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What's The Move lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Maxo Kream and SNSTBLVD)
Sledgren
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Ooh, I got a band or two
Baby, tell me what's the move
Diamonds wet, come take a cruise
They ain't walkin' in my shoes
Trying, they gon' lose
I don't make excuses
Parked the old one pull up in my new shit
Pull out all my diamonds and them broads gon' lose it
Spend the night with me, now the broad wanna move in
I be on my Queen Khalifa kush, no bullshit
Just one button when I start my car, just push it
I'm with Young Maxo, we be on some hood shit
I just took what you spent on your crib and put it on my wrist
I just took my girl and introduced her to another bitch
Started from the bottom, I had nothing, now I'm gettin' rich
Used to be with Sledgren, he was down to empty out the clip
Now we out in Hollywood rolling up another zip
Who the fuck you with?
Diamonds I got different colors
Police coming, we ain't tellin'
Pack is loud, my kush is yellin'
I can get the whole floor, at the telli
Living like I'm Makaveli
White Benz ike in Belly
Ooh, I got a band or two
Baby, tell me what's the move
Diamonds wet, come take a cruise
They ain't walkin' in my shoes
Trying, they gon' lose
I don't make excuses
Parked the old one and pull up in my new shit
Pull out all my diamonds and them broads gon' lose it
Spend the night with me, now the broad wanna move in
[Maxo Kream:]
[?] Maxo see I'm groovin'
My pockets fat like [?]
Johnny Dang, fifty on my chain, I bought a Cuban
Diamonds playing peek-a-boo, I snatch a hoe like Pikachu
I give and go, no pick and choose
Crisp C-notes, my money blue
OG gas bag reefer, I slang that Wiz Khalifa
Bust down AP two-tone with a yellow bone diva
Bitch a perfect Mona Lisa, tell me have you seen her
Like Venus and Serena, indica, sativa
Bad bitch like Meagan Good
No swishers, we smokin' wood
She suck me and slurp me good
Been pimpin' my money good
Big crippin', it's understand
I be thumbing through them bands
You wanna do shit but you can't
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Ooh, I got a band or two
Baby, tell me what's the move
Diamonds wet, come take a cruise
They ain't walkin' in my shoes
Trying, they gon' lose
I don't make excuses
Parked the old one and pull up in my new shit
Pull out all my diamonds and them broads gon' lose it
Spend the night with me, now the broad wanna move in
[SNSTBLVD:]
Wake up early in the morning, breakfast with my fruit
She came in with him but she love the way I move
Anything he can do, I can do it too
Everything [?] Gucci on my shoes
Come back to my backyard, I show you the rules
You could take your drugs, I'm rolling jays by the two
Stripper [?] got her feet in the pool
Stars on the ceiling when we go back to my room
Millions lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Never gon' fall on my job
I'ma always go real real hard
Never gon' turn on my dogs
Everything I do for me and my squad
Shorty keep calling my phone
Thinking I want her but we don't get along
Papers or out of a bong
Everything I smoke real real strong
I don't get regular dome
Come to my crib, that's a real big home
I don't do nothing but cones
Hit the weed once and you will get stoned
I'm in the building, I'm with the millions
More than a little bit
I'm rolling more than a little bit bro
I did a real big show
I made a lil bit of growth
Young but I still get dough
My niggas still kick doors
Y'all niggas still rent yours
My shit is all paid for
Hop in the car, take off
Get a new broad, smash off
I just got all cash, dog
I'm rich and they cut me a paycheck
Came straight to the top from the basement
My time is money, got 'em wasted
I roll the weed up and she taste it
You prolly end up where my place is
Pulled up with a bag full of faces
Full of faces
Full of faces
Now she look in amazement
Never gon' fall on my job
I'ma always go real real hard
Never gon' turn on my dogs
Everything I do for me and my squad
Shorty keep calling my phone
Thinking I want her but we don't get along
Papers or out of a bong
Everything I smoke real real strong
I don't get regular dome
Come to my crib, that's a real big home
I don't do nothing but cones
Hit the weed once and you will get stoned
I'm in the building, I'm with the millions
More than a little bit
I'm rolling more than a little bit bro
[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie:]
Yeah, I know the Hills feel good
But so what, I'm still real hood
She told me the pill still good
You don't have to squeal, it feels good, yeah
Adderall pills feel good, yeah
I know they would kill for a bill, yeah
Made a couple million off the deal, yeah
But I'm still in my hood, yeah
Drop top coup in my hood, yeah
I get money, I'm good, yeah
I break hearts but I'm in love, yeah
Superbad like McLovin
I'm so good at switching subjects
I count up and make 'em upset
Purple check, I pour more Perc's, yeah
Purple drink, got syrup on deck
And everything that I said, you probably don't care
I'm only thinking about you 'cause you're not here
And I came in a Lamborghini, it ain't fair
Amiri jeans, prolly got a hundred damn pairs
Hoodie on, trust me it's a nightmare
Put a bullet on his ass 'cause I don't fight fair
Putting on my glove, feelin' like Mike, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Never gon' fall on my job
I'ma always go real real hard
Never gon' turn on my dogs
Everything I do for me and my squad
Shorty keep calling my phone
Thinking I want her but we don't get along
Papers or out of a bong
Everything I smoke real real strong
I don't get regular dome
Come to my crib, that's a real big home
I don't do nothing but cones
Hit the weed once and you will get stoned
I'm in the building, I'm with the millions
More than a little bit
I'm rolling more than a little bit bro
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
On Top lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. aimeeags)
Doubt me, doubt me, doubt me, doubt me
Diamonds pressing all up on my chest, mhm
Fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best, mhm
No sleep, I don't get no rest, mhm
Lot of ink covering my flesh, mhm
Stay out in the west but I run my city
Shorty got a friend, they can both come with me
We gon' roll up, pour a drink, get tipsy
Rolling up a J screaming "R.I.P. Nipsey"
Even when they doubt, when they doubt me, doubt me
Even when they doubt, when they doubt me, I'll be on top
Twenties at the bottom, hundreds on top
Twenties at the bottom, hundreds on top
Twenties at the bottom, hundreds on top
Twenties at the bottom, hundreds on top
Grind everyday, I don't get no break
I be up early trying to get this cake
Brought enough weed so we all get baked
Brought enough gin so we all get straight
Always on time, I don't call in late
Niggas mad, look at all this hate
Big bud, you don't call this shape
Wizzle Man, what you call him? Great
Even when they doubt, when they doubt me, doubt me
Even when they doubt, when they doubt me, I'll be on top
Even when they doubt, when they doubt me, doubt me
Even when they doubt, when they doubt me, I'll be on top
Twenties at the bottom, hundreds on top
Twenties at the bottom, hundreds on top
Twenties at the bottom, hundreds on top
Twenties at the bottom, hundreds on top
When they doubt me, doubt me
When they doubt me, I'll be on top
When they doubt me, doubt me
When they doubt me, I'll be on top
POV lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Rubi Rose)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
P-O-V, P-O-V
P-O-V, P-O-V
Hit it from the back, that's my favorite P-O-V
P-O-V, P-O-V
Shorty brain game different, she on T-O-P
Top, she on top
Then I hit it from the side, watch me slide
P-O-V, P-O-V
Then we hit a new position, she on T-O-P
Top, she on top
(Okay!)
Turn the camera on, I wanna see you do it solo
Throw some D's on it, make it bounce like a Lolo
Did it free once, said you won't do it no more
Fuck a rich nigga, might get a little promo
Only number one so you gon' be a star with it
Got a nigga he be texting but he need to call with it
I'm a pimp and I'm limp, she gon' leave the mall with it
Tired of medium, you need a large and I'm the one with it
Hit it from the back, I'm her favourite P-O-V
P-O-V, P-O-V
Shorty brain game different, she on T-O-P
Top, she on top
Then I hit it from the side, watch me slide
P-O-V, P-O-V
Then we hit a new position, she on T-O-P
Top, she on top
[Rubi Rose:]
Ass up, face down, kiss it from the waist down
Make that nigga bus bus, greyhound
Look me in my eyes while you lick between my thighs
Better eat it like you grown, boy don't play 'round
Kitty so wet, you might just drown in the shit
You know I always get my way like I be frownin' and shit
You say you beat the pussy up but do you leave it black and blue?
Your favorite rapper's face is in my lap, you know my point of view, bitch
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Hit it from the back, that's my favorite P-O-V
P-O-V, P-O-V
Shorty brain game different, she on T-O-P
Top, she on top
Then I hit it from the side, watch me slide
P-O-V, P-O-V
Then we hit a new position, she on T-O-P
Top, she on top
(Okay!)
P-O-V, P-O-V
P-O-V, P-O-V
P-O-V, P-O-V
P-O-V, P-O-V
This Time Around lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Just the wind in my hair from the top 'cause I got it down
Booking flights for myself, it's just me when I'm out of town
And that my heart breaks everytime I see your face
Wish I could make you smile this time around, this time around
This time around, this time around
This time around, this time around
This time, I ain't skipping over it this time
I ain't missing out, I'ma get mine
Looking back like "Damn, it was just time"
This time, I won't be feeling nothing, I'll be just fine
Take the perfect shot, I ain't gon'' misfire
This time, everything is aligned if you just being defined
Just the wind in my hair from the top 'cause I got it down
Booking flights for myself, it's just me when I'm out of town
And that my heart breaks everytime I see your face
Wish I could make you smile this time around, this time around
This time around, this time around
This time around, this time around
And around we go
You ain't with me unless we both got a pound to blow
Before you met me, wasn't even around the smoke
Now you be rolling it up and blowing it down for sure
You say it's been a minute
You love it when I'm in it
You never wanna finish
You say it's been a minute
You love it when I'm in it
You never wanna finish
Don't play, you want the business
Hearts been broken
Truths been spoken
Peaceful thinking
Minds been opened
Hold you in my arms
Keep you here with me
Don't wanna let you down
So I can make you smile this time around, this time around
Time around, this time around
Time around, this time around
Trap Nap lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Saxl Rose)
I got big plans for you, spending big racks
I'ma mix this with that
Little weed, a little liquor, shorty ass fat
Bring it here and bend it over, I'ma tap that
Smoke a joint and pass, I call it a trap nap
Pillow talking to that bitch who got a bad rep
I can't put you on my team 'less you an asset
Smoking kush, I'm on the stuff don't wanna pass that
In my duffle, I can't stay up out my bag yeah
Give her dick, I'm never filling up her Cash App
I put my new bitch on chronic, we ain't alcoholics
But we getting bottles and we drinking all this
I remember back then they used to sleep on us
Didn't hit us back, wouldn't hear a peep from 'em
When I hit the ground told myself to keep running
Now these niggas mad and they got the weak stomach
I'm just tryna call Pharrell for that Richard Mille
Putting kushy in the air, make sure you inhale
Hop back up in the town and got insecure
Shorty back it on me now while I pull your hair
I got big plans for you, spending big racks
I'ma mix this with that
Little weed, a little liquor, shorty ass fat
Bring it here and bend it over, I'ma tap that
Smoke a joint and pass, I call it a trap nap
Pillow talking to that bitch who got a bad rep
I can't put you on my team 'less you an asset
Smoking kush, I'm on the stuff don't wanna pass that (okay)
She a Toronto girl and she know how to roll up
I hit the six and like the weather I be froze up
She smell the kushy in her nose, I just tell her touch her toes
Brought another [?] with, that means it's four of us
We getting a penthouse so come up a couple floors
We ordering another course, you smell the weed through the doors
We rolling up and drinking, this ain't no shit you ain't done before
Don't even gotta say I'm that nigga 'cause you been well informed
Take a shot, now we on another level
Say you down you lose control if I let you
And as long as I don't treat you like you one of them other bitches
You gon' show me all the reasons that you special
I got big plans for you, spending big racks
I'ma mix this with that
Little weed, a little liquor, shorty ass fat
Bring it here and bend it over, I'ma tap that
Smoke a joint and pass, I call it a trap nap
Pillow talking to that bitch who got a bad rep
I can't put you on my team 'less you an asset
Smoking kush, I'm on the stuff don't wanna pass that
Villa lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
So real I
Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa)
More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up)
Now I'm smokin' making 'em uncomfortable
When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin')
Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal
Heard they on me and they worried 'bout my paper trail
I’m at work while you goin' on vacation there
We smokin' on the shores in Jamaica
Versace robe, Balenciaga windbreaker
Come to weed, I own acres
You niggas fallin' off, need replacements
We each own our Porsche down the streets racin'
Gotta keep one eye out for leechers, swingin' for the bleachers
Bad bitch with some real features
Waitin' for my time I ain't reachin'
Joint filled up with bomb weed
Can't walk a mile in my sneaks
I'm stoned on an island full of freaks
My niggas got millions on they mind, drink liquor all the time
Fuck bitches in they prime
Drive car with switches, count tons of riches
Always stay committed
Gettin' on the plane, make sure my company name bigger
Roll up the strain, turn on the beat and I pain't pictures
They understand me and see me clear as a movie is
Value the process, wether I lose or win
Jheeze, my wrist below thirty degrees
Weed from California, my bitch come from Belize
Rollin' trees, there ain't a seat in here
Tryna get y'all to think the same way as the millionnaires
When it's all said and done, we the niggas who never run
They spendin' up all the funds, gotta save for my son
The waittress just hit the bottle, we poppin' off everyone
Smokin' weed and the motto was all that we got is trust
So real I
Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa)
More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up)
Now I'm smokin' making 'em uncomfortable
When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin')
Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal
Heard the [?] and they worried 'bout my paper trail
I map work while you goin' on vacation there
Sixteen hours flight to Brazil
When I get there shit is real
Got a lot of beautiful women
But they money's what appeal to me
I know exactly how it feel
Say I've been here before, I know to me it ain't enough
Games I don't play with 'em
They be so mad 'cause after I fuck I don't stay
Fuck around, got another one on the way
If she give me an attitude
I'm killin' stage, the crowds of fans that would laugh at you
I'm rollin' up, while you can't smoke, I'ma pass a few
We gettin' money, the niggas with me they havin' too
Eatin' steak and shrimp, hotels tell us that we can't smoke, ain't that a bitch?
Come to my room and we gon' blow the whole zip
Security might come up but they won't trip
And if they do, I'ma walk out and I'ma talk to that nigga like
"Hmm, it's nice to meet you sir, I'm Young Khalifa
If you don't mind, I'ma spark this weed up
I know you got some family members you can call that I can take a picture for, yeah I'll be glad to meet 'em
It ain't my fault, you can take it or leave it
You smell the kush, so it's not a secret"
Ain't the one you wanna look around and you not on the team with
I'm a boss, I be on some G shit
So real I
Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa)
More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up)
Now I'm smokin' making 'em uncomfortable
When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin')
Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal
Heard the [?] and they worried 'bout my paper trail
I map work while you goin' on vacation there
They don't make 'em like they used to
The way me and my gang move around the world like we ain't got a thing to prove
Why you worried about who's who?
We takin' trips goin' to beaches
And spend the money on dinners and places we thought we'd never be
Experiencin' things we thought we'd never see
Was hated on heavily
Now our girls look heavenly
And you can tell it's me, just by the smell
Our own kush to inhale, the McQeen shots to celebrate the times when we couldn't be here
Rollin' up another paper to elevate my mind
Not knowin' if the owner's cool or not
I just got a show to do and a bunch of fans to meet
So if I'm not in my best mind state, how you expect me to do my best?
Thank you, I'ma continue smokin' now
Prayin' to make it home is an understatement
But I know God got my back
He wouldn't give me more than I could handle
I just gotta step up to the play, and be a boss when the time comes
Who wants to chase success and run from their real responsibilities at the same time?
That sounds like hustlin' backwards to me
But I'm tryna hold it down, 'til we back in the villa again
Above Average lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah, yeah
Can't imagine bein' average
Reppin' my gang 'til I'm in the casket
Diamonds rings, don't mean to be flashin'
One of 'em straight, one of 'em nasty
Love when they strip, I love when they classy
Niggas be fake, these niggas be plastic
And I've been cakin' if you askin'
There's the fake and there's the real, you ain't foolin' me, nigga
Lotta money to be made out here, just who gonna get it?
In a class of my own, I don't see no competition
Shawty ass kinda swole, she bend it over, I'm tippin'
I'm up early in the morning 'cause you know we be grindin'
Do anything for my dawgs, just let me know the assignment
Need a jet, need a check, with a whole bunch of commas
If I step for the now I get a whole bunch of profit
Niggas used to holdin' choppers, now we smoke out with doctors
Money bulgin' out my pocket, if you want it I got it
We don't do regular problems, stay away from the gossip
Runnin' up them bank deposits, new bitch straight out of college
Nigga this is real life, this ain't no cops or robbers
All my niggas from the bottom and they wanna move proper
All I know is do it big, that's what I seen as a toddler
Stay the fuck up out the way, you hang around you get caught up
You niggas broke, you always with some niggas fuckin' the product
You the type that can't do right because no one ever taught him
Always late to catch a flight, I never rush to get on
I've been trappin' all night then I'm up early in the mornin'
Can't imagine bein' average
Reppin' my gang 'til I'm in the casket
Diamonds rings, don't mean to be flashin'
One of 'em straight, one of 'em nasty
Love when they strip, I love when they classy
Niggas be fake, these niggas be plastic
And I've been cakin' if you askin'
There's the fake and there's the real, you ain't foolin' me, nigga
Lotta money to be made out here, just who gonna get it?
In a class of my own, I don't see no competition
Shawty ass kinda swole, she bend it over, I'm tippin'
Droppin' the top, I'm at the roof
Everything is exclusive
Even down to my bitch, you with one that's ran through
I just stick to the code, I ain't makin' the rules
If you niggas still broke, there really ain't no excuses
Pull up in the four-door,all my niggas pull out them coupes
Wipin' off my prints quick 'cause they investigate clues
Niggas see what's on my neck, and give respect for jeweler
Tell 'em I don't need a script 'cause every day like the moves
I don't wear it on me, got no idea what I've been through
Smell a lot of KK on me, hit the block and spin through
Know I smoke a lotta gas, so I gotta refuel
Hit 'em once and then I pass, I'ma hardly reuse
Kept it solid, rep the gang, 'cause that's what a G do
If you 'bout money, rollin' up and countin' hunnids me too
You could tell by all the times we keep on winnin', we up
I could smoke a pound a day and by the night I reup
Can't imagine bein' average
Reppin' my gang 'til I'm in the casket
Diamonds rings, don't mean to be flashin'
One of 'em straight, one of 'em nasty
Love when they strip, I love when they classy
Niggas be fake, these niggas be plastic
And I've been cakin' if you askin'
There's the fake and there's the real, you ain't foolin' me, nigga
Lotta money to be made out here, just who gonna get it?
In a class of my own, I don't see no competition
Shawty ass kinda swole, she bend it over, I'm tippin'
[Young Deji:]
I'm not average (Not average)
I'm not average (Not average)
You ain't foolin' me (Not average)
I'm not average (Not average)
I ain't average
I'm not average (Not average)
You ain't foolin' me (Not average)
I'm not average (Not average)
They know that I ain't average
I'm not average (Not average)
I'm not average (Not average)
And they ain't foolin' me
I'm not average (Not average)
I'm not average (Not average)
I'm not average (Not average)
I'm not average (Not average)
I'm not average (Not average)
I'm not average (Not average)
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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
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