was built to win
Hit your broad with that venom
Pro clubs and Levi denims
You can tell by our women
And all these legendary bars I'm pennin'
Come to my mansion if you wanna kick it
Flooded with digits, boss up, it's your decision
You lookin' fucked, we stuck to the business
Yeah yup
[Young Deji:]
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Ten steps ahead of these niggas
Wanna last in this game, then you better be
Rollin' so much weed, look like the '70s
Newer chain, copped a better piece
The crib mine, nigga, fuck a lease
She off the leash, bank account in Greece
Gettin' mine to say the least
Put it down, she tell me I'm a beast
Soon as 2009 get released
We got more heat for the streets
Fuckin' up her sheets, 100K a week
Rich but I stay discreet
You know how them major players be
Tell her she can stay or leave
Can't believe, but we really achieved it
Bars are seamless
Money large, wrist anemic
I ain't there unless my team is in it
Ain't nothing new, we been here a minute
Trips to Spain and Venice just to handle our business
Don't leave a thing unfinished
Champagne with our dinners
Going strong every inning
Some shit you might wanna witness
Yeah yup
[Young Deji:]
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a
Real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it, baby
They can never clone it, baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner?
They can never clone it, baby
They can never clone it, baby
Monitored Millions lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
It's business, man
Wake up to the business
You handle yours, I'll handle mine
At the end of the day, what's done is done
Uh
Gotta be real, gotta be stackin' dollar bills
Gotta look out for my team in the field
Gotta stay fresh like my ideas
Gotta keep old cars switching gears
Gotta spit fire for my engineer
Listen here, the flow sharp like kitchenware
Different tier, we do our job then we disappear
Vision clear, money got us on a mission
They hooked, we supply the addiction
Only multiply and addition, no division
Drive the coldest edition, exotic bud twistin', got it out the mud
Models hoppin' out our showers and tubs
Dealers be givin' us ounces just because, showin' us love
50K just to show up in club
Versace frames, Gucci on the rug
I own the strain, you just know the plug
We don't do this for the fame, we doin' it 'cause we really kings
Well-oiled machines, keep all of 'em clean
Ball 'til you fall
Don't let 'em monitor your millions, get 'em all
Gotta stay hands on, heavily involved
Try to handle your business and stay up out of ours
Then your problem's solved
Ball 'til you fall
Don't let 'em monitor your millions, get 'em all
Gotta stay hands on, heavily involved
Try to handle your business and stay up out of ours
Then your problem's solved
Lifted my low-rider up like Doughboy
When he caught sight of them niggas fuckin' with his lil' bruh
What we in it for? Make 'em remember us
Ten years plus, 10K's a new pair of rims for us
Come and kick it with some niggas who don't empty guts
They broke so they envy us
Laughin' to the bank while these suckers so serious
You ain't a boss, let me talk to your superior
Leather interior, bet I don't marry her
New year, gearin' up for success in different areas
Niggas was lost, switched the criteria
Hard not to stare at us
Think she home, but she here with us
Gettin' that kush smoke in her hair and stuff
Thirty thousand feet in the air
Always been and will be prepared for any affair
No diamonds in my teeth but that's all I wear
Solitaires by the pair, been ballin' my whole career
Ball 'til you fall
Don't let 'em monitor your millions, get 'em all
Gotta stay hands on, heavily involved
Try to handle your business and stay up out of ours
Then your problem's solved
Ball 'til you fall
Don't let 'em monitor your millions, get 'em all
Gotta stay hands on, heavily involved
Try to handle your business and stay up out of ours
Then your problem's solved
All For You lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. THEMXXNLIGHT)
[THEMXXNLIGHT:]
Yeah
You need someone to love you, shawty
Love you, shawty
Need someone
You need someone to, ayy
You need someone to love you, oh
[THEMXXNLIGHT & Wiz Khalifa:]
You need someone to love you, shawty
You need someone to treat you right
If you need someone to talk to, call me
I'll do anything you like
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you (Okay)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Make your decision, usually I use my intuition
Rolling that weed, I'm on a mission
My eyes low, still paying attention
Ball hard, illest in my division
Better than all the competition
Set shot, puttin' my wrist in
Don't ball hard, learn how to dish it
Good from up close or distance
Make a million dollars in an instant
You get it all if you stay persistent
Now foreign countries, we be paying visits
Speaking of paying, lately, I've been playing with digits
So much coming from these words, it's making 'em nervous
Ain't a thing by chance, everything you see on purpose
Stayed down, became a boss, stayed real and observant
We always sticking to the code and my team is determined
We always keeping something rolled, hit the weed, don't get nervous
I'm thinking it's perfect, I'm constantly working
I think I deserve it, so I think I'ma purchase
[THEMXXNLIGHT & Wiz Khalifa:]
You need someone to love you, shawty (Yeah yup)
You need someone to treat you right
If you need someone to talk to, call me
I'll do anything you like
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you (Yeah yup)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Roll 'em as tight as I can
Who would've thought I'd grow to be the man?
Stick to the code, everything go as planned
Need in advance, straight biz
Won't give you a chance to hit us with that song and dance
Fifteen hundred dollars on some pants
I get the same chicks with some cut-off shorts and a pair of Vans
Pull up, ask her what she got planned
We pull off as fast as we can
Car so fast, hope you see it again
I usually be with fam, usually be stacking them grands
Built it all with my hands, run it back and replay it
Went from students in the game
Now me and my brother run the faculty, wrap around balcony
Painting in the living room look like a masterpiece
Rollin' up them joints, that's a thou' a piece
Me without trees is like a convict without the streets
Got a crib without the lease, I get a plate, my niggas feast
[THEMXXNLIGHT & Wiz Khalifa:]
You need someone to love you, shawty (Yeah yup)
You need someone to treat you right
If you need someone to talk to, call me
I'll do anything you like
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
[THEMXXNLIGHT:]
You need someone to love you, shawty
You need someone to treat you right
If you need someone to talk to, call me
I'll do anything you like
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
Garage Talk lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh
I just got the fuck off a plane
6 car garage, I got more than 1 job
Be a boss, go hard
Wake up, smelling kush when I yawn
Shorty wanna fuck with the king, tired of them pawns
Ain't on the top? Well, that's nonsense
Bank account full of G's, so that's all you gon' get
TSA know my face so they don't trip
Chain frost, big bitch that I'm with don't give me no lip
We done touch M's, now we on to billions
Hard to explain how these new rugs feeling
Blowin' kush up in high ceiling's
Having meetings at the crib, confidential dealings
And I ain't gotta tell you who the realest is
That's my nigga Spitta, foreign cooked chef
And where the kitchen is
Money straight where my business is
And the girls fuck with me so I'm always where the bitches is
Kid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I see all the sexy mami's in here
Hey, ayy, Wiz I smell you up here, too
Make sure you pass that KK to the DJ booth
Aw shit, here comes Spitta on them gold BBS
[Curren$y:]
Yep, swung through, gold BBS and the spoiler kit
1986, slinging that shit
They want the family price on them bricks
But I just had a son and I only love him
So I ain't coming down on the price
Ain't no where else you gon' get shit this nice
Got cocaine white, Air Force Nikes
Bought K-Swisses for all my bitches
Put hightop troops on all my shooters
Bought the Goose down jacket from the boosters
Shootouts on the roof, racing in them coupes
She wore the Gucci frames with the door knocker hoops
And the lying motherfucker tell you I ain't the truth
Rich uncle come through, pop the truck, pull the duffel
Lay the merchandise out, get the loot, motherfucker
East side real nigga, show ya how to hustle
Outside, put the fucking Chevrolet's on the bumper
If it don't hop, nigga, park that shit
That ain't no low rider, thats a rollin' imposter
Put the stocks on fool, quit playing like you out here
2009, all kind of high
How Fly had fools on the moon trying to drive
Its a stoned duo, solid gold judo
Kicked the fuck out that game and now she won't go
Ladies, if you ain't go your own drinks, you gotta get out the section
You heard my man Spitta
Fellas, raise your glasses
Tip your bartenders
And make sure you take that nigga bitch
We bout to ride out
Jet Life, Taylor Gang, ow
10 Bricks lyrics - Curren$y x Smoke DZA x Harry Fraud (feat. Big KRIT & French Montana)
[French Montana:]
Gon' slow it down for 'em, you know
Sometimes, they say you gotta laugh
You might laugh to cry out, hahahaha
Ahh man
When you get time to relax
That's the pleasure
Y'know'sayin
[French Montana:]
Homie, I just lost my only paper, back to square one
Feel like misery is my only neighbor
They say God protect us
I don't know why I feel safer with a burner
Getting high got me locked up in the prison, smelling like last night
Why people sell their soul for the fast life?
Nobody loves us
And they tell us go fight for the flag, but don't fight for them colors
Watch some television, have you baptized and your brain washed
What to wear, where to live, what to do when a friend is a friend with a motive
Them broke plans, have a nigga down, feeling hopeless
Hoping I can make mills before I lay on my back
On the block where a million niggas flipping packs
Grabbing my leg
Feel like crabs in the bucket, can't get ahead
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya
Tell 'em I ain't falling off never
That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it
I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever
Cause either you a made man, or your game plan
Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands
Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out
Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about
[Curren$y:]
Too much going on to think about
Old school Camero like the new ones never dropped
Bitch waving while I'm swinging but I can't stop
Like that green
Bitch, we always got the green light, what you mean?
I go where I please
Ho like, "don't leave" but baby, I'm in the breeze
Money don't grow on them, but I for sure smoke on them
Cadillac with the Ritz with the true spokes on them
Slabs, whatever you want, we have
Slinging like the rock fired by David and Goliath
Word rhyming Heisman
Joe Namath with my fur coat, sidelining
I bought Rolex watches for all of my offensive linemen
Because it's time to make it happen
Audio dope boy magic
Burning through the plastic, touchdown passes
Flicking fleas off like ashes
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya
Tell 'em I ain't falling off never
That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it
I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever
Cause either you a made man, or your game plan
Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands
Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out
Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about
[Smoke DZA:]
Riiiiight
Niggas acting funny on the daily, spare me
I be indifferent to most shit, sincerely
Not a fuck given in my body, sorry
Try to hit me with that old school game, Atari
Leave them like Lawry's, nigga, saucy as shit
You know the type, bad bite, but when they see you, straight hop on your dick
I'm like "are these niggas stupid or nah?"
Rhetorical questions as I puff on my 'gar
Ain't heard from my homie in weeks, he in the hole
When I get that unavailable call I already know
And as soon as a nigga press 5
He hit me with a "riiiiight"
I be hyped, daddy, keeping spirits alive
Said he heard me on the radio the whole building was live
He like "Nigga, I won't see daylight soon
But as long as you shining bro, I'll be cool."
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya
Tell 'em I ain't falling off never
That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it
I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever
Cause either you a made man, or your game plan
Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands
Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out
Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about
Benz Boys lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
[Curren$y:]
Heavy ass Mercedes Benz on top rims
Big chain, pink diamonds, candy ring
Couple million dollars off my own strain
Your life like a video game, Gran Turismo
I'm in that GT-R 'cause I parked the six four
I had the match for the cash
Underground garage where I stash
These niggas still in competition
When I pass, move
2009 on time whenever we come through
Avoidin' the traps, these cappin' ass bitches livin' life behind Snapchat filters
Fuck them, this is us
Still G'd up and way more papered up
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Okay, I only care 'bout the money
Can't no one take it from me
And I'm smilin' all the time, but nigga, ain't shit funny
Leavin' out the Gucci store, nigga, ain't shit bummy
On the paper chase on your ring, they shit runnin'
Took four years off and the checks kept comin'
All the girls wanna treat me like I'm special or somethin'
We at number one, mean we standin' next to nothin'
And the shit you rock is fake, but that's another discussion
I see a lotta dudes hate and the shit is disgusting
And I travel all the time, always gettin' through customs
And my livin' room new, everything in there custom
And the gang with me, everything I got is because 'em
Fools need better luck, they be wishin' it was them
Go on tour when I want, 50k for the clubin'
We a bunch of rich niggas and our kids'll be cousins
And don't gotta open doors, we just pushin' the button
That's on gang, life (Motherfucker)
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
[Curren$y:]
Three hundred thousand on your block, stars in the hardtop
Come through it don't stop, unless it's bitches out
Money is all I'm 'bout, don't know how much I got
'Cause it's never enough, fill another safe up
They only play tough, they really cream puff
I roll another one, forever highed up
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, Off-White kicks
[Curren$y:]
Tryna find a billion dollars 'fore I find the right bitch
Side kick, roll the weed up
Catch a vibe with a real nigga that'll check his bags private
Come learn how I live, me and Spitta 'bout to buy the island
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
The Life lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, uh
Listenin' to Cameo, smokin' on the patio
Polo chinos, a Pro Club
Plottin' out the next score
Couple weeks in Cali
Smokin' the best, gettin' some rest
Then it's back to the full-court press
Niggas playin' for keeps
Tryna be the next Suga Slim, Baby or Master P
I don't pass that weed, it's all for me
I rolled it, so I'm only fo' sho gon' smoke it
Go and get your own shit
Focused on rollin' on, wrote for me and all of my dogs
Involved with takin' Jet Life, Taylor Gang to the stars
I done bought Ferraris from pennin' these rap bars
And I didn't stop there, I got so much more
Inspiration, somethin' you should reach for
See me in that Porsche, that should push you to go hard
I've done it, you can do it, ain't no difference
It's only real ones in the buildin'
Need to start really livin', make money every minute
The more things change, the more they stay the same
I stay high, peep game, sound the trumpets
And celebrate with buckets of champagne
Save the sparklers, I got the light show in my ring
And when we exit, they'll say the best just left here
And the rest is just like, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y:]
This is the life, bitches and Nikes
Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury
And all the bad bitches fuck with me
And them pussy-ass niggas don't want none of me
This is the life, bitches and Nikes
Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury
Sports cars in the front yard
Dream big and we live large
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh
All the gang rules apply when you fuckin' with the guys
Brought enough so we all could get high
She with me, don't be actin' all surprised
I get more money today than you see for the rest of your life
Tell you once, I don't gotta tell you twice
All my bitches treat me nice and my crib feel like paradise
Ain't gon' have as much fun as she had tonight
And if you got a plus one, everything alright
When it come to girls, I don't trust none
Khalifa kush, I'ma crush some, we gon' smoke 'til the sun come up
Ya nigga got a problem with it, hope he don't run up
I'ma take a shot, that's enough for both of us (Both of us)
And if you bring a friend, I'ma let her in
Andretti OG, that's the medicine
I'm tryna get high as the rent
Niggas comment on the smell, but I take that as a compliment
Don't fuck with no hatin' 'cause we don't do that
We countin' up paper, no we don't lose that
Since I leveled up, I never moved back
World of weed, bringin' all the booze
Don't stress her 'cause she gon' choose
[Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y:]
This is the life, bitches and Nikes
Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury
And all the bad bitches fuck with me
And them pussy-ass niggas don't want none of me
This is the life, bitches and Nikes
Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury
Sports cars in the front yard
Dream big and we live large
Find A Way lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play
Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid
Major weight make it hard for them to imitate
Rolex tell the daytime and the date
If I eat, all my niggas gon' get a plate
If you hate, guaranteed, you ain't in the way
Clown shit, we don't entertain
Always been a young nigga with the vision and I'm still the same
Turned an idea into a strain
Do it once, I fuck with you, I respect you, you do it again
Nothin' but the best for the fam
I don't gotta flex for the 'Gram
Too many rings for my hands, so we stack 'em and stash 'em
We them fuckin' champs
[Curren$y:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ah-ah, uh
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
You ain't close to rich enough to be in here
Papered up and stoned at every appearance
Martha's Vineyard, baby left her diamond necklace behind
At the bed and breakfast, it's fine
She got that on a heist, she'll steal a better one on the next one
I only fuck with professionals
Sniper scopes and silencers stuck inside of leather sectionals
Watch where you sit at, might hear that click-clack
I copped the BMW six pack, M package
Highway action, state mansion
That's what G's do, you smell that fire in the breeze, fool
Don't you dare call this shit a part two
This a whole 'nother animal, this that mankind mandible
Chanel drip on your television channel
Counting cake lit as a birthday candle
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Pay me just like a fan do
Real one so they don't know how much my shit they can handle
Chicks love social media, so I watch out for them scandals
Don't measure that kush, give you a handful
Gotta grind 'cause my son hungry and the rent due
[Curren$y:]
We changed how you smoke, changed how you dress
Your whole life was blessed by the presence of the stoned legends
Ho, retrace our steps and see what you get
If you never let suckers talk you out shootin' your shot
Hustle with every breath, huh?
[Wiz Khalifa:]
McQueen
Ounces of weed
Got your own
If you at my table
McQueen
Ounces of weed
Got your own
If you at my table
Yeah, ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Eastside lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Curren$y:]
Uh, I'm from the East Side section of your area
I ain't bullshittin', corners I be hittin'
Just the morning edition, champagne, orange juice mixin'
Fell asleep in the studio, woke up on a mission
Wall Street wolf, these lil' niggas shook
When we walked in the room, they ain't know where to look
That eye contact might result in combat
My hands clean, I don't know who wrote that contract
Youngsters huntin', murdin' for hire, doin' numbers
Trade your life for a Camaro this summer
Ain't nothin' where I come from, but I come up quite different
Spittin' that zigzag, raw raps, spit shit
Major wrist get you that big bag
All the Ziploc with that motherfuckin' toe tag
But we the Taylor Gang, Jet Lyfe, us high-flyers never die
It's 20 inch BMX bikes, stomp pegs, grip pliers
Now me and Pittsburgh Slim is both post drivers
Sit by, talkin' shit about us, but you need to get like us
'Cause you know our shit is always tighter
Always flyer, we just 2009-ed you
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, no pain, no gain, I treat 'em the same
If it ain't my strain, it ain't in my brain
The boss, the man, nothing in between
Them niggas be gone as soon as they came
My car go fast, wash it in the rain
My chain is cold, diamonds in my rings
I get respect not because of fame
You hate, you lame, I don't entertain
My shoes, my fit, cost a little change
She was your chick, now she with the gang
Just rolled a zip, now I need a flame
Well known, it don't gotta be explained
My Benz, or I'm hoppin' out a plane
Jet Lyfe the gang, all of it the same
New crib, put our logo on everything
Plus worldwide, they know our name
That's on gang, Lyfe
Jet Taylor, smoke the best flavors
From The Start lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Curren$y:]
I put the cheat code in
I got the money and the infinite lives, this Vice City bitch
I pray I never have to let it rip
But these the days and the times and you never know who gon' try
This that pink Polo, Ye flow, give it through the barbwire
At the top of the back yard fences to slow them motherfuckers down if they try to get in here
Ate them mushrooms and watched Scarface and now I'm pacing in my window
Back in my mind I know nobody coming
But then my third eye remind me not everybody love me
Still I slide, twisting it up
Weeding out them Chevy's, hitting switches, giving it up
Living it bruh
The vision for us was quite clear
When the smoke clears decades later we'll still be here
I don't know where them other niggas at
I ain't looking for no fools
I'm tryna remember where I parked the Benz at
[Tommy Girl:]
We been on your prey
And we do it everyday
Jet Life, Taylor Gang
And you know what to say
You know who you are from the start
[Wiz Khalifa:]
From the beginning, niggas always started winning
Gon' remember me before I'm finished
From a place where it's hard living
Ain't no handouts
Now it's stars in the ceiling
Niggas got options when it come to cars
No more regular hoes
All I'm fucking with is superstars
From the bullshit we moving on
Rolling strong, foreign broad, need the newest car
Ain't a song unless my dog detonate the bomb
Kush got me right, hope you don't take it wrong
When I roll it up and light I need more than an eighth
I don't need nothing from you little homie, I'm straight
Jet Life, Taylor Gang
[Tommy Girl:]
We been on your prey
And we do it everyday
Jet Life, Taylor Gang
And you know what to say
You know who you are from the start
No Clout Chasin lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
Hah, good one, Richard
Z cooking on the track
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Some of them supposed to go, some of them supposed to stay
I ain't tryna ruin yours, I'm tryna make a way, yeah
I be at the top, that's my favorite place
That money gonna come, I don't gotta chase it
Them bitches gonna come, I don't gotta chase em
I'ma keep getting love, I don't gotta chase it
Diamonds in my chain, watch, and my bracelet
Got love for all my dawgs, I don't gotta chase it
[Curren$y:]
They say I smoke too much, I say I don't smoke enough
You ain't dealing with what I'm dealing with, bruh
Remembering when the crib I lived in didn't look like this
The carpet had burn holes, nigga, we was in there smoking
And thinking on how to grab us some mid
Me and my dog was close to going half on a chopper
And like a pound of weed and just lockin' in and gettin' it
But then lightening hit
Wasn't trying to change the world
But we fucked around and did it
Kept all my cars, but I kept trading in woman
Neon lights spell out my company name on the side of the building
It's going down in my life, baby girl, but I really be chilling
Reminiscing, lost wages, bum deals
I should've ran magnifying glasses on them pages and that's for real, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Some of them supposed to go, some of them supposed to stay
I ain't tryna ruin yours, I'm tryna make a way, yeah
I be at the top, that's my favorite place
That money gonna come, I don't gotta chase it
Them bitches gonna come, I don't gotta chase em
I'ma keep getting love, I don't gotta chase it
Diamonds in my chain, watch, and my bracelet
Got love for all my dawgs, I don't gotta chase it
Give it all back to my son, millions plus one
I don't do 'less it's fun, to focus the funds
I remember taking trips with weed in the trunk
Now police don't even trip when we rolling up
Legal stunts, got a pound with each our name on it
Setting up the family, that's the main focus
Game polished, did our best to keep these lames off us
Turned down what the labels offer
Now everything in our name
Influenced the game with our slang
Its all a hundred percent, never changed
All my niggas stay solid as the friend
You broke, won't never fix you again
Some of them supposed to go, some of them supposed to stay
I ain't tryna ruin yours, I'm tryna make a way, yeah
I be at the top, that's my favorite place
That money gonna come, I don't gotta chase it
Them bitches gonna come, I don't gotta chase em
I'ma keep getting love, I don't gotta chase it
Diamonds in my chain, watch, and my bracelet
Got love for all my dawgs, I don't gotta chase it
Getting Loose lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa (feat. Problem)
[Problem:]
Yeah, ooh
Van Gogh
Yeah, yeah, shit
I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I ain't going for the floof, what?
[Curren$y:]
Uh, scrapers in the city, Daytons on the 57
Chevy chrome, suspension four switcher
LS engine, bitches came with the interior
Dope pot, stir it up, fumes got her tearing up
'79 Malibu, mash down the avenue
If them niggas really wanna race, bring the bag through
Came through in the space coupe, everything new
Umbrellas in the door, galaxy in the roof
Boss in the booth, sharks after the loot
Be cool, motherfucker, ain't nobody asked you
Goin' where the money at, came back with all that
Blabber-mouth bitch gave my niggas the treasure map
We know where it's at, muhfucker, forget a plaque
For twice what you pay, homeboy, you could get it back
We could call a private plane like a taxi cab
Crib with extended driveway and a heli-pad, bitch
[Problem:]
I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I ain't going for the floof, what?
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Bars in the hook's all that it took
We don't gotta ask questions, we wrote the book
This life way better than it look
You ain't gonna get to work on foot
Got these other rap niggas shook
10 years, ain't miss by a hair
You could drop shit in his whip, not in here
Proceed with care, the set keep trees in the air
No need for VIP passes, my whole team in the clear
VS in all our pieces, try to call our phone, can't reach us
We probably out the country or rolling weed up, playing FIFA
And my cars is decent, some of 'em older, some recent
Leaving my keys in, this one for today
You gon' see a new one this weekend, on gang
[Problem:]
I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I ain't going for the floof, what?
Stoned Gentleman lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Intro:]
Sledgren
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Like my gin neat
Run the game, I suggest that you get floor seats
Might not leave with everything, but we for sure get a piece
Fix it up, put it on the streets
If I ain't in my 6-4, then my Benz creep
Up and down the street
Run to the money, can't nothin' else get me on my feet
We ain't even gotta watch for police
It's legal now, they allow us to grow trees
My hotel suite describe the definition of chic
Tryin' not to ash on the sheets
Got a balcony we won't see
30 mil' a year, still tryna be lowkey
And that's just me, not even to mention my OG
Get money 'fore we dip, then we proceed
It's funny how niggas get
We don't do it 'less the whole gang benefit
We stoned gentlemen
[Curren$y:]
Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches
Standin' in the way, fuck him and whoever with him
Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in
Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas
Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in
Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream
She in the mirror for hours, hopin' that she get seen
With us, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas
Hustle is all I know, spend it and get some more
I'm stayin' on the go, hopin' it don't get slow
I'm on the paper route with my folk
Ain't part of this game, a joke
Wrap it up like a brick of coke
Call a play like a give-and-go
Ballin' for real, toss an alley oop off the pick and roll
Rollin' hundred spokes gold, my Rolex frozen
Have you ever seen a quarter of a million dollars rollin'?
Bein' drivin' like it's stolen, by a stoned stoner
One of the originals who showed you fools how to turn the internet rhymes into residuals
I put away a whole lot of loot and stayed true, that's what we do
Make it easy to choose, so guess what?
You wonderin' why she gettin' all dressed up
You in the house, messed up, all stressed, for what?
Hustle is the only thing gon' keep your lights on, fuck love
Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches
Standin' in the way, then fuck him and whoever with him
Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in
Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas
Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in
Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream
She in the mirror for hours, hopin' that she get seen
With us, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas, yeah
First Or Last lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Oh
Like when Ricky Bobby's dad said "You first or you last"
I got all intentions on getting this cash
Rolling joints up with laser precision
I got major decisions to make
Whether to get the Maybach or just chill
My niggas is real in the feel
Blow so much marijuana smoke the smell's still in the ceiling
Owner said the club closed but we still in the building
Pullin' foreigns outside and stuffin' women up in 'em
Got a hundred grand stuffed in these expensive ass denim
Might hit the the racetrack and spend it, and come back with millions
She half Sicilian, her family don't even like blacks
I'm ashing my joint, say her dad gon' kill her
Let me borrow the Lambo and the path familiar
Got every game on Xbox
Don't need to get dressed, when I come over it's sweats and socks
Them other niggas say they like the Taylors, just stop
Cop a new pad, and smoke one for the life that we never had (Never had)
Cop a new whip, and smoke one for the shit we could never get (Never get)
Cop a new chain, and smoke one for the time we wanted better days (Better days)
Gettin' dollars makes sense, me and my dog worked hard
So we don't mind spendin' just a little bit (Little bit)
[Curren$y:]
Actin' like a nigga that ain't ever had
Pull up in a foreign with the paper tag
This a Rolls Royce bitch, not a Jag
Keep a closet full of unpopped tags
Niggas bring that bullshit, they get zapped
Never chasin' bitches, I be gettin' cash
My roof in the trunk, joint full of skunk
My speakers blast like they from 12 gauge pump
Nigga your crew on the stump, ain't got a bag in months
Nigga my crew on the hunt, get everything we want
We was wilin' when we was young , Taylor Gang or get jumped
Jet Life, all you is a chump, knew we was the ones
To change the game and that's exactly what we done
New Orleans where I'm from, in Amsterdam catchin' stunts
New Orleans where I'm from, in Japan rollin' up
New Orleans where I'm from, motherfucker like what
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Cop a new pad, and smoke one for the life that we never had (Never had)
Cop a new whip, and smoke one for the shit we could never get (Never get)
Cop a new chain, and smoke one for the time we wanted better days (Better days)
Gettin' dollars makes sense, me and my dog worked hard
So we don't mind spendin' just a little bit (Little bit)
Plot Twist lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh
Gotta have a plot to get it
This life, it costs a lot to live it
So you gotta watch the competition
Stay on point, make executive decisions
Never switch when the rest of 'em different
That money put us in the best of positions
Always maintain leverage, keep ice in the beverage
Go car shopping 'stead of clothes
You like it you get it
My closet filled with all types of shit
It's bad you'd probably work your whole life for this and I'll get it in one night
Win some lose some, my car ill as they come
And I'm 'bout to build another one soon as I'm done
I'm putting it right on the street
You know what's going down when Taylor Life (East side)
Jet Gang hook up with Monsta Beatz
[Curren$y:]
Audio dope supply the needs
Fiends itching, sniffing for new audio feeds
This how it outta be
More often, too stoned highed up bosses with good intentions to see each other winning
Taking no shorts or losses but I know that we a rarity
Something they'll never see
'Til our sons click up and commence to hustling heavily
Sacrifices made, now we sitting in them better seats
And I ain't even watching the game
I just came to floss this outfit, now I'm on national TV
Sitting court side playing my Nintendo Switch
With a Nike headband fresh from 1996
Kicks sick, collection quarantined
Deadstock 23's or some bathing apes I'm sure you haven't seen
Every verse is like a key
Could turn you to a boss if you don't know D (OG)
Drunk on power, gold bathroom fixtures and marble showers
2009 'til the end of time, its all ours
Keep the E in it
Chevy gon' switch
Nigga, we smoking weed in it
Laughing in our pictures
And I wouldn't talk about it
If nigga didn't live it
If you need to see it then you come visit
Or you can ask one of your bitches
If she bad, she probably kick it
Taylor Gang and Jet Living
Bottle Poppers lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Curren$y:]
DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh
A lot of motherfuckers be in the studio stressed 'cause they lyin'
It's tough to make up lies, nigga, this our life
East Side on mine
Just like every time
L, L
Interior like white wine
We don't wear jeans in here
Slidin' in my sweats, these was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin' 'em
Handin' 'em back to your big dawgs and now you just watchin' 'em
This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, can't hang if you don't swang
My gang do anything, I came to bring the pain
My strain is self-explained, you lame
And can't get it off of you yet
I toss up the set, bosses only, come correct
Horses in my bet
Porsches growlin' loud, big money portions
You made it off the porch, I let nature run its course
Play the game hard as a sport, we up and down the court
In the field, shit is real, houses in the hill
Hundred dollar bills fallin' out the sky, keep the liquor chill
Chrome grills, insides clean, that's just how we live
Quick to make the paper appear
Got your chick puttin' up silverware
Keepin' that weed smoke up in the air
These sweats was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles and never poppin' 'em
Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you just watchin' 'em
This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim
And you can tell which car's mine
Cabriolet and Italian design, interior white wine
I don't wear jeans in here, I'm slidin' in my sweats
These was fifteen hundred, nigga, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin'
Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you just sittin', watchin'
This that fly doctrine
Take pictures like my Compton uncles, now they think I gang bang
Fool, I just be low ridin'
Everywhere I go, for sure, I bring that East Side in
Always outside ridin' while them other crews hidin'
Got magenta tinted diamonds, my Rolex windin'
First class seat reclinin', whack ass rapper feature declinin', I am
These sweats was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin'
Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you sittin', watchin'
This that fly doctrine, Andretti and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim
Yeah, that's them
They gon' let us in
Got KK and Andretti in these joints
These motherfuckin' joints is like
We smokin' like three hundred dollar joints basically at this point
I don't know if you ever had a three hundred dollar joint
You hangin' 'round the wrong folks
Forever Ball lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
East side all mine, just like every time
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Ah, ah, ah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life (Yeah, yeah)
Jet Life, Jet Life, nigga, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jet Life, Jet Life, nigga, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh
If the shit fall, who could I call?
Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg
So I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault
Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball
If the shit fall, who could I call?
Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg
That's why I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault
Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball
Yeah, youngins on handlebars, totin' sawed-offs
Just when you thought you'd seen it all
These niggas turn into Transformers when this green involved
Thinkin' that's your nigga, that's the one who plottin' to kill you
Street shit, I'm quite familiar, I was raised by dealers
Life stealers, who quite realer than them old niggas
In the background of your pictures, ho nigga
Your daddy was scared of the goons who used to drop me off at school
People ain't know the kinda shit I was off into
Silent rider, destined for dollars
Musical scholar, pennin' his own products, straight narcotics
Watch me turn this beat into a foreign with a spoiler on it
Shit fall, who could I call?
Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg
So I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault
Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball
If the shit fall, who could I call?
Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg
That's why I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault
Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah, yeah
Ball forever, pocket full of mozzarella
I remember when the owner didn't let us
Now we pull our car up where our jet is
All you see is letters, T.G.O.D., we ain't dyin' never
We in the sky forever, stay applyin' pressure
Pack my bags for any weather
Boy, you broke and need to get your shit together
Silence any competition
Got the crib that I dreamed of and not to mention
Bathtub like a swimmin' pool, smokin' out and trippin'
Always handle business
Always left hella game on the table for anyone to witness
Trips to Vegas, we don't need a ticket
Blow presidential smoke and our drinks are expensive
Our wins are extensive
Penthouse, wonderful view, I live how a prince live
But back when we started, wasn't a way to predict this
Stuck to the script, made our own movie
Got a vid, it's comin' real soon, fool, you gotta see it
[Curren$y (Wiz Khalifa):]
If the shit fall, who could I call? (Yeah, yeah)
Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg (Jets gang, Taylor life)
So I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault
Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball
If the shit fall, who could I call?
Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg
That's why I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault
Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball, yeah
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