TMZ Intro lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Paparazzi:]
Wiz, what up? How you been? How y'all doing?
[Wiz Khalifa:]
What's up playa?
[Paparazzi:]
Chillin', man, what's up with Hot Box?
You gotta let me know?
[Wiz Khalifa:]
That new Wiz Hot Box, available on Grub Hub, Uber Eats
McQueen, [?] get you some McQueen thing
[Paparazzi:]
Yo, is it only for folks who smoke weed or can people who don't smoke weed order too?
[Wiz Khalifa:]
No, it's for people...
Everybody, if you're hungry, get you one
It's, it's, the menu's insane
It's gon' pull up wherever, whatever city, state you in, we, we there
Oh, can I see some of this hand sanitizer?
[Paparazzi:]
And no, no restaurant for real?
It's, it's all virtual, it's all delivery, dog?
[Wiz Khalifa:]
All, all delivery, man
We, we cookin' out of the best kitchens
And we makin' a killin' and we pullin' up straight to your crib, I might pull up there too
[Paparazzi:]
Nice, you keepin' it safe, what's your favorite recipe, Wiz?
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uhm, I think the chilli and the turkey burgers on there
[Paparazzi:]
Oh, that's the bomb
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Thank you, man
[Paparazzi:]
Ayy, I appreciate you, have a good one
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yes sir, you too
Slim Peter lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Uh, leave it to me
If you want some bomb-ass weed, leave it to me
If you want a fire-ass verse, leave it to me
If you want a bad bitch taken, leave her with me
Uh, freeze up the sleeve
You would think it's Taco Tuesday, we get the cheese
I ain't too into her needs, but if she want it, I'ma get it for her
So much bottles, they askin' what I spend it for
Well, uhm (Well, uhm)
If you wanna have a good time, leave it to me
If you wanna ride down Sunset, leave it to me
Tip the three-wheeler and we smokin' on good tree
Woo
We goin' the fuck off right now, haha
(Statik Selektah)
Grew up like "Boyz N the Hood," shit wasn't all good
And now my mom got a crib, the backyard is all woods (Hahaha)
Shout-out to Chevy and my brothers too
Uh, try to copy my style, but wasn't ready
I'm at the crib rackin' up plaques and buildin' Chevies
A lot of food stacked on my plate, I'm gettin' heavy
I came and took my spot in the game, no one let me
Now outer space is my destination
Stuck around niggas who showed love instead of hatin'
And gettin' money's my occupation, haha
Look at the time you wastin'
If you can't roll up a paper, leave it to me
Turn up the bass and wake up the neighbors, leave it to me
Makin' sure everyone's safe, leave it to me
6 AM, gin shot straight, leave it to me
This exactly where I'm supposed to be
Hella weed, nothin' but real ones close to me
Get in the gym and never fold
Real peaceful nigga, but hands they don't wanna throw with me
Lotta legends been on the road with me
Really good aim, I don't use no scope
One shot and that's all she wrote (And that's all she wrote)
Number Song lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ytiet)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah
Usually I make a weed song
So it goes on weed song
Usually I make a weed song
So it goes on weed song
[Ytiet:]
Forty-one, forty-two
Forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five
Forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
And I'm smokin' all day
Ain't no weed left in my tray
I know that my eyes glazed, I grow so I don't pay
Pick up the pace, up the smoke to the face
And you know it's the bomb, you can tell by the taste
I hold them records, my niggas keep blowin' that smoke in my section
Your parents might hope you don't go this direction
Got hella connections
Been a professional, roll up and then I smoke
[Ytiet:]
Forty-one, forty-two
Forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five
Forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
She wanna smoke with a real king, she don't know how to blow rings
These joints ain't petite, a pound in the week
Please don't get no ash on my seat
This strong not weak, the Cookies store where's your receipt?
I'm hungry, think I need to eat
We ride down the street, the smell is unique
This kush got me geek, let's go hit the beach
And call up some freaks, they comin' through, we gon' smoke
[Ytiet:]
Forty-one, forty-two
Forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five
Forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Break out the bag, I'ma give you some love
Roll up a joint, I'ma give you some love
Come to my crib, I'ma give you some love
Jump to my car, I'ma give you some love
Come to the studio, give you some love
Come to your spot, I give you some love
Come backstage, I give you some love
You ever see me, I give you some love
We rollin' up
[Ytiet:]
Forty-one, forty-two
Forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five
Forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Car Skit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
You pull out, I'll be right behind you, fool
Bullshit
Fuck is this?
Fuck it, radio
That's Us lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Bootsyano)
It's not supposed to be happenin' now
What is she callin' about?
What you doin'?
I have no idea
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Oh, pull up, door open
I ain't gotta say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be tryna catch up
New whip, that's us
Bad bitch, she rollin' up
No time for the player haters
On my grind, I can't lay up
[Bootsyano:]
I think rich, so I gotta keep my bucks long
Thousand dollar fits but still got some blue Chucks on
You gon' jog or you gon' stampede?
We in the diamond lane, breaded, all my niggas smell like good leaves
Bitch that back talk, I love the way she badass
We be on the grind, full speed, I need an asset
I'm in a circle full of cold niggas
Don't gotta say much, we pull up, the dips is gon' roll with us
Doors open up like Lamborghini
She a light weight she with it, she gon' go up off a Martini
I need it all, don't want the half, I don't slow step
We be in the foreign, she gon' bob until her throat stretch
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Oh, pull up, door open
I ain't gotta say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be tryna catch up
New whip, that's us
Bad bitch, she rollin' up
No time for the players, haters
On my grind (Okay), I can't lay up
If they only knew, what that thing do
See a million dollars everytime I think of you
Take my business to the top, dream come true
Want me to drop the top, no clouds, sky blue
Red sixty-one or sixty-nine, Skyblue
Pull up on Snoop, watch a movie when we drive through
Get you some ice, pull it out, you look surprised
A real winner, I can see it in your eyes
Don't make our moves too fast 'cause we strategize
Grade A, G-shit, when they categorize
Spend that money then your picture off in private
Put some diamonds on my wrist, that's perfect timin'
Oh, pull up, door open (Haha)
I ain't gotta say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be tryna catch up
(Don't compete with each other, man
Y'all just do the same thing, y'all get the same shit, haha)
New whip, that's us
Bad bitch, she rollin' up
No time for the players, haters
On my grind, I can't lay up
Prove It lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
She don't like comin' out the crib (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I said baby girl that's where that money is (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Two shots we gon' sip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
After this joint we gon' dip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Top down in my whip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Always with my bitch (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin' (Ok!)
Go 'n get some more (Get some more)
It's levels to this shit
I never met a bitch that roll it up and treat a nigga better than you can (Than you can)
Say you tired of switch shifts
It ain't about me, you ain't interested
Come to your spot, them bitches can't fit
My spot on the throne soemwhere they can't sit
When you keep practicin' girl, you can't miss
Losin' your spot, that's somethin' you can't risk
You the female me, we do the same shit
You don't be bringin' me problems, you bring a bitch
Peel her purse back and break her quick
They fall off if they can't commit
Real player shit
Drop the top hit a switch if they ain't convinced
Been here for a while, so you seasoned
She get cash from you, but fuck with me for different reasons
Prove yo' self
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
She don't like comin' out the crib (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh; haha)
I said baby girl that's where that money is (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh; ayy)
Two shots we gon' sip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh; too much paper ain't enough, baby)
After this joint we gon' dip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh; time to get to work)
Top down in my whip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Always with my bitch (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin'
Go 'n get some more (Get some more)
[Curren$y:]
More money than I can count (Money than I can count)
More weed than I can smoke (Weed than I can smoke)
More cars than I can drive (Cars than I can drive)
But still I want mo'(Stil I want mo')
Got dollar sign eyes (Dollar sign eyes)
Got a 63, got a 64 and I got a 65 (Got a 65)
Got a 62 and I'm lookin' for a 61 right now (1 right now)
Top down on a 68 with like a ounce on me (Ounce on me)
Cheverlets bounce on streets
Down niggas recognize OG (-nize OG)
One the way to the back, Rolex watches (Rolex watches)
Saftey deposite boxes (Yeah)
No, we don't talk to outsiders
We dress fly, fly private
Roll the carpet out when we land
My bitch bad behind the mask
My hands on the ass, my mind on the stash
Her hand on the baby 9
Dawg, you better hope she don't blast (Blast)
I don't bring a bush, it cross my path (My path)
Baby girl, nah, only bring me the cash (Cash)
That's what I asked, layin' the pad
Open the bag, rollin' up fast
Smokin' 'em back to back
'Til i get a call concernin' them stacks and then I'ma scram
She lookin' mad, but she lookin' good
So I'ma come back to smash
4 AM in the S-class, park that bitch right across the grass (Across the grass)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
She don't like comin' out the crib (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I said baby girl that's what where that money is (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Two shots we gon' sip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
After this join we gon' dip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Top down in my whip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Always with my bItch (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin' (Ok!)
Go 'n get some more (Get some more)
Area Codes lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Sosamann & Young Deji)
I got ho's (Area codes)
Different area codes
I got ho's (Area codes)
Different area codes
I got ho's (Area codes)
Different area codes
I got ho's (Area codes)
Different area codes
Okay
I got ho's
Don't matter the time of day, they come out and play
'Bout your paper, you a boss, girl that's safe to say
I don't gotta teach you much, you was made that way
Rollin' kush in my lap, that's your favorite place
Smoke the joint, you don't want a Backwood now
Say you not good at rollin', Imma show you how
You ain't never takin' half, want the whole amount
Used to get emotional, but you control it now
Only keep eyes on me, I feel like that's appropriate
Never get jealous of a girl, you only see a broker bitch
You stick to the plan, you gon' get us rich
Lotta different dips
I got ho's (Area codes) (Uh)
Different area codes
I got ho's (Area codes) (Don't call me, bitch, I'll call you)
Different area codes
I got ho's (Area codes)
Different area codes
I got ho's (Area codes)
Different area codes
I got ho's
I got ho's
Cannot blame me for the come-up out them clothes
Drippin' sour Wiz and lil woah
Don't wanna talk advance about the bank roll
I got a bitch from 3-1-0
One from 8-1-8
Three-nine, northside, stay
All I'm bringin' K
And I got one, she come from overseas
Flew in from Kuwait
She kick shit, I call her Chun Li, but we don't play no games
Now I got bands to make, and I'm havin' some, but I can't give it away
If you want this drip, then girl, you gotta pay
Just broke the bitch, she came at me, 1K
I got (Off the ho's) ho's (Area codes) (Ho's, ho's)
Different area codes
I got ho's (Area codes) (Yeah, they fucked up)
Different area codes (Yeah, they fucked up fo' sho')
I got ho's (Area codes)
Different area codes
I got ho's (Area codes)
Different area codes
I got ho's (Area codes)
Play It Smart lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Saxl Rose & Chevy Woods)
La musica de Harry Fraud
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Nigga like me be smokin' while I'm chillin'
And my bro just made a million
Now we all can take care of our children
Bad señorita, she do what I tell her
Kush, yellin', car, sellin'
New bitch bad as fuck, she gotta make my old one jealous
Always watch my moves, be careful not to oversell it
You ain't got no ho's like you been rockin' ho repellent
What's my next move? There ain't no tellin'
Straight player, roll a big joint to go with breakfast
Eatin' fruit, drinkin' water, thats like every day
She with me 'cause she was tryna find a better way
Might let you get a taste
Out all night, we ain't coming yeah
Way too far, ain't no service here
Too turnt up, they don't let us park our cars in here
Started regular, now we stars
Say she wanna be a part of it
Every day I go my hardest
Don't get outta line, I play my part
Nigga, play it smart
[Chevy Woods:]
Look, I was ballin' by myself so I don't owe you niggas
Knew what I had, because I made it, ain't gotta show you niggas
Found out you jealous of what I got, so I can't fuck with that
Put it on my life man, these my brothers, I can't turn my back
These my dogs, this my backup
And we so used to getting this money, running these racks up
Rich niggas don't complain
Don't get outta line and get it put on your brain
Girl, don't go crazy, don't go insane
I never told you I loved you, yeah, yeah
All these hundreds on the table, it ain't fair
And you don't know your way around my block, you not from 'round here
Your main bitch, I got her choosin'
And we up 'til the morning 'cause we used to it
Yeah, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Out all night, we ain't coming yeah
Way too far, ain't no service here
Too turnt up, they don't let us park our cars in here
Started regular, now we stars
Say she wanna be a part of it
Every day I go my hardest
Don't get outta line, I play my part
Nigga, play it smart
Top Down lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
La música de Harry Fraud
You havin' fun (Oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (Oh, oh)
Put the top down (Oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough
Big joint that I fill
New lights on the grill
Gold D's on the wheels
Roll with me need skills
I can tell you how it feel
Diamond chain for a pill
Buy the waves for a mil
Ain't even tryna flex
Some of them niggas want the trophy
I want mind and respect
Rapping these verses
Breaking these purses when it's time to collect
Don't even buy just one, we get 'em in sets
Ain't talkin' clothes, I'm talking the ice on her neck
I give you a start and make you work for the rest
Make you a boss, have you signing them checks
Checkin' the books and make sure my papers correct
Look, I done turned you to a threat
You havin' fun (Oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (Oh, oh)
Put the top down (Oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)
You're goin' up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough
Letting 'em up
Who knew that after years of hard work, the truth would be us
Two girls in the back, let our seats up
Cell phones off, so they can't reach us
I got an extra one, bitch, keep up
Put the kush in the joint, call it secret stuff
How you a boss and you rollin' in the cheapest one?
Me and my squad do our job, that's keepin' the bleachers filled up
They know way better than to steal from us
They work, so if we take a loss then shit we still get up
They wonder what's in my garage, if I'm gon' switch it up
I don't pull nothing, I make y'all go get some different work
We leave up out here and make all the bitches disappear
You havin' fun (Oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (Oh, oh)
Put the top down (Oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough, yeah
Get enough, get enough
Get enough, get enough
Good Time lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)
La música de Harry Fraud
Who say we got enough time?
Don't let it pass you by
I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time
I don't wanna make you mine
Who say we got enough time?
Don't let it pass you by
I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time
I don't wanna make you mine
Okay
Got an ass on you, I could see it from the front
Niggas down to pay for it, so you get just what you want
Make 'em fly you out to games, make 'em take you out to lunch
If the nigga don't pay, he can look but don't touch
You be textin' all the time, like you miss me so much
I ain't seen you in a minute, think it's time to pay up
Say you don't get off 'til 4AM, I stay up
I ain't waitin' for that pussy, bitch that purse gettin' took
Who say we got enough time?
Don't let it pass you by
I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time
I don't wanna make you mine
Who say we got enough time?
Don't let it pass you by
I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time
I don't wanna make you mine
It's been a little minute since you been up at the crib
And you need a nigga help, say you tryna get some bread
If you talkin' to a nigga, I'ma tell you how it is
If you suck a nigga dick, you might as well get rich
Might as well make a nigga pay for it when he click
Might as well get us both paid and bring another dip
Four, five bitches in the section, you don't trip
'Cause they all gotta pay breakin' bitches for they tips
Who say we got enough time?
Don't let it pass you by
I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time
I don't wanna make you mine
Who say we got enough time?
Don't let it pass you by
I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time
I don't wanna make you mine
TMZ Skit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
...you smoke weed, only listen to Wiz Khalifa
Haha, that's pretty true
Wanna get in the front, baby?
Do you feel like theres- do you feel like theres enough people talking about the movement? You know, like-like in the election?
[?] weed, baby
That's pretty crazy
Y'all 'gon miss somebody else comin' up outta here filmin' me rollin' weed and shit
Hahah
Wiz, Wiz What, oh you want some?
Hahah
What, you want some too?
Hey-hey what strain is that?
Khalifa Kush, man
Oh, oh, you got your own kush?
Yeah, KK, man
Oh, I didn't know that, thats pretty tight
Yeah, its in stores now, its KK man
I can smell that, that's crazy
Yeah, I know you can smell it, 'cause its that good shit
Ayy, that's wild
It's not for sale off me, but you can go get it from... from the stores, man
Who's like a... do you have a target demographic?
People like you guys
Hahaha, that's crazy
No Time lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Niggas checkin' on, niggas checkin' on
I've been drinkin' a lot of alcohol, right
Niggas drunk, right
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper
Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper
Uh, joint rolled, cup filled
No luck, just skill
Homie I prayed for this, gotta work every day
All work but still make time for a little bit of play
Hit me, say she on the way
Man I'm livin' what these lil' motherfuckers dream
Either you in or you out, ain't no in between
I put my soul on the track, so my son could eat
And we gon' get that money back if I'm on the beat
I'm hella cool but don't relax when it come to cheese
We by the pool but don't get water on my shirt please
My '61 is clean, there ain't a spec on my seats
Stay workin' out but I can't lie my pockets obese
Come pay that toller fee
Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper
Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper
Cut off vintage tees, Versace bed sheets
I gave her a [?], she said it was a breeze
Know we could make it grow, soon as we plant the seed
We doing the brighter side of things we overachieve
I'm givin' niggas game, givin' the valet keys
You look good but I'm the only one you tryna please
Multiple old schools, some for style, some for speed
I got chicks tryna pay me first time we meet
You stick to the plan, watch our paper increase
I got your body, soul and mind, just to say the least
I got you all up on your grind, tryna save your seat
You 'bout the money all the time, that's the way to be
Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper
Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper
Pony lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)
[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]
If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony
My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony
My saddle's waitin' (Okay), come and jump on it
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Grippin' on the sheets, you be bitin' on my lip
Then be grittin' on your teeth (On your teeth, on your teeth)
Your turn to a beast, when that dick get in you
You on top, I'm underneath (I'm underneath, I'm underneath)
I ain't even know you was a freak (Freak, freak)
Hit you up the right time of the week (Week, week)
We up in the mornin', we don't sleep (Sleep, sleep)
Make you squirt, make you leak (Make you leak, make you leak)
[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]
If you're horny (Haha), let's do it (Oh), ride it, my pony
My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony
My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it
[Wiz Khalifa:]
If you're horny, you should ride it
When you see my name pop up in your phone, you get excited (Get excited, get excited)
Girl that pussy is the tightest, when you with me you just gotta give it to me, you can't fight it
Let them niggas finance
Keep fuckin' with me, I'ma give your ass some guidance
This an old car, watch your feet when you slide in
Bitches choosin' me, you right there when they decidin'
They pay up when the night end
[Young Deji:]
If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony
My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony
My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it
All Week lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)
[Young Deji:]
You might not have the sun
But you always gon' have the pimpin'
[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]
Ooh, ooh
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, look (Haha, haha)
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday (Okay), friday, saturday, look
[Wiz Khalifa:]
It's saturday, pulled that thing out the garage
Hold it down, do your thing, you're in charge
Nothing's free, make 'em pay, what's the charge?
See the wheels, see the paint, what it cost?
Can't fuck with a square bitch, she a boss one
See them piercings when she take her top off
Sixty-one rag top, got her ridin' shot gun
Got a couple girlfriends, told her tell 'em to come
If they want to, we could all play
Chill in my hot tub, if you want to, you can stay
Came one time, that's just a taste (Haha, haha)
If you want more, you gotta wait
Prove it to me
You look good by yourself but look better when you're movin' with me
Take them shots 'til the bottle empty (Haha, haha)
Let's this money, girl don't tempt me
[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]
Ooh, ooh
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, look (Haha, haha)
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday (Haha, haha), friday, saturday, look
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I can't show no love, if she don't show up
With a purse full of cheese from a chump
I'm a king, so my feet stay put up
Big kush in my joints (Haha, haha), so she know what's up
Stay on mine, on my game, never fold up
Just broke on a new bitch, she a cold one
Nigga that ain't yours, you get what you saw (Haha, haha)
You ain't a real nigga, you a fuckin' troll
I got a grip on the game, no remote control
No room in my pockets 'cause both of 'em swole
Peel two bitches, both of 'em chose (Haha, haha)
Money make the world go 'round, how it's 'posed to go
Can't turn into your girl, if she supposed to hoe
Bitch knew she's with a boss, soon as she close the door (Haha, haha)
[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]
Ooh, ooh
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday , look (Haha, haha)
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday (Haha, haha), friday, saturday, look
His final game, all he did was score sixty points, on fifty shots
Even if, he was gonna get his points, he was gonna get his shots
That's the most points in NBA history by a player in his final regular season game
Of course Jack Nicholson's there
Kobe also became the oldest player to score 60 in a game by some five years, and left with these words
[Kobe Bryant:]
What can I say? Mamba out
[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Haha, haha)
We get high (Haha, haha)
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Haha, haha)
We get high (Haha, haha)
We get high (Haha, haha)
We get high (Haha, haha)
No Chaser lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Saxl Rose)
Straight shots, we don't want no chaser (No chaser)
No lame shit (No lame shit), straight player (Straight player)
Pour a drink, put your hands in the air (In the air)
Roll a joint, put your hands in the air (In the air)
You don't gotta call your girls they right here
You've been workin' out, so that thing feel real good
Come put it on me (Okay), it's been a while
Say you miss me
You be ridin' in my ride, old school
You be lookin' at my wrist, so cool
Had to get rid of that nigga, old news
We be smokin' by the ounce, roll two
Got you rollin' out the pound, real stoned
Say I got you glowin' up, real grown
Ain't like bitches say emotions you don't feel those
Been a minute since we spoke but we still close (Still close, still close)
Our empire, we gon' think about that
Come to mine, she gon' break her whole back
Say the go, we attack, she ain't goin' nowhere, she attached
Straight shots, we don't want no chaser (No chaser)
No lame shit (No lame shit), straight player (Straight player)
(Whatever you do for me, it's about what you do for you)
Pour a drink, put your hands in the air (In the air)
Roll a joint, put your hands in the air (In the air)
You don't gotta call your girls they right here
You've been workin' out, so that thing feel real good
Come put it on me (Okay), it's been a while
Say you miss me
I could see it inside your face, you got a lotta taste
The bad bitch like you need her whole body laced up
With diamonds rings and such
Nigga make the wrong move, then he will get touched
Got you leavin' out the crib, lookin' all dressed up
Bring it all back, but you don't stop, you can't get enough
Hundred dollar joints, name on our cup
Royal flush, new owners of the club
Only fifties and hunnids, no we don't do dubs
Not even on our whips
Come out on a Saturday and I can show you scrubs
Takin' shots, when she was supposed to be with cuz
From the gate, I knew just what it was
Straight shots, we don't want no chaser (No chaser)
No lame shit (No lame shit), straight player (Straight player)
Pour drinks, put your hands in the air (In the air)
Pour drinks, put your hands in the air (In the air)
You don't gotta go, girls they right here
You've been workin' out, so that they feel real good
Come put it on me (Okay), it's been a while
Say you miss me
Tap lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Narissa & Chevy Woods)
Do you mind if I play somethin' for you?
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Oh, I'm on top, my block is off
Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it
She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)
We in love, we get to the paper
And if another one choose you don't trip
Thats how I know you a down ass bitch (Okay)
You ain't gotta stop, go hard, don't quit
Chillin' at the crib, when you out, you that bitch
Used to be skinny, now you gettin' thick
Used to want a boyfriend, now you want dick
You a bad lil bitch
Tryna rack up, tryna get rich
Tryna get money for a new Birkin
Tryna secure the trip for your girlfriend
Tryna lock down the D like a permit
Other girls try to hit, you determined
When the bitches come around, you make 'em nervous
Make them other niggas pay for your service
Me?
I'm on top, my block is off
Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it (Uh huh)
She wouldn't know what to do without me (I see who you with)
We in love, we get to the paper (I see who you wanna be with)
And if another one choose you don't trip (Oh)
Thats how I know you a down ass bitch (Uh)
[Chevy Woods:]
I'ma show her what these racks do
Gettin' top in my homeboy's bathroom
She got all that ass on her when she pass through
Good brain, she the smartest in the classroom
She gon' bust it for a nigga, I'ma throw them ones
I'ma need a replay, baby, not just once
Told her, we just getting started, and the nights still young
We gon' need more shots 'til we both get drunk
Look, I'm a fool with it
You paid the doctor for it, what you gon' do with it?
Its brand new to me, I don't care who hit it
No kids, sorry, I can't let loose in it
You be cuffin' on a bitch, I let her choose, nigga
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm on top, my block is off
Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it
She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)
We in love, we get to the paper (Oh)
And if another one choose, you don't trip (Oh)
Thats how I know you a down ass bitch
[Narissa:]
He thought he was rich 'til I made him richer
He thought he was really winnin' 'til he met a winner
My nigga in the summer ain't my nigga in the winter
Spend that cash on a nigga if you really fuckin' with it
Its just me and mine we countin' this money all day
We so in line, don't matter what nobody say
And I'll flip a brick quick instead of talkin' shit
With the shit, slap a bitch if she too up in my mix
On my nigga, all up on his dick, bitch, get a grip
I heard you thirsty for the tea, bitch, I know you wanna sip
Want a sip
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm on top, my block is off (Oh)
Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it
She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)
We in love, we get to the paper
And if another one choose, you don't trip (Oh)
Thats how I know you a down ass bitch
Player Shit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
La música de Harry Fraud
Drinkin' out some [?]
Fuckin' orange juice
It ain't no time for games
She got a whole lotta clothes at my place
Switch up your mind frame
No fallin' off, keep your head in the game
Now you got finer taste
Drinkin' that [?] as we watchin' the waves
We never partin' ways
You with me forever, no this ain't no phase
Hop in my rag top Chevy
Them aces and deuces and tres
Don't hesitate with my paper
She bring it through every occasion
Don't gotta tell the girl shit
Go out and get it, they do it by nature
If she see one outside
Then she gon' bring me a new money maker
Lotta dips
But none like my bottom bitch
Do what she got to just to get it
And she proud of it
It's time to ride she gon' be right there beside me
Lame nigga ain't convinced
Lost his bitch, ain't seen her since
Hangin' out that whip when I come through (I come through, oh, oh)
Ridin' down that strip (Ridin' down the strip, oh, oh)
I pay attention on how to win (On how to win, oh, oh)
Money I gotta get (Money I gotta get, oh, oh)
All my niggas stay one hudnred, they'll never change up (Oh)
Gotta drive (Gotta drive), so I get too lit (Too lit)
Real player shit
[Young Deji:]
Too player, no keys, we gotta push to start
Try stayin' lowkey, but they know who we are
Star, lost connection with the bitch that I met at the bar
Fuck it, miss one next ten choose who gon' set the bar
I can stay anywhere I wanna stay (Ooh woah)
You can say, anything you wanna say (Ooh woah)
Make sure where you at, it's just not in my way (Way)
If you work this hard then you can come and play (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
'Cause I'm focused (Oh, oh, oh)
We noticed (Oh, oh, oh)
We run it (Oh, oh, oh)
See us when we ride through
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Hangin' out that whip when I come through (I come through, oh, oh)
Ridin' down that strip (Ridin' down the strip, oh, oh)
I pay attention on how to win (On how to win, oh, oh)
Money I gotta get (Money I gotta get, oh, oh)
All my niggas stay one hudnred, they'll never change up (Oh)
Gotta drive (Gotta drive), so I get too lit (Too lit)
Real player shit
[Young Deji:]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
[Wiz Khalifa:]
As if it wasn't already easy enough (Easy enough)
There you have it (There you have it)
Young legend (Young legend)
And still legend (And still legend)
I came a long way from that block with Sledgren
Down the streets with my big brother Chevy Woods
When a lotta niggas wouldn't even come to the hood (Come to the hood)
Stayed solid when others fold (Stayed solid when others fold)
That means we still got the same principles, morals and same code
Even though we all got kids and we a little bit older
I know [?] smilin' like a mug when he look down to see us
Lookin' at how we hustle heavy, and repped our Taylor Gang
'Til we made it out of our circumstances
Now there ain't no lookin' back, not even if we wanted to
Only movin' forward
Constant pressure bein' applied with the understandin' that this a legacy we leavin' behind
Lotta bumps on the road but shit, I ain't perfect
If you love me, you love me for who I am
Not who you want me to be
No one said the journey was gon' be easy
But they did say it'll be worth it
So I'ma enjoy every minute of it
With the people I consider very important, huh
That's VIP, oh yeah
So instead of countin' wins, we countin' blessings
Trustin' in God to show me the correct path instead of stressin'
Fool, only L I'm takin' is a lesson
Big Pimpin'
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