Rolling Papers 2 (2018)

• Hot Now
• Ocean
• Blue Hunnids
• Very Special
• Goin Hard
• Holyfield
• Rolling Papers 2
• Mr. Williams / Where Is The Love
• Penthouse
• Real Rich
• Bootsy Bellows
• Hopeless Romantic
• Late Night Messages
• Rain
• Karate / Never Hesitate
• Fr Fr
• King
• Gin And Drugs
• 420 Freestyle
• B Ok
• It's On You
• Reach For The Stars
• All Of A Sudden
• Homework
• Something New 

Hot Now lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

New Benz

Cop one for you and your friends

Papers two

Rolling papers two

I only do what gangsters do

Through with the basics

You think it's a spaceship when I ride through

Feel like I'm on ice, we just glide

Niggas is parasites

I get pussy in a pair of off-whites

Know I want it, you can see it my eyes, surprise

'Cause I visualized it

Always knew I was the man

You just realized it

Don't need a detector, I can see the lies

I'm a different type of being

Drive the type of whip your bitches like to be in

Smoke got my eyes lookin' Korean

Every time that I fly, VIP'n

All of my nigga's ride

Two joints, that's double homicide

Got you rolling papers to me while you gettin' high

We went from coppin' it to supplyin'

Be there at the drop of a dime

All else fails, I can depend on mine

Fuck signs, my niggas gettin' high

Party of flyest, Taylor gang or resign

Why you even come back to my crib if you ain't stayin'?

Ridin' with some real niggas, know that we ain't playin'

Pockets on swole and you know that I keep them faces

Money through the roof, I just crash it and replace it

All my bitches bad, I don't fuck her if she basic

Lotta niggas in the game, Khalifa man, the greatest

Blowin' all this money, need someone to help me save it

Lickin' on me all night, she said she love my flavor

Homie, I'm a boss baby, I don't need no favors

Got so many cars, I don't got room for my neighbors

Got a bad broad, but you know me, I might take her

Fuck about a bitch though, I'm all about my paper

Khalifa man will stick to the code, no I don't save her

Suckin' on me good, treat me like a Now and Later

Breakfast in the morn', we can get our dinner catered

Try to hit my phone, I don't pick up 'cause I'm faded

I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now

I ain't used to get it but I got it now

You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin'

Anything I want, I pull up in

I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now

I ain't used to get it but I got it now

You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin'

Anything I want, I pull up in

Anything I want, I pull up and stunt

Parking in the back, we can't do the front

Real niggas pay the papers, a plus

Ain't with the gang, you can't sit with us

Take them bitches phones, ain't no thang, we don't trust 'em

Send 'em for the gangs, why they came, we don't love 'em

Takin' all our time, we don't need to rush

Smellin' like the KK, it's serious

Grind every day, 'cause the process I trust in

Think they the way, but they bluffin'

Baby, I can spend it all, don't care how much it's costing

Grind and you get all this, my niggas is ballin'

I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now

I ain't used to get it but I got it now

You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin'

Anything I want, I pull up in

I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now

I ain't used to get it but I got it now

You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin'

Anything I want, I pull up in

Two joints, that's double homicide

Got your bitch jumpin' in my ride

She with the gang and she down to fly

Rolling papers up and gettin' high

Ocean lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers

Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers

Minus the bullshit

Got you rolling papers, got you rolling (uh)

Can't do it average, you cool and savage

Makin' niggas do backflips

FaceTime my phone, you be on a jet

Roll my spliffs, send me pics every now and then

When we met, I could admit, I was just after sex

Taught you not to look for results, but trust the process

Plus, you got your paper, ain't no nonsense

Smoke from the bong intense, when she with you, she over it

Faded but focused, I stay posted

Hit me up, the case closed, I leave the gate open

Know what's good, your chain say "Ocean"

Put you on to the finer things

Now when you see designer, you keep your composure

Send a text, say she comin' over

I don't have to send a car, she get her own 'cause she ain't been sober

No panties on, you ain't needin' those Ron O'Neal, Curtis Mayfield

Hittin' notes, hit the joint

Leave the roach

You don't know

What you do to me lately

I got so much love for ya

Want you to know

How much that I fuck with you, oh

You don't know

What you do to me lately

Wanna roll one up for ya

Want you to come to the back of the club

Show some love to a real one (uh)

Netflix and extra long spliffs

Hit it once, she recognize what the difference is

My bottom bitch don't even trip

She see me with other chicks

She hardly drink, but for me, she'll take a sip

Do what you gotta do to pay your rent

Only party with lame niggas at they expense

I'm talkin' good weed, steak and shrimp

Niggas runnin' off with styles that they ain't invent

Tried to grab a towel just to hide the scent

You smell the kush all through the vent

Go through the hallways lookin' innocent

I've been a gangster and a gentleman

Talk to the boss and not no middlemen

Is you with it or against it?

Please make a decision

Smoke a pound a day, eliminate the competition

I'm that nigga, been that nigga

Past and present tenses

You look good, I need a badder bitch to complement you

You don't know

What you do to me lately

I got so much love for ya

Want you to know

How much that I fuck with you, oh

You don't know

What you do to me lately

Wanna roll one up for ya

Want you to come to the back of the club

Show some love to a real one

It's a gang thing, it's a gang thing

It's a gang thing, it's a gang thing

Don't do me like that

I'm a star too

Sledgro

Everywhere that we go

We blow it by the 0

The K.K., the smoke

Blue Hunnids lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Jimmy Wopo & Hardo)

[Jimmy Wopo:]

Yes yeah

Trap niggas on

Yes, Woponese, yeah

(Yeah) I get the money, uh (yeah)

Trap, trap

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, that bag) the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, the money is nothing (go get it), I count it and fall asleep (skrt)

I get the money, the money is nothing, I count it and fall asleep (skrt, skrt, skrt)

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring (blue, blue)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (fall asleep, uh)

I spent a band in a Rover, whoa, this Soulja on repeat (Soulja)

Choppa get to popping make you juju on the beat (brr, brr, brr)

Yeah, yeah, capish, pish, you're talking bricks to me (Wopanese)

Every time I get with Hardo, these bitches history

I be in the kitchen, bitch, this like chemistry

Told her make a wish, I bitch her like I'm Timothy (Turner)

I've been toting shit since from elementary (youngin')

I've been selling bricks since my elementary (youngin')

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, that bag) the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, the money is nothing (go get it), I count it and fall asleep (skrt)

I get the money, the money is nothing, I count it and fall asleep (skrt, skrt, skrt)

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring (blue, blue)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (fall asleep, uh)

[Hardo:]

Trap, trap

About gang gang, I'm sliding out (I'm sliding, nigga)

My watch ring all diamoned out (bling, bling)

Got a hundred grams inside the house (racks)

Got a AR inside the couch

Them bricks backed up (them bricks)

They gift-wrapped up (they wrapped)

Keep flexing lil' nigga, might get snatched up

I'm talking Trapnese (huh)

Trapping hard on Jimmy G's (huh)

Got all my dawgs with me (they with me)

Trigger fingers got the fleas (ah)

Got big diamonds, nigga (them diamonds)

I've been shining, nigga (I'm shining)

I'm the Birdman, nigga (Birdman)

I'm a Big Tymer, nigga (huh)

I was up really on the block getting it, I've been grinding, nigga (been gettin' it)

I was up Jersey getting deals, nigga, they been signing niggas

[Jimmy Wopo:]

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, that bag) the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, the money is nothing (go get it), I count it and fall asleep (skrt)

I get the money, the money is nothing, I count it and fall asleep (skrt, skrt, skrt)

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring (blue, blue)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (fall asleep, uh)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Whoa (gas)

Dread-head, weed head (gas)

No sleep, don't need a bed (gas)

All my niggas team players (gas)

Grind to keep my team fed (gas)

Every time you see me out, (gas)

I be where the green is (gas)

I be where the bitches is

Cop it, put some switches in

Niggas on me, try to keep them off but they try to copy 'cause a nigga different

I don't know what the ending is

Chrome all where the engine is

Hit her so good one time, when she see me and the bitch reminisce

Asking me where my feelings is

Shoot my shot and I ain't finna miss, uh

I get the money, yeah

I count a mill' right in front of ya (uh, yeah)

Y'all niggas funny, yeah

I hit you bitch, then I'm done with her (uh, yeah)

Y'all niggas hatin' and doubtin', I'm rolling with nothing, I'm making it cardi, yeah

I learnt the game as a child, nigga, don't talk about it if you ain't about it

[Jimmy Wopo:]

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, that bag) the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, the money is nothing (go get it), I count it and fall asleep (skrt)

I get the money, the money is nothing, I count it and fall asleep (skrt, skrt, skrt)

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring (blue, blue)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (fall asleep, uh)

Very Special lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Will I forget you, I might probably never

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

You bring your friends for me like ohh, that's extra

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Hotels ain't enough, get the crib like we live there

Been a player, I ain't fucking off

Handle my business, my squad chillin'

Focus on what I'm buildin', you should probably be filming

What I'm smokin' is quality, not for children

Half these niggas is wannabes, I came up different

Call me in the clutch, perfect timin', never rush

Top floor, bring it up, ain't the gang came with us

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Will I forget you, I might probably never

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

You bring your friends for me like ohh, that's extra

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Love how I treat you, fuck you once, nice to meet you

Your outfit see through, other bitches dying to be you

Niggas wonder why you leaving with me

Tired of him, she wanna ride with nigga who sees what she sees

Hit me up when you need company

Or if you're ever free, I'm never hard to reach

Baby I'm been on this, come to weed I smoke them bombest

Hold it down, maybe the gang is what you could be a part of

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Will I forget you, I might probably never

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

You bring your friends for me like ohh, that's extra

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Imma roll two when I roll through

Imma roll two when I roll through

Hey

And I showed her how to roll too

Two papers, two Rollies

Roll two

Goin Hard lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Whoa, you be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard (uh, uh)

Know me from the start, I'ma play my part

I got no heart, I be goin' hard

I be blowin' strong, got my money long

Ain't down for the situation, then you can't grow

Got a fat ass, how do you perform?

Say she love my swag, ask what I got on

Fuck you all night, Uber in the morning

Your girl look good, you should tell her join in

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Baby, bend it over, let me see you twerk

Say that you can't stay, say you gotta work

So big I see that ass underneath your skirt

Smoke weed, so you pass 'cause you need the purp

I be on alert, grindin' from the dirt

Fucked her so good, say I come in first

You just need another glass, then you gettin' turnt

Bend it over, throw it back, put it in reverse

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Holyfield lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

Uh, real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

Uh, diamonds chill

All my niggas in the field

Money, pill, I'm a boss

They hatin' still

Chevy grill, hunnid mill

Always real

Never fail, don't "I will"

I don't chill

Real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

Uh, real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

I'ma get high, for real

I'ma get mine, for real

I'm doin' my time, for real

I'm on my grind, for real

My diamonds gon', shine for real

It stay on my mind, for real

Take a paper plane, fill it up with kush

Goin' hard so you never say we lose

Real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

Uh, real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

Rolling Papers 2 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Nigga, my motherfuckin' life depends on this shit

Do this shit for my son

Turn me up

So I can hear myself a little more in the headphones, uh

Came from the bottom, started this out with nothin'

Turned to fam and my squad, and turn this thing into somethin'

I grab a cone and I stuff it, never gon' get enough

Dependin' on how its goin', we only gonna get tougher

I done seen people suffer, hate turned into love

Lost some people to get here

But they watchin' from up above

On the road, hardly ever home

And money caught one in the dome

Now its hard to even pick up my phone

Leave me alone, I be in my zone

I'm gettin' grown but not too grown to let my feelin's show

Anythin' you want, you can get, you gotta build it though

I blew up quick and lost some shit

But now I'm dealing though

There's consequences to every decision

Good or wrong, just do the best with time you're given and live strong

Give your all 'cause a man gon' be a man

And do what he gotta do

Baby, this is rolling papers 2

(This is rolling papers 2)

(This is rolling papers 2)

I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it

(I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it)

Yeah, all of the fame just comes with the game

It's a gift and a curse when everybody know your name

How do you make a million dollars and still stay the same

How do you make a hundred millions and still stay sane

You got the money, the clothes, the cars, the girls

Tryin' to do better, but all this shit's in your world

Somethin' regular is what you'd prefer

But it's cool, it's too much pressure, you think you should curve

On the verge of packin' up and goin' back to where I came from

Tired of these rappers, I only run into lame ones

Tired of these girls, we all fuckin' the same ones

I ain't givin' chances no more, I already gave one

Gettin' money, you better save some

Don't be afraid of mistakes 'cause you gotta make some

It takes time, but a man gon' be a man and do what he gotta do

Baby, this is rolling papers 2

(This is rolling papers 2)

(This is rolling papers 2)

I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it

(I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it)

No turnin' back, I'm learnin' that

If you ever show someone love, you deserve it back

If you got an ounce and some papers, you should burn a pack

And if you ever do take a loss, you can earn it back

Never slack, never overreact, let your money stack

Look at where you're going and not where you at

You gon' get there if you work hard

When you make it, you'll get exactly what you work for

I want more, couple cars in my garage

A mansion with marble floors

And a butler to open my doors

Couple plaques on the wall

A Hoop court where my friends could ball

It may sounds strange but I'ma need it all

Winter Spring Summer Fall, I hit the road when I get the call

Got some family members that I don't see at all

It pays off 'cause a man gon' be a man and do what he gotta do

Baby, this is rolling papers 2

(This is rolling papers 2)

(This is rolling papers 2)

I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it

(I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it)

Mr. Williams / Where Is The Love lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. THEMXXNLIGHT & Curren$y)

[Part 1: Mr. Williams]

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

Don't fear

Just love me under the moonlight

The shine on your body

So bright, yeah

Your beauty's blinding

But baby, tonight I hope

My sight's alright

In the night, I'm in my zone

You gon' regret this if you don't so

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin', babe

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm fresh off the dank, got more to bake

Never running out, same goes for the bank

Gas in the tank, top rank

About the cake, we don't use brakes

Too blazed, pilots say we can't get on the plane

No debate, pounds are putting on, I'm making weight

Money safe, put it in there for a rainy day

Niggas hate, don't fuck with them anyway

I hustle too many ways to get comfortable

You know how I'm coming

Call your girl, let's get into something

Money discussions, take my time, I ain't rushing

Want someone you could trust in

Me, I'ma fuck, and get up in the dusk

Got work tomorrow that's two of us

I feel like I can't lose

KK joints 'till I can't move

She happy I came through

Giving rolling lessons to a crew

Smoke like I do

No lie, we the truth

So high, leave the room, gang

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

Don't fear

Just love me under the moonlight

The shine on your body

So bright, yeah

Your beauty's blinding

But baby, tonight I hope

My sight's alright

In the night, I'm in my zone

You gon' regret this if you don't so

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin', babe

[Curren$y:]

Big money in it or count me out

Burying safes with undisclosed amounts

They all over the place

Plus I fuck with the banks

I got a couple accounts

She got a million dollar mouth

She was born with it

She went to Dr. Miami for the rest of the shit

Stacked out, renegade on the Vegas strip

But she pay me for the game that I gave the bitch

A level headed gentleman with a crazy wrist

Boss player, thirty points plus twenty assists

I'm not selfish 'cause I throw all my niggas in the mix

Don't cuff none

Introduce my homie to the bitch if she want some

Chick will come through, get done, spend money, bang bitches but I don't love one

Hustle 'till the cops come, Ferrari, drive out run

Pull up, hop out

Car stunts I've done

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

Don't fear

Just love me under the moonlight

The shine on your body

So bright, yeah

Your beauty's blinding

But baby, tonight I hope

My sight's alright

In the night, I'm in my zone

You gon' regret this if you don't so

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin', babe

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Tapping fools out, Bruce in his first bout

I ain't searching for clout, bringing cars out

Large amounts of money, guard the vaults 'cause we stars

Chase paper, smoke strong

All my bitches get along, well informed

What's your nigga doing

Cut your phone off, hit you in the morn'

Said he borin', ain't important

True color showing

My whip look comfortable, don't it

Keep them papers rolling, don't see my opponents

Stay focused

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

Don't fear

Just love me under the moonlight

The shine on your body

So bright, yeah

Your beauty's blinding

But baby, tonight I hope

My sight's alright

In the night, I'm in my zone

You gon' regret this if you don't so

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin', babe

[Part 2: Where Is The Love]

Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah

Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah

Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah

Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah

Diamond rings, Diamond chains

Diamonds on everything

Spend some quarters, dropping chains

Hop on to a private plane

Pay the cost to be the boss

Now I need some time to floss

I hear 'em, don't believe them tho

Paper, I just get and go

Making conversation, problems facing

Not them niggas round the way

I keep a nice long jay

It's no police so I'ma blaze it

I'm taking niggas out the waste

Always rolling up, my killing

Try to get another million in my safe

Said they'll be there when you need 'em

But I just don't see them, where's the love

And if you down for me, I'll be right there

When you need me, hit me up

Said they'll be there when you need 'em

But I just don't see her, where's the love

And if you down for me, I'll be right there

When you need me, hit me up

Couple bangs, popping

Got a couple chain options

Look like rain drops in every ring that I'm rocking

Niggas want me falling off but nigga we ain't stopping

Always hit the mark, 'cause I know how to stay in pocket

Now they stare, mind is clear

I seen yours, mine is rare

Money long, not a care

Blowing strong, down to share

When I'm home, I'm the mayor

Rims gold, like a player

Really cold rocking carats

Said they'll be there when you need 'em

But I just don't see them, where's the love

And if you down for me, I'll be right there

When you need me, hit me up

Said they'll be there when you need 'em

But I just don't see her, where's the love

And if you down for me, I'll be right there

When you need me, hit me up

Penthouse lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Everything on a bitch, that means all on you

I rock diamonds, she rock diamonds on her collar too

Ball all night like hoops, I got guys that shoot

I might drop my roof, I might light my doob

Bitches getting curved don't deserve my juice

Police getting swerved don't deserve no proof

Drinking in the booth, smoking in the booth

Your man need a clue, I don't respect the rules

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

[Snoop Dogg:]

Jumped off the pliz-ane with a bad bitch and her friend, mane

We in the cut, and she thick as fuck

P with me So you know what's up

Ayo B, C-O-D

Your BM be DMing D-O-G

She stumbled on to some grown shit

Old ass nigga with a long dick

Chanika, Tanika, Tenisa, Juanita

This a secret so I had to sneak her

Cherry and Terry ate berries, 'cause Ares

[?] my dude says as juice as some berries

Gang gang, get cheese (cheese), pinpoint, pop Ps

Marble floor for these alligators, now hit the P on that elevator

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie)

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie, P)

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up (P)

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up (P)

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie)

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

[Snoop Dogg:]

Yeah

Said you ain't never walked on marble floor before?

Mm

You ain't never laid on a mink sheet before either, huh?

Take them silk panties off

We'll see what kind of fabric you working with

Yeah

Presidential penthouse suite, overlooking the whole motherfucking city

Ya digg

Gang gang

Gang gang

Gang gang

Gang gang

Gang gang

Yuppy kuppy gang gang

Gang gang

Gang gang gang gang

Real Rich lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Gucci Mane:]

Guwop! Wiz!

Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Ridin' around, blowin' so much dope, but I'm always handlin' business

Way too high, don't pick up my phone, if I do, I'm like "Who is this?"

Ain't got time for a girlfriend, tellin' that bitch I ain't got no feelings

Young nigga straight from the bottom, now my car ain't got no ceilin'

Young nigga stackin' up millions, y'all niggas actin' like children

Ooh, nigga couldn't, used to get in, now I'm ownin' the buildin'

Brought the bitch to my crib, said she felt like she went on a field trip

Nigga like me gon' always stack, when I'm older, I'm probably gon' still get

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

[Gucci Mane:]

I'm a country-ass Beverly Hillbilly

Eat it up, bitch, I'm a meal ticket

Flush it down concert, like, "Fuck a ticket"

Rich-ass, crazy-ass, super picky

Want a rich dick? Say I'm bucket-listed

I don't fuck broke, I got a boujee dick

First round draft, I'm a lottery pick

Pepped up, East Atlanta vitamins shit

Solitaires glarin', big stone like Sharon

Superstar, Ed Sheeran, bitches love my earrings

Know she fucked with him, I still fucked her

Fuck that nigga, he a real sucker

It's the Wiz and the Wizop

I baguetted my watch with real boogers

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

Bootsy Bellows lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang

Gang

Leave it to me, I'll have you twisting that weed with a G

Got too much talent just to be sittin' around with

Weed and alcohol, that's the balance

Ridin' in the Benz with low mileage

Working 'til my hands get callouses

Been a player, I established it

Whips be the fastest

Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average

Legendary status and my crib like a palace

I know why they mad

'Cause your bitch layin' in my bed

Still got the weed smell in her hair

Comin' home later, nigga gettin' carats

Make a whole pound disappear

Come for the money, tryna get it all

If it's for the gang, Imma get involved

Look at me different now

Roll some weed and put your niggas on

You ain't bout the paper, what you in it for?

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in

I got a joint rolled you know that I'ma spark it

That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters

I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us

Pockets, they swole

I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch

But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch

Uh, they ain't goin hard as us

We courtside, chillin', smokin' out the building

Regardless if authorities give us permission

Boss bitches niggas breakin' they credit card limits

To try to ball with us

We in talks with those who own they own business

My spark lit, then I paint pictures

Don't leave witnesses, nah nigga, my gang different

Pull the Benz out in the rain

Hit her once, I won't even remember her name

Hella diamonds up in my chain

To say that I'm dope is an understatement but no, I ain't underrated

Came from a place where niggas make their own way

Got some girls who fuck me but got niggas so they don't say

I'm puttin' KK in the paper

On point, gang ready for danger

Long joints, rollin' them things like broken fingers

Too clean to ever have a stain

Khalifa the boss before you beat the game

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in

I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it

That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters

I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us

Pockets, they swole

I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch

But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch

Pockets is gettin' swole

Used to smoke blunts now it's paper she roll

Diamonds to my toes

Everywhere I go, I'm froze

You already know

Fool

Gangsters too

This is how them gangsters do

Hopeless Romantic lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Swae Lee)

[Swae Lee:]

Young Chop on the beat

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Turn the music up for me, Chris

She's gonna get, oh, oh, oh

My night runs into mornin', all the time (All the time)

And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line (Bang my line)

Off that drank it's hard to focus (Focus)

Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless

We can make arrangements though (Arrangements though)

And if you down, down, who knows, uh

I might just do you like we lovin', yeah

Or make you my numero uno

She don't allow herself

To miss nobody else

I've had days where I was dolo (Where I was dolo)

But I never caught a bad case of FOMO (Don't miss out)

Don't talk to me about your previous

You know I'm that times two

Penthouse jumpin' from the front to backroom

Girls goin' wild, showin' off new tattoos (Tattoos)

My night runs into mornin', all the time (All the time)

And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line (Bang my line)

Off that drank it's hard to focus (Focus)

Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless

We can make arrangements though (Arrangements though)

And if you down, down, who knows, uh

I might just do you like we lovin', yeah

Or make you my numero uno

[Wiz Khalifa:]

We get aggressive (We get aggressive)

You be undressin' (You be undressin')

Makin' a mess and (Makin' a mess and)

Cleanin' it up when we done

I got a serious question (Serious question)

Do you like sex? If you thinkin' yes

Then I'm tryna test you (I'm tryna test you)

Say young Khalifa the best

But I got money to get (I got money to get)

I gotta hop on a jet (I gotta hop on a jet)

Probably don't call, I'ma text (Probably don't call, I'ma text)

Hop in my car, it get wet (Hop in my car, it get wet)

I'm gettin' all of my checks (I'm gettin' all of my checks)

I'm winnin' all of my bets (I'm winnin' all of my bets)

No, I ain't lettin' you down

Baby, I'm givin' a hundred percent

[Swae Lee:]

My night runs into mornin', all the time (All the time)

And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line (Bang my line)

Off that drank it's hard to focus (Focus)

Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless

We can make arrangements though (Arrangements though)

And if you down, down, who knows, uh

I might just do you like we lovin', yeah

Or make you my numero uno

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I can't keep my mind off you (My mind off you)

I can't keep my mind off you (My mind off you)

I can't keep my mind off you (My mind off you)

[Swae Lee:]

My night runs into mornin', all the time (All the time)

And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line (Bang my line)

Off that drank it's hard to focus (Focus)

Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless

We can make arrangements though (Arrangements though)

And if you down, down, who knows, uh

I might just do you like we lovin', yeah

Or make you my numero uno

Late Night Messages lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you

Thinkin' 'bout what I might do

Don't know what got into me

Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me

Them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Keep sendin' them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

You always talkin' 'bout you know your worth

You through with searchin' 'round, you know what you deserve

He put you through some wild shit, that ain't me

You know what I'm about, you get just what you see

Ain't got no time for discussion, tryna get into something

Shawty hittin' my phone saying she need it, she want it

At the house all alone ain't tryna be in the public

When I leave, say she still feel me in her stomach

She gon' tell you she love you, but she been with the kid

We get it poppin', send a message like he leavin' the crib

Like to smoke when I drive, roll some weed then I dip

Before I come through, she in the bed

And once I get over, I keep it goin', don't stop

You show how much you love it when you get on top

Your mans comin' home so we gon' keep the door locked

Been smokin' and drinkin' his liquor, now we both hot

We fuckin' like we tryna catch feelings

Got you bangin' on the walls, girl, you shakin' up the building

Baby girl, tell me what the deal is

Ain't nothing like them other guys, you fuckin' with the realest

Young Wiz

Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you

Thinkin' 'bout what I might do

Don't know what got into me

Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me

Them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Keep sendin' them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Nothing's the same

Know I'm a player, come over play

I ain't with them games

Don't even call, I'm just comin' over

Fresh off the plane

You gave him a try, he left your heart broke

But never again

It's starting to get late

I know what you want, but I ain't gon' judge you

That ain't the case

Send me a message, soon as I get it

Tell me erase it

Usually don't do this, know what you're doin'

You ain't no lame

Are you ready for it? Are you ready for it?

Never bored, I'ma get my phone, press record

Girl, I'm grown so don't worry 'bout nobody knowin'

It was good, I just had to see what you was doin'

It's been a long time, but this thing ain't foreign

Give it to you hard, we fuckin' up the headboard

Switching up positions in the bed, we ain't boring

Takin' you up in the sky, feel like you soaring

I was supposed to be writin' songs but I'm in my low-low

When I'm

Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you

Thinkin' 'bout what I might do

Don't know what got into me

Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me

Them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Keep sendin' them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

'Cause when I say slide, you slide

And when you say ride, I ride

Keep a bad bitch by my side

And when I say go, you go

And when you say roll, I roll

You're the last one to hit my phone

In my car all alone

Rain lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Sledgren

Cardo got wings

You gon' need an umbrella

It's gon' be some stormy weather

You gon' need an umbrella

It's gon' be some stormy weather

You gon' need an umbrella

It's gon' be some stormy weather

You gon' need an umbrella

It's gon' be some stormy weather

[Wiz Khalifa & PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

Hunnid dollar bills, I'ma make it rain on you

Couple hunnid dollar bills (couple hunnid dollar bills)

Fuckin' with the real, she ain't fucked with me before

Now she fuckin' with the real (now she fuckin' with the real)

Say you wanna chill

Baby, I been doin' boss things in and out of town

Say I gotta go, before I leave, I beat her down

Love young Khalifa 'cause her nigga, he a clown

Baby, I can take you out and I can show you 'round

Meet important people, won't you tell me how it sound?

Sayin' when I met you, you was lost, now you found

Blow the smoke out (PARTY), we in the clouds

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

I make it rain like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain, yeah, like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain, wet, wet

Wet, wet, wet, drip, drip, get naked wet

Hm, upset 'cause we got all that drippin'

Aw, my bed clock still tickin'

Find the clock on me and he trippin'

Because I took the baddest broad and I du-du-du-du

White Liquor neck 'em, told 'em I'm puttin' 'em up

Told 'em I'm puttin' 'em up, big bands, get it ridiculous

And the way that she bad, ridiculous

I'm PARTY, baby, finna give you the dick

Finna get lit, on lit, get me bitches on bitches

Bitch I'm tipsy, you gotta love it, uh, I know you love it

Bitches love bein' called bitches, especially when

I make it rain like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain, yeah, like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain, wet, wet

Karate / Never Hesitate lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods & Darrius Willrich)

[Part I: Karate]

[Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods:]

Cup full of gin, I want her and her friend

I might fuck once, but I never ever call again

Fucked your bitch in my vans, slapped the shit up out yo' man

Fuck the police, I go HAM

Hit her from the back like, "Damn!"

Damn! How you get all that?

All that OG in my joint, how you hit all that?

I be always movin' forward, I ain't never movin' backwards

Natural with the talent, I don't ever have to practice

And since we talkin' practice bitch, I'm ballin' just like Iverson

My new bitch immaculate and I'm so used to traffickin'

I be with the baddest bitch and best believe I'm stabbin' it

I hit her with the magic stick, my car could do a magic trick

You can't lock me down baby, let me live my life

Whip a four into a six, 'cause baby I'm not nice

Ayy, you ain't bossed up nigga, you can't change that price

Tried to short me, got him on the phone like, "Make that right"

Got a plane to catch, we can only fuck for 30 minutes

Say she got a man, but she say she love me when I'm in it

I'm a real nigga, scratch my tattoos when I hit it

Fuck her real good, make her call a Uber when I'm finished

That's my nigga Chev, I get to the bag

Flight came wit' a bed, yo' bitch give me head

Like, "Ooh!", ooh she smart

This a spaceship, this a robot, watch it park

Cup full of gin, now we're huntin' her friend

I might fuck once, but I never ever call again

Fucked your bitch in my vans, slapped the shit up out yo' man

Fuck the police, I go HAM

Hit her from the back like, "Damn!", (ooh)

I can see the plot (ooh)

Ooh, I just bagged a thot (ooh)

Diamonds, they be dancing macarena in my watch

Sippin' Faygo, servin' Legos baby, you know I have blocks, ayy

Mother-fuck the neighbours, they was wishin' that it stop, woo

Gun in my crib and we gettin' it André

Gettin' them Benjamins all day

No I ain't payin' attention, my charm is a artist, my chain a magician

Pourin' and drinkin', I'm sippin', I'm in there one time roll that dank and I'm finished

And my bitch bad like Dennis the Menace, I gave her the business

I just fucked your baby mama, ooh boy, you the enemy

Text and said she sick and need the dick, she want the remedy

I just want the headshot, I just want the Kennedy

Got to rappin' like I'm Wopo, don't know what got into me

Cup full of gin, now we're huntin' her friend

I might fuck once, but I never ever call again

Fucked your bitch in my vans, slapped the shit up out yo' man

Fuck the police, I go HAM

Hit her from the back like, "Damn!"

[Part II: Never Hesitate]

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Pounds of good smoke

Used to smoke blunts, but now it's paper she roll (two)

And I'm with some gangstas, gangstas

And I'm with some gangstas

Uh, heaven and glory

She so high tellin' me stories

Puttin' on for the G's before me

We the motherfucking gang, Army, Navy, Air Force

Blowin' KK got me airborne

Gettin' comfortable's what I'm here for

Confidence in my approach, the fans wanna hear more

Therefore, I built this whole belief that I'ma stand on the foundation, that's real

Smokin' on what Beatrix wanted to do to Bill

Chill, as my driver turns the wheel

Rollin' papers, never let the paper stand still

I'm on a mission and I can, will

Eliminate the competition to destroy the enemy, just gotta break the image

[Darrius Willrich:]

How do I anticipate

What I need in my relationship with you

How do I never hesitate

When I'm afraid and don't understand what to do

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Got your nigga emotional

Goin' through his feelings

Never fit in but always manage to get my dividends

We at the crib, bring your friends

I could show you how I live

Say you want to fuck but it depends

I met her at Penn, leave 'em in the wind

Hardly ever call them again

Swedish bitch, call her Harley Quinn

Nigga, your squad hardly win

I could just send out one call them hoes fallin' in

They cheerin' for the kid 'cause I'm ballin'

Winter, spring, summer, fall, I just want it all

Got a joint rolled for each and every one of y'all

All my clothes is recent, all my hoes is decent

Can't join us or beat us

[Darrius Willrich:]

How do I anticipate

What I need in my relationship with you

How do I never hesitate

When I'm afraid and don't understand what to do

Got you rollin' papers, got you rollin' papers

Pullin' up to Ubers, wakin' up the neighbors

Got you rollin' papers, got you rollin' papers

Got you rollin' papers, got you rollin' papers

Fallin' asleep, wakin' up days later

Huh-huh-huh-huh

And it ain't about the clout nigga

It's about getting paid and smokin' out

That's what we about

Hah-hah-hah-hah

Fr Fr lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Lil Skies)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Nigga for real, for real

My niggas is real, for real

I'm the field for real

I'm 'bout my check for real

I'm 'bout my respect for real

My diamonds are crystal clear

I'm shining from ear to ear

Roll with the paper, see them lames later

Can't save her, her nigga stepped out, now she sayin' what she really think

Rollin' up pounds of dank

Open accounts, no matter where we at, smoking there and back

Eyes barely open, not never smokin'

Hit it once and she choke

2 K's, that means it's potent

Can't overdose but my strain explosive

Trained to go, my chain, it glow

Everything you see, I paid for

Gang or croak

[Wiz Khalifa & Lil Skies:]

Nigga for real, for real

My niggas is real, for real

I'm in the field, for real

I'm 'bout my check for real

I'm 'bout my respect for real

My diamonds are crystal clear

I'm shining from ear to ear

Nigga for real, for real

My niggas is real, for real

I'm in the field, for real

I'm 'bout my check for real

I'm 'bout my respect for real

My diamonds are crystal clear (they clear)

I'm shining from ear to ear

[Lil Skies:]

I'm shinin' from ear to ear

Stand my ground, I ain't showin' no fear

I done came up like the top of the stairs

These niggas hate 'cause they cannot compare, aw shit

I'm in the crowd with the mosh pit

I hit the stage and they show tits

I'm in the game, I can't forfeit

Honestly, I'ma make more hits

Hop in the coupe and I swerve into lady

She gave me top because I am the greatest

I stayed the same and then came all the changes

You wanna know what it's like to be famous

Rollin' up weed in public (in public)

Skies be on all of that fuck shit (that fuck shit)

I'm ballin' bitch, like I got buckets (got buckets)

And they hate 'cause we stunt like nothing, biatch! (whoa)

[Wiz Khalifa & Lil Skies:]

Nigga for real, for real (for real)

My niggas is real, for real (for real)

I'm in the field for real (for real)

I'm 'bout my check for real (for real)

I'm 'bout my respect for real (let's go)

My diamonds are crystal clear (uh-huh)

I'm shining from ear to ear (cash, cash, whoa)

Nigga for real, for real

My niggas is real, for real

I'm in the field for real

I'm 'bout my check for real

I'm 'bout my respect for real

My diamonds are crystal clear

I'm shining from ear to ear

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah

I'm 'bout the bag, for real

I'm 'bout that cash, for real

Shorty got ass, for real (pssh)

If it's no mask, it's for real

I'm on that gas, for real

My niggas trap for real

Runnin the game

You speak of me, put "Big Homie" in front of my name

For every one of you lames

Y'all unoriginal niggas, they all sound the same

I stay ballin', money like a faucet

It stay runnin', runnin', runnin'

I can't call it, got the bug

I think they caught it

I'm with bosses

Nigga for real, for real

My niggas is real, for real

I'm in the field for real

I'm 'bout my check for real

I'm 'bout my respect for real

My diamonds are crystal clear

I'm shining from ear to ear

Nigga for real, for real

My niggas is real, for real

I'm the field for real

I'm 'bout my check for real

I'm 'bout my respect for real

My diamonds are crystal clear

I'm shining from ear to ear

King lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Yeah, bitch I'm a king

I fly overseas

Grind for the cheese

I grind for the paper

I ride for my team

And anywhere I go

I roll up the weed

She roll up with me

Because I'm a king

I fly overseas

Grind for the cheese

I grind for the paper

I ride for my team

And anywhere I go

I roll up the weed

She roll up with me

Because I'm a king

Ain't no debating

New car, another one waiting

I ride slow, remember faces

Go hard no matter what the case is

Hands down, one of the fans' favourite

Not the one to play with

Rich, young

Not really trippin' on being famous

Taylor Gang, can't a thing tame us

Hundred million on my brain

Groupies fuck me 'cause of my chain

When I bleed just my name

Man, the shit that I did for my gang

Yeah, bitch I'm a king

I fly overseas

Grind for the cheese

I grind for the paper

I ride for my team

And anywhere I go

I roll up the weed

She roll up with me

Because I'm a king

I fly overseas

Grind for the cheese

I grind for the paper

I ride for my team

And anywhere I go

I roll up the weed

She roll up with me

Because I'm a king

Real nigga

Been in the game, you's a lil' nigga

Diamonds on my chest now they Hilfiger

Won't rest 'till I get a mil', nigga

Always movin' forward, never still, nigga

Always on my job, never chill, nigga

Came from the 'Burgh field, how I feel nigga

Now I'm in the Hills where I live, nigga

Always said I do it big (do it big)

Now them bitches get lost when they in my crib (in my crib)

Yeah, I always go hard that's how I live (that's how I live)

Got it, I got more to give

Don't grind and it won't appear

Take shots, there's smoke in the air

Yeah, bitch I'm a king

I fly overseas

Grind for the cheese

I grind for the paper

I ride for my team

And anywhere I go

I roll up the weed

She roll up with me

Because I'm a king

I fly overseas

Grind for the cheese

I grind for the paper

I ride for my team

And anywhere I go

I roll up the weed

She roll up with me

Because I'm a king

Light it up, light it up

Light it up, light it up (ooh, yeah)

Light it up (yeah), light it up (ooh, yeah)

Light it up (yeah), light it up (ooh, yeah)

Light it up, light it up

Light it up (ooh, yeah), light it up (ooh)

Light it up (ooh, yeah), light it up, light it up

Yeah, bitch I'm a king

I fly overseas

Grind for the cheese

I grind for the paper

I ride for my team

And anywhere I go

I roll up the weed

She roll up with me

Because I'm a king

I fly overseas

Grind for the cheese

I grind for the paper

I ride for my team

And anywhere I go

I roll up the weed

She roll up with me

Because I'm a king

Gin And Drugs lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Problem)

[Wiz Khalifa & Problem:]

Up in this bitch and we all faded

Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don't save her

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

It's money over hoes, no I'm no stranger

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

We got

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Only on Gin and them drugs, I walked in, in the club

About three of them, dawg I'm not kiddin'

When I tell you if you came with your bitch

Then it's the end of my car, push-start the engine

Let's start from the beginning

With a young nigga from the 'Burgh

Smokin' weed, gettin' money, fuck what you heard

Know they hate 'cause I'm flyer than I ever been

High off a medicine

Bitch bad, her ass fat, I'll probably let her in

Ball so fuckin' hard I need a letterman

Know a couple niggas that I'm better than

Pussy, I don't sweat it or the money 'cause I get it

Taylor Gang on top, just remember that I said it

Fuck this nigga bitch, grab my shit, then I jetted

[Wiz Khalifa & Problem:]

Up in this bitch and we all faded

Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don't save her

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

It's money over hoes, no I'm no stranger

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

We got!

[Problem:]

Baby it's fuck day, who wanna bang?

Even though I had some, right 'fore I came

It's lit though!

Girl you ain't fuckin' what you here for?

Got at least 3 zips rolled, all ready

Wiz brought another jar with him

Gin and drugs got me feelin' like a car hit him

'Round 6 a.m once I hit my DM

Didn't have a rubber so she got to feel this skin

Money stacks stack high, bruh this don't bend

What's up with your friend? Biatch!

Ho, yeah-yeah-yeah

Feeling like Mitch when the light hit him

Married to the money, let the rice hit him

[Wiz Khalifa & Problem:]

Up in this bitch and we all faded

Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don't save her

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

It's money over hoes, no I'm no stranger

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

We got!

420 Freestyle lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

30, you a fool for this one

Mike WiLL Made-It

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I was posted on the block with a big ass joint

Police everywhere so we stay on point

Money in my hand, pockets stay on swole

And if you ever ask a question nigga we don't know

Don't be talking to me crazy if you ain't 'bout drama

And don't even be hittin' my phone if it ain't about commas

Imma ride every day for my gang with no problems

And if a nigga want beef, we filet 'em and chop 'em

I get high every day, you can say I'm a doctor

Got my niggas out the streets, you can say I'm a prophet

I got money in the bank, it can't fit in no wallet

I got niggas in the pen, but that ain't on the topic

Roll the weed in the paper you would think it was college

Got my mind on my money, I'm just focused and honest

If a nigga talk crazy then we leavin' him tarnished

Yeah my crib in the hills but I came from the bottom

I ain't worried about the mills cause I already got 'em

Everytime I'm in the bank trying make a deposit

If I'm hoppin' on the plane, know I'm gon' make a profit

Got the keys to the game if I wanna unlock it

I'll be smokin' KK til' you think I'm unconscious

I'm a real ass nigga know my style ain't polished

You's a fake ass nigga know you can't come 'round us

Was round good weed back when our parents could ground us

Now I'm doin' real shit that they say that they proud of

Fucked up situations trying get my guys out of

If you see a nigga with me best believe that they 'bout it

Taylor Gang or they die best believe that they shout it

I pour up a lot of drink come to weed need a mountain

Keep the money comin' in run to me like a fountain

Lot of fuck niggas hate, I can see 'em they doubt it

Don't approach the situation they just reaching around it

I ain't scared of confrontation me I'm speaking about it

I got so much fuckin' money that I need an accountant

I'm so big you don't see me, you just reading about it

If you coming at the Gang then you need to reroute it

Wanna know how I maintain well the secrets they solid

Niggas wanna know the formula cause we done found it

Make another 100 mill, I ain't gone be cool about it

Made my way up out my city yeah it can be kinda violent

Cause when you gettin' money niggas try to slide on you

And when it's said and done them hoes switch sides on you

But I got 4 dime pieces at the crib waiting for me

2 cell phones cause the money keep comin'

O's in my bank, ain't no one fucking with me

Smokin' KK like everyday 420