Universal Studios lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Nigga's so fucking stoned

Can't smoke weed to it, I don't wanna listen to it

Yeah

Started this shit in '97 nigga, Pittsburgh

Real niggas who like real rap

Born in 1987

Damn I don't want no trouble

I just wanna kick back with my Taylors on

Smoke my weed, live life like a player

Learn the game, man there's levels to this shit

Angels and all kinds of devils

Fighting and scratching to bring you down

When you gone want you back around

In my '62 'cause I love the sounds

Remember copping eighties now we rolling up from pounds

Regular weed, now it's loud

No bullshit I do this shit for my child

All this weed rolled up now we got the lights low

Champagne popping off, living good like we supposed to

Tell your girlfriends they can leave, you ain't ready to go

You can think what you want but now you know

Hopping out the flight

Tryna find what bad one I'ma scoop tonight

I really live the dream so I'm getting in between

Money over everything

Whatever's best for my team

We travel all over the world

Not at all sober

Know some bad bitches, call 'em

My niggas actually balling

And we all do it naturally

Rich and famous and glad to be here

It's all part of the plan

For us to get ours and you get yours

Bouncing up the street in a '64

Smoking weed thanking God that things ain't how they used to be

You smell it, you ain't smoking it

Lost a pack on the road, hope they ain't opened it

We film movies like Universal Studios

Six rolled, four smoked, two to go

Y'all niggas know what the fuck it is, man

All this weed rolled up now we got the lights low

Champagne popping off, living good like we supposed to

Tell your girlfriends they can leave, you ain't ready to go

You can think what you want but now you know

This shit ain't never gon' stop

Drew on them boards

Alchemist on the beat

KK in a Raw cone

Excuse me, I rolled this J

Khalifa papers

Vincent in the booth

Washingtons By Your Side lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 (from "The Hamilton Mixtape")

Oh

It's kinda crazy 'cause

People think

I got it made just 'cause I got paper

I mean

I do got it made but

That's 'cause I made it myself

Gang Gang

Uh, people be all in my face

Wasn't the time and the place

Do interviews and I'm on stage

'Cause baby I gotta get paid

Don't matter what most people say

'Cause all of 'em get in the way

I'm working with more than I play

Which mean I'm gon' be here to stay

I roll me one up and I blaze

And take a tree straight to the face

Those thuggers keep hoping I change

But no, I'ma stay in my lane

I'm smelling like weed on the plane

And white people think it's a shame

As soon as they mention my name

They go back to being the same

I did everything that I want (uh)

I still don't really care what anybody else think

Now I can have anything, I ain't gon' stunt

And I don't feel bad 'cause I did it my way

And now they all say

"It must be nice, it must be nice

To have them Washingtons on your side

It must be nice, it must be nice

To have everybody on your side

It must be nice, it must be nice

To have them Washingtons by your side

It must be nice, it must be nice

To have everybody by your side"

Whether you coming or leaving

Know everybody be talking

Nigga be having a problem

Straighten up soon as you walking

Some of them familiar faces

Fame is so easy to get lost in

So many different motives

If you slip up it'll cost you

Don't know who got your best interest

But you don't stop, you keep going

They really talking, you live it

When the time come you gon' show it

Keep on my heart and stay focused

Come with a different approaching

Go from a player to coach be

'Cause you go harder than most

I did everything that I want (uh)

I still don't really care what anybody else think

Now I can have anything, I ain't gon' stunt

And I don't feel bad 'cause I did it my way

And now they all say

"It must be nice, it must be nice

To have them Washingtons on your side

It must be nice, it must be nice

To have everybody on your side

It must be nice, it must be nice

To have them Washingtons by your side

It must be nice, it must be nice

To have everybody by your side"

We Dem Boyz (Tyga Remix) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Tyga)

 Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle

Hol up, hol up, hol up, if you suck then swallow

Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow

Throwin money on her like she won the lotto

Pussy must be serious

Scared of heights come face your fears

Do it just like Nicki gon' and bend it over

Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner

Young nigga but I'm ready

Oh, foreign girls call me sexy

And white girls gimme becky

But first I gotta roll this joint, baby hol' up

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

[Tyga:]

Hol up, hol up, had to check the rollie

You know what time it is, bad bitches only

My nigga caught a case bailed out in the morning

Cause we got dollars bitch, so don't you dial The Police [?]

I'm repping and mixing my time like nigga what is you saying

Come fly to LA and I'll show you,i got a wood mansion

We at the story, now the star island

Mianmi and mollys, the young rich king I'm wildin'

Hol up, hol up, hol up, tryna' be so fucking bout it

You want my life style, just don't read the comments

Plotting on a hundred mill,couple milfs up in here ballin

Sh rocking with a cold nigga, now that bitch excited

This ain't no plain Jane, make ten mill of hatch tho, that shits my cash flow but i want mo'

Taylor gang and them last kings, bitches know my name raw on my license plate

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Hol up, hol up, hol up, you drive me crazy

Number 1, bitch you can't replace me

Leave the club these hoes be tryin to chase me

You got a ass so fat lets make a baby

Damn, I'm smokin weed in my mercedes

Hol up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy

Man they money slim, they actin shady

I'm in my brand new car, who wanna race

Ho, bitch you ain't call my phone so why you showin up

I'm takin them shots all my niggas stay loaded up

Man on the low all these hoes be actin so material

Hol up, man did you see her interior

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

Weed Nap lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y & SayItAintTone)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

It's nothin' fresher, they under pressure

Take your bitch and undress her

Go 'head and kill yourself

Fuck niggas, they'll be one less

More weed, less stress

Make a grocery store runs, in some old bathing ape sweats.

Separate the bookies from vets

Out in the Bay, where they blowing cookies

Shout to Mr. Fabs

The revolution will be televised and I'll be hella high

The same jealous niggas will be jealous

Clip they wings, smash their propellers

Can't add to it, can't take from us

She at my spot fixing plates

That's why I fucks with her

I got a crib in every state

Tommy Buns living nigga get cake

Fuck is wrong with your posture little nigga? sit straight

No other choice, but to keep it real

These niggas soo fake

You can still smear the paint, ew

[Sayitaintone:]

I got your bitch on my arm

Got the team on my back

Got the world on my lap

Got that P on my hat

Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that

I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped

Still the same nigga

Shit ain't changed still wake and bake

Still got your bitch with us

Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer

Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller

[Curren$y:]

Mission never changed, stay all after the same

Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the game

From the 4, the big dog came rollin' joints with his paws, wearing pinky rings

Since he swang through things ain't been the same

Kinda close though, copping cats on my coats, yo

Can't duplicate the dope flow though they're tried

That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people high

It's that strobe light, that 1975, Cadillac dash

Baby girl doing soul train lines

Never hate it, though I flow out my mind

Pockets breaded like they finna be deep fried

Out his head, dis a 100 times

Suckas still sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be

Probably dead dead in that bed, let 'em rest in peace

Smoke another P, kill some more beats

[Sayitaintone:]

I got your bitch on my arm

Got the team on my back

Got the world on my lap

Got that P on my hat

Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that

I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped

Still the same nigga

Shit ain't changed still wake and bake

Still got your bitch with us

Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer

Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller

What Would I Do lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 (Beat that motherfucker up, Quad)

Uh, ooh, what would I do if a nigga didn't have you

Don't know what I'd do if a nigga didn't have you

Help me calculate my moves

Girl, I love when you come through

What would I do if a nigga didn't have you?

Don't know what I'd do if a nigga didn't have you

Hush and let me make my rules

Don't know what I'd do

Plus you get high too, dress good, you look fly too

You about 5'2", but you like to get quite loose

Brought some friends and they just like you

Jump up in my Coupe and we can go straight to the west

You with us, you don't hang with the rest

Let 'em take one puff of the kush, they get strangled to death

What that mean, girl? You came with the best

Uh, ooh, what would I do if a nigga didn't have you

Don't know what I'd do if a nigga didn't have you

Help me calculate my moves

Girl, I love when you come through

What would I do if a nigga didn't have you?

Don't know what I'd do if a nigga didn't have you

Hush and let me make my rules

Don't know what I'd do

Fuck a pre-roll, I send a whole pound through

Wherever we go make sure they know 'bout you

My business you hardly ever speak on

You like to take my [?] and get your freak on

It's been a week long and you ain't heard from me I know, I know

Don't gotta worry, if it's mine then you got it for sure, for sure

Uh, ooh, what would I do if a nigga didn't have you

Don't know what I'd do if a nigga didn't have you

Help me calculate my moves

Girl, I love when you come through

What would I do if a nigga didn't have you?

Don't know what I'd do if a nigga didn't have you

Hush and let me make my rules

Don't know what I'd do

What's The Play lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 (from "Uncle Drew" soundtrack)

I'm a boss in the game

I deserve six rings

I go hard in the paint

They wanna know my number and my name

They swear to God I got a cheat code

I'm going for the three

This shit is easy like a free throw

I go beast mode

Ballin' on 'em

93 Mike Jordan on 'em

Swish nigga

It's all in the wrist nigga

And we aim for the top everyday just to change our lives

Know the name, know the game

Know the things that they ain't gon' like

Not afraid to express what it takes so we made our own way

You not in the game, I call shots in the game like...

Huh what's the play

Yeah what's the play

What's the play

Huh what's the play

What's the play

Yeah what's the play

What's the play

Huh what's the play

I'm on my Wayne Gretzky

I got so much ice on

Smoking on that strong pack, strong pack

Hit it hard, Mike Tyson

Sliding home plate, safe

Paid in full just like ace

But I ain't working at the cleaners

I get that pack and serve it like Serena

Ballin' on 'em

93 Mike Jordan on 'em

Touchdown

We got the club going up

I'm bout to roll something up

And we aim for the top everyday just to change our lives

Know the name, know the game

Know the things that they ain't gon' like

Not afraid to express what it takes so we made our own way

You not in the game, I call shots in the game like...

Huh what's the play

Yeah what's the play

What's the play

Huh what's the play

What's the play

Yeah what's the play

What's the play

Huh what's the play

Where Iz Da Bud lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 [Aaron Dahl & Wiz Khalifa:]

We're not against weed rap

We're not against weed rappers

But we are against those gangs

TM what up?

[Wiz Khalifa:]

See I be rolling up (up)

Right in the club (club)

Only them joints, don't fuck with blunts (blunts)

Don't fuck with blunts (blunts)

Hand me another one

Smoking and drinking, I live my life like the Weeknd

Don't let me in, then I sneak in

I fuck your bitch 'cause she creeping

Smoking, KK

In places you, can't even, be in

Rocking my chain ever since I was a

Teen, a nigga, try me

He gon' have a real long, day

And grab me a joint

Roll it, light it, blow it away

[Lord Infamous & Wiz Khalifa:]

Where is the bud, where is the bud

And I ain't smoking blunts

Where is the bud, where is the bud (uh)

Where is the bud, where is the bud

And I ain't smoking blunts

Where is the bud

I be rolling papers, rolling papers, papers

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

'Cause I'm a Taylor, I'm a Taylor

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

I be rolling papers, rolling papers, papers

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

'Cause I'm a Taylor, I'm a Taylor

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Kush cones, KK bones

Hella strong, I be on

Hoes on, giving dome

I'm at home, leave me alone

Call my phone, she be tryna fuck, she be tryna bone

Cut them cones, send 'em to the lab where the shit get grown

You ain't got none, bitch we gettin' in it

If they play with the package then we just send it again

You can catch me my in yo main bitch, in my Benz

Rolling weed up

Ain't no seeds bruh

On her ass, young Khalifa

[Lord Infamous & Wiz Khalifa:]

Where is the bud, where is the bud

And I ain't smoking blunts

Where is the bud, where is the bud (uh)

Where is the bud, where is the bud

And I ain't smoking blunts

Where is the bud

I be rolling papers, rolling papers, papers

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

'Cause I'm a Taylor, I'm a Taylor

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

I be rolling papers, rolling papers, papers

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

'Cause I'm a Taylor, I'm a Taylor

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

Yeah, yeah

What you wanna smoke

I got kush, gas, dabs

What you wanna smoke, yeah

Yeah, yeah

What you wanna smoke

I got kush, gas, dabs

What you wanna smoke, yeah

Yeah, yeah

What you wanna smoke

I got kush, gas, dabs

What you wanna smoke, yeah

Yeah, yeah

What you wanna smoke

I got kush, gas, dabs

What you wanna smoke

Where is the bud, where is the bud

And I ain't smoking blunts

Where is the bud, where is the bud (uh)

Where is the bud, where is the bud

And I ain't smoking blunts

Where is the bud

I be rolling papers, rolling papers, papers

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

'Cause I'm a Taylor, I'm a Taylor

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

I be rolling papers, rolling papers, papers

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

'Cause I'm a Taylor, I'm a Taylor

Where is the bud, we really need the bud

Who Run It Freestyle lyrics - Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods

 [Wiz Khalifa and Chevy Woods:]

Niggas keep acting like they gang or something

I'ma make them niggas take your chain or something

Up front money, I don't do no fronting

I'ma make your bitch give me brain or something

Out on the West with my new bitch

I'm on fire, I'm too lit

Eight-ball's on me, no pool stick

Blue flag on me I'm too Crip

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I done made a movie

Parked my car and sparked a doobie

It's just me and my new bitch

Cause my whip only got two seats

I'm too stuck up in my ways to these haters move me

Famous bitches in my DM

They just don't amuse me

All about 'bout paper, get my paper

By the door it's loose leaf

All of my niggas gettin' paid

All of my broads exclusive

[Chevy Woods:]

Look I just want the toppy baby

Don't be acting stupid

I could of bought a four door foreign

But I had to coupe it

Ay bitch, this a brand new chain

Put her in Vera Wang

She got a crazy top

I let her go insane

[Wiz Khalifa:]

G-shit in my veins

Limited seats on my plane

Get to the country they know my name

I could pay for anything I'm ordering

Whether it's bitches, California weed, fourth down

Got 20 inches

I'm rolling up hella green by the pound

You wanna pinch this

Wondering what the stench is

Always played my position

We balling cause we the realest

Wit The Kids lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 (Drugs are menacing our society)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm here

No way to tell us no, no fear

They try to reach us but they don't know

What you fighting for? What side you on?

Ah if I had my way I'd motivate some peace and change

If I had my way we'd all spread love, there'd be no hate

Now scream it out one time

I don't want to feel one time

Yeah, yeah

They fuckin' with the kid, kid

Ain't tryna let us live, yeah

Break the mold to keep your mind clear

Yeah, yeah

They fuckin' with the kid, kid

Ain't tryna let us live, live

The real, they don't want us to be it

Yeah, yeah

They fuckin' with the kid, kid

Ain't tryna let us live, live

The truth, they don't want us to see it

America has accomplished so much in these last few years. Whether it's been rebuilding our economy or serving the calls of freedom in the world. What we've been able to achieve has been done with your help, with us working together as a nation united

Fuck up out of here

Happiness comes from all this

Most of us ain't gotta care

They'll never understand us

Anybody got a problem, say something

Anytime you got a problem, face 'em

Their parents want to know what is going on here

Yeah, yeah

They fuckin' with the kid, kid

Ain't tryna let us live, live

The real, they don't want us to be it

Yeah, yeah

They fuckin' with the kid, kid

Ain't tryna let us live, live

The truth, they don't want us to see it

So tonight, from our family to yours. From our home to yours, thank you for joining us

Without You lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Suzanne Sheer)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

You already know how we do around this time

Khalifa Man

Whole lot of gangsters with me

Know we just rolling up living that Taylor Gang lifestyle

Making sure everybody get entertained

All the fans get some of this love man, you already know what it is, TGOD Volume 1, gang gang

Most LA girls ain't even from LA

Done this before that's the shit they tell me

Been in this party before, been in this house before

Been to so many clubs she ain't got no first times no more

In the studio with other rappers, singers, ballplayers, even actors

Lotta new clothes to buy

Lotta new places to fly

Taking the favors but really don't care bout none of them guys

She need a new sponsor, she got one

She need a new ass, so she got one

She needed new friends went and bought some

Looking for a sucker know I'm not one, fuck outta here

[Suzanne Sheer:]

It's not what I wanted

And I don't wanna talk about it

Admit that you fronted

Now you forced me to live without it

Boy I'm awake, I can't sleep without you

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Most LA girls ain't even from LA

We love Khalifa man, that's what they tell me

But I heard it all, got the word I ball

Get her number, call, girls its only pussy I ain't scared of y'all

Broke up with your man, now you wanna give me a chance

Y'all done argue when you tell me you back with him again

But I understand, game gon' be the game and I ain't gon' be no lame

Ain't shit really change, I'm switching lanes, me in my newest thing

You been doing good but I'm doing better

Hanging with them lames tryna get your shit together

But I'm the one you dream about, one you scream about

One you think about, one that piss you off when you see me out

And you thought you were so grown

Had to let you go

Get it all on your own

Now I'm gone and you're tryna stay strong and find a familiar face on this lonely road

[Suzanne Sheer:]

It's not what I wanted

And I don't wanna talk about it

Admit that you fronted

Now you forced me to live without it

Boy I'm awake, I can't sleep without you

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Can't sleep without you

Can't eat, can't do a thing without you

Got me going through some changes without you

Can't roll this paper plane up without you

Can't sleep without you

Can't eat, can't do a thing without you

Got me going through some changes without you

Don't wanna roll this paper plane up without you

Leave it up to me, I'll bump into you on the road

I'll probably see you if you on TV, cuz once I'm done I gotta go

No cuddle time I hardly sleep, cuz I'm all about my dough

Time is money talk is cheap

Presidential suites with anything you want to eat

They say life is what you make it, it's better when you're with me

Take you down to the beach, have sex then we fall asleep

Before I'm gone kiss your cheek, in the morning I'm in the streets

Without you

Work Hard, Play Hard (Remix) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne)

 Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work work work work work work work work

[Young Jeezy:]

I say suckas all in my lane nigga

Yo ain't got dough thats some change nigga

Murcielag' got Georgia plates got no brains insane nigga

Matter of fact, it's schizo, bad bitch she a thick ho

Hit the club go sicko, no ass shots she a sick ho

Every night it's champagne nigga

Key to life maintain nigga

Nothing change but the change nigga

What way of key my cain nigga

Came from slanggin' straight cane nigga

Young strappin like cane nigga

Certified can't stand beside me

I'll make you rappers look lame nigga

Ugh, bet a hundred racks I'll bring a hundred straps

Move a hundred packs, 2 presidents, no ice in that

Cost a hundred stacks, ugh

I buy all the clothes, rock all my shows

Rock all the gold, fuck all the hoes, smoke all the dro, can't ask for more

The bigger the bill

The harder you ball

Well I'm throwin' mine

Cause my money long

The quicker you're here

The faster you go

That's why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

The bigger the bill

The harder you ball

Well I'm throwin' mine

Cause my money long

The quicker you're here

The faster you go

That's why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work work work work work work work work

[Lil Wayne:]

I be killing them hoes, lock me up for murder

Make that ass shake, shake it like it's nervous

Lil Tunechi bitch, I'm high as Wiz Khalifa

I swallow that pearl, tongue like I'm having a seizure

And I work hard, go harder, no father, no problem

Send my crew at your neck, like a t-shirt with no collar

Ho Holler, I'm poppin, red bone, you perfect

But when her period down man that bitch a brand new person

We are all gifted people, just don't open the gift too early

She on her knees waiting for that nut like a verdict

Ahh, work hard, play hard, my dick stay hard, but suck my skateboard!

Tunechi!

The bigger the bill

The harder you ball

Well I'm throwin' mine

Cause my money long

The quicker you're here

The faster you go

That's why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

The bigger the bill

The harder you ball

Well I'm throwin' mine

Cause my money long

The quicker you're here

The faster you go

That's why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work work work work work work work work

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I be working, I be working

I be going to different countries, gettin' money

If it's poppin' I'm near it, I'll make an appearance, they want me

If you smoke in my section its blunt free

Got my own shit, man ain't no one front me

Do a show spend it all on Givenchy

Drive my own shit, I'm up in the front seat

Like oooh, niggas talkin' what I might do

Niggas talkin' bout the new car

I'm in the Old Chavelle it's light blue

Smokin' weed livin' like a star, work hard than you might too

I play hard cause my bank long, keep ya day job

Uhh, rich nigga cool dude, Rockstar like U2

Camo's on, you too, 100 million views on Youtube

Private plane, we Vegas trippin'

With Mally Mall, Vegas strippin'

You goin' hard and you think of winnin'

We all can ball if you play position

The bigger the bill

The harder you ball

Well I'm throwin' mine

Cause my money long

The quicker you're here

The faster you go

That's why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

The bigger the bill

The harder you ball

Well I'm throwin' mine

Cause my money long

The quicker you're here

The faster you go

That's why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work hard, play hard

Work work work work work work work work

X 4 X lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Desiigner)

 [Desiigner:]

DP on the beat

Yeah, ey, yeah

Yeah, ey, yeah, yeah

I got a bitch in Miami

She goin' hard for the 'gram

I put the dick in her panty

She working hard for the family

I got them niggas, that's working

Jump on them niggas whose planning

I got a bitch in Miami

We goin' Xanny for Xanny

We goin' Xanny for Xanny

She start to pull off her panty

I start to pull out the jammy

We goin' blammy for blammy

You shot, you get robbed, or you hit

Knock 'em all off with a stick

Kill 'em all 'cause they snitched

I got a bitch in Miami

I got her pulling her panty

I got my dick in the jammy

I got a Xanny for a Xanny

I'm goin' Xanny for Xanny

You shot, you get robbed or you hit

Knock 'em all off with a stick

Kill 'em off then I dip

I got your bitch in Miami

I'm on a trip to Dubai

Kissing the time of you guys

While I got weight in the house

I'ma keep whipping them pies

I got a bitch, she a freak

She make it hundred a week

I got Margiela on my feet

Red Margiela on my feet

PG shoot the movies, yeah

Ridin' crazy, shoot the movies, yeah

Sosa voice, ain't no movie cuts

Had director, fucked her, shoot it up

I got Margiela on my feet

I got the best on my feet

I got your girl on my meat

I got your girl on my side

I got your girl, she geek

I make a hundred a week

I made your bed

I'm on a trip to Dubai

In the set from the five

And it's glad to be alive

Getting high with the guys

Flipping pies with the guys

I got a bitch in Miami

She goin' hard for the 'gram

I put the dick in her panty

She working hard for the family

I got them niggas, that's working

Jump on them niggas whose planning

I got a bitch in Miami

We goin' Xanny for Xanny

We goin' Xanny for Xanny

She start to pull off her panty

I start to pull out the jammy

We goin' blammy for blammy

You shot, you get robbed, or you hit

Knock 'em all off with a stick

Kill 'em all 'cause they snitched

I got a bitch in Miami

I got her pulling her panty

I got my dick in the jammy

I got an A for a Xanny

I'm goin' Xanny for Xanny

You shot, you get robbed or you hit

Knock 'em all off with a stick

Kill 'em off then I dip

I got your bitch in Miami

[Wiz Khalifa:]

These niggas snakes in the grass

No, they don't get no pass

My niggas all smoking gas

Whippin' that foreign, no crash

Way ahead of my class, on top

Big biz, won't stop

Ice watch, ice chain

Young Khalifa man, been doing my thing

16, got my Ls

I was ridin' 'round with Chev making sales

No flake, no last

Gang, gang or die

[Desiigner:]

I got a bitch in Miami

She goin' hard for the 'gram

I put the dick in her panty

She working hard for the family

I got them niggas, that's working

Jump on them niggas whose planning

I got a bitch in Miami

We goin' Xanny for Xanny

We goin' Xanny for Xanny

She start to pull off her panty

I start to pull out the jammy

We goin' blammy for blammy

You shot, you get robbed, or you hit

Knock 'em all off with a stick

Kill 'em all 'cause they snitched

I got a bitch in Miami

I got her pulling her panty

I got my dick in the jammy

I got an A for a Xanny

I'm goin' Xanny for Xanny

You shot, you get robbed or you hit

Knock 'em all off with a stick

Kill 'em off then I dip

I got your bitch in Miami

Line of the smoke in my hair

See an opp, shoot him dead first

Stripper section, nigga, lot of cash

So she go grab the meds first

So she go grab the meds first

Then I go grab the bed first

Said she do it big for her family

R.I.P. to the dead homies

R.I.P. to the dead homies

Now I'm drippin' with the feds on me

Hair drippin', deads on me

Hair swingin', sippin' meds on 'em

Now different colors of the cola

Have some burnt niggas in the closet

Sippin' lean, and I can't stop it

Go hard nigga, no title

Nobody in this buildin' fuck with me

Niggas, niggas, know I got it

Pull up, blast the heat

Talkin' like you 'bout it, 'bout it

I blast the heat, talkin' like Master P

Yea Yup lyrics - Fedd The God & Wiz Khalifa

 They want that north side shit

That's his bitch huh

Well she mines now

Don't call my phone nigga

Don't got no time now

She pop a puffer set

Now do in line now

She got that perfect

Hoe wait in line now

Bitch I pull up like I'm gredski

Catch some waves I jetski

She don't wanna love no more

She just wanna sex me

Bank account on overload

OG's that just bless me

Big money bad bitches nigga

That's what I'm all about

Made back Corvette nigga

That's what I'm pullin' out

She ain't wanna fuck with a nigga

But now she callin' out

Pull up in that old school thing

I'm who they talkin bout

Niggas talkin' bout sellin' dope

But I got all the pounds

Niggas all they talk is my money

But I want large amount

[?] I'm fucking

I think I lost the count

Yea yup countin' this money

I really love the sound

Yea yup getting so much that

I need another count

Yea yup I just took another

Shot of Hennessey

Every time I drop a track I know

These bitches feeling me

Bitches asses up and down

Like I'm doin' a pedigree

They know I'm a ticking bomb

Don't know why niggas testing' me

I got big wiz energy

Pussy ass niggas don't turn out

Who they pretend to be

Won in the [?]

[?]

Jump on the plane

And making her leave

She leavin' her man

She fucking with me

I come to her crib

And fuck her to sleep

Watch me skurt off in a hellcat

Niggas big and bigger hoes

Like they [?]

Red blue and yellow

It's on my NFL hat

Different [?]

It's heaven [?]

They want that north side shit

That's his bitch huh

Well she mines now

Don't call my phone nigga

Don't got no time now

She pop a puffer set

Now do in line now

She got that perfect

Hoe wait in line now

You lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Juicy J) (feat. Liam Payne)

 [Juicy J:]

Liam

What's up man?

It's time, bruh

They've been waiting on this collab

This goes out to the

All the chicks on Snapchat

They love that social media life and shit

[Liam Payne:]

All I need is you

See anything you want

Anything you want, girl

All I see is you

Anything you want

Anything you open

All I need is you

Anything you want

Anything you want, girl

All I see is you

Anything you want

[Juicy J:]

You my bitch, ain't no time for hoe who can't if

Who can't walk in heels, who pussy smell like shit

If I told you tote that strap, you'll pop a lick

Never keep that drama you a real real, real real

I'm standing up like I rock it

I'm ready to blow and I ain't got to cock it

I got you wetter than ever

I'mma do it to ya begging me to stop it

You got the world in your pants

My heart in your hands

Ass softer than some jello

I'm gon' knock your boots into stilettos

Have your have your singing like Adele, (Hello)

Room full of chicks 'bout to line 'em up

If they go both ways I'mma sign them up

Girl take off them Vickys then take off my suit

Cause all I want is you and all you need is juice

[Liam Payne:]

All I need is you

See anything you want

Anything you want girl

All I see is you (Tell 'em Liam)

Anything you want

Anything you open

All I need is you

Anything you want

Anything you want girl

All I see is you

Anything you want

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I bring the KK through you can grind it up

Work all day now its time to fuck

Coming up short no they not like us

Can't talk bank they got enough

Drink Bombay 'til I'm out of touch

Go good she gon' fall in love

Its been a long time since she got a nut

We can take our time we ain't got to rush

And nah she don't need no wedding ring

This the shit that we go through everyday

I let her know she can everything

Be a coach I can teach you how to run a play

Ba a boss tell you girls that you want to stay

Take if off when I give it don't run away

Your ex-boyfriend he a throw away

Seen him in the club hating the other day

But all I need is a big bag of weed and

You by my side, girl I know you down to ride

Big cribs got lots of those

Fast cars got lots of those

Khalifa man got lots of hoes

I ain't really thinking about 'em though

[Liam Payne:]

All I need is you

See anything you want

Anything you want girl

All I see is you

Anything you want

Anything you open

All I need is you

Anything you want

Anything you want girl

All I see is you

Anything you want

[Juicy J & Liam Payne:]

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Smoke me out, smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Smoke me out, smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Smoke me out, smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Smoke me out, smoke me out

All I need is you

You lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

 Haha, haha, ha

Why you do me like that?

Oh, I know, haha, ha, haha

Okay

(Hitmaka)

Damn, who hurt you, baby?

Took a chance, jumped but you ain't land safely

Instead of talking 'bout how you been played

You should take a look at yourself maybe

Yeah, the diamonds was cool and the sex was crazy

The ducked out villa out the country's your favorite

But who gon' go half when I'm sick?

Spent too much on the boat to be crashin' it

So I gotta (So I gotta)

Get up out of harm's way (Harm's way)

Listen to what my dawgs say (Dawgs say)

We all grow up one day (One day)

Can't keep blamin' it on young age (Young age)

Said I

Said I should just fade out

But everything ain't all about you (All about you)

Through all these ups and downs

Someway, somehow

You still make it all about you (All about you)

Oh, all about

Damn, why be like that?

How your waist so small with an ass so fat?

Why you throw all my clothes in the street like that?

Was only gone for a month, the house gon' be right back

Say you don't buy car and you ain't into fashion

So why would I find you attractive?

If it ain't love at first sight, then there's passion

And I got more than you imagine

So I gotta (So I gotta)

Get up out of harm's way (Harm's way)

Listen to what my dawgs say (Dawgs say)

We all grow up one day (One day)

Can't keep blamin' it on young age (Young age)

Said I

Said I should just fade out

But everything ain't all about you (All about you)

Through all these ups and downs

Someway, somehow

You still make it all about you (All about you)

Oh, all about

Ten toes down

I need you solid when I'm not around

Don't be cryin', sayin', "Nothing's wrong"

When I know you take shit personal

And you know we've been here before

Paragraphs back and forth

How you gon' let all this go off a post?

I should've known, babe

Said I (Yeah)

Said I should just fade out (Uh-huh)

But everything ain't all about you (All about you, no)

Through all these ups and downs (Yeah)

Someway, somehow (Come on)

You still make it all about you (All about you, uh)

Oh, all about

You

That's crazy

Haha, haha, ha (Still all about you)

You know it's all about you, girl (Still all about you)

I can't evne say nothin' (Still all about you)

You got it, haha, haha, ha (Still all about)

You In Mind lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

 [Curren$y:]

Yeah

Curbs on the beat

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you like to see me with it

I bought this with you in mind

(La ladada ladada)

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you hate to see me get shit

I bought this with you in mind

I might park my car in front this bitch

Just to floss with my new shit

Haters gon slit your wrist

Live niggas really rich

Uh, Me and my nigga buying houses

When we used to go in half on ounces

Now we balling you don't hear those spaldings bouncing?

Globetrotting goyard luggage niggas got it

I been watching from my island they don't think I see em'

They copying our style then they tryna be us

While we rolling up that reefer chilling in arena

OG only and my vegetable steamers

You could soak your style in bleach, still won't come out cleaner

They was sleeping on us, we was lamborghinin dreaming'

We turned it into real shit

Couple high ass niggas stacking millions

(Ayo)

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you like to see me with it

I bought this with you in mind

(La ladada ladada)

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you hate to see me with shit

I bought this with you in mind

(La ladada ladada)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Playing Pokemon Go me and your ho

I'm catching something rare while she get something rolled

You know the code, always go for the gold

We came in and broke the mold

Could make a million with my eyes closed

I ride slow cause you never know

Police is out here bro, I check my traps and then I change clothes

Catch me anywhere my plane goes

And always rep for the jets and taylor gang we who the game chose

I'm a make sure that I got one rolled, but you gotta make sure that you got one for me

Baby girl it's all good you ain't gotta smoke

Just know you with a real nigga riding' with a G

And you can say you ain't high but you bout to be

Start off my day getting' dollars stay reppin' my gang I know that they proud of me

Hop in my ride and we'll run and get high

So much bank you'd think I'm the lottery

They said they don't [?] me

I'm taking your bitch that's a definite, no ain't a probably

Young Khalifa man

[Curren$y:]

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you like to see me with it

I bought this with you in mind

(La ladada ladada)

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you hate to see me with shit

I bought this with you in mind

(La ladada ladada)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

It is was it is man never been what it ain't

More like the principle of the shit now not a teacher

I make the rules hoe

Gang shit, Plane shit

Ain't nothing like that lame shit

Young, Wild And Free (Konglomerate Cover Remix) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 That's what we're about

Living by the sea

Sipping on some rum

Under the shade of the tree

That's what we about

Just feel the warm breeze

Living young and wild and free

The sun, ocean, on an island

Where no one can find me

The sun, ocean, sipping on some rum

The sun, ocean, on an island

Where no one can find me

The sun, ocean, and the party just begun

That's what we're about

Living by the sea

Sipping on some rum

Under the shade of the tree

That's what we about

Just feel the warm breeze

Living young and wild and free

That's what we're about

Living by the sea

Sipping on some rum

Under the shade of the tree

That's what we about

Just feel the warm breeze

Living young and wild and free

album: "Only Nigga In First Class (O.N.I.F.C.)" (2012)

O.N.I.F.C. lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
God damn, I'm rich as fuck, drunk as hell
Throwin' money, pick it up, life is good, live it up
How much for that bottle? put it on my tab
Hop out like a model all them foreign tags
Get so drunk and high, I'll have to call a cab
You won't end up giving it back if you had this for one night

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ooo, we in the club goin' bizzurk
My OG sippin' on that sizzurp
I mix the OG with the pizzurp
I O.D. spilled it on my shizurt
Drinking Bombay so I'm slizzered
My diamond chain lookin' like a blizzard
So many rings, my fingers startin' to hizzurt
If you didn't know me you'd swear I had that wizzork
And I'm from Pittsburgh

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll one then I'll light it, order one and I'll buy it
If it's green then I'll try it, too drunk then I'll drive
Don't know where I'm going, all I know is I'm flyin'
And that's as real as it gets, make you feel like you the shit for one night

Work Hard, Play Hard lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

[Verse 1]
Diamonds all on my ring nigga
Gold watches, gold chain nigga
Hundred thou' on champagne nigga
Yeah my money insane nigga
Yeah I'm making it rain nigga
But I was just on the plane nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, it’s my time of year
If I'm in the club, I get a hundred stacks
I'm always rolling up so I get love for that
Them niggas stole my swag but I don't want it back
My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I'm onto that
You see it in my closet before it's on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii, now I'm goin' back
My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it's hard to think
Buy so many bottles it's gon' be hard to drink
But I'm still pourin' up and my family here and they rolling up so uh!

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
Hop your pretty ass up in this fucking car
Bitch I'm out this world, girl you know I'm a star
Used to buying rounds but now we buy the bar
Last year they had to ask now they know who we are
Boss shit, walk in the building, I own shit
You can tell by who I'm on the phone with
Yeah nigga talking about grown shit
Niggas too busy jacking my swag
Need to fuck around, get your own shit
Get your own cars, get your own clothes
Get your own smoke, get your own bitch
You ain't reppin' my gang, get your own clique

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is

[Verse 3]
Go hard
Make sure you do whatever is that you gotta do, that's your job
And niggas gon' hate but that's no prob'
So hey fuck 'em don't need nothing from 'em
Some niggas talking but the shit they claiming don't mean nothing
It's straight from Cali, that's what's in my joint that's what I'm puffin', OG
And been one since I was young enough to know that everybody was gonna know me
Most niggas don't see

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard

Telescope lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. 50 Cent)

[Intro - Wiz Khalifa]
See that’s the good thing about my hair man
All I do is put water in that shit so I pull a joint out and it don’t be all greasy and oily
Turn up

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Your flow a dime a dozen
My flow you gotta love it
My city hot as fuck and
Came from the bottom of it
But not a product of it
Bitch all my rides are custom
Smoking my ganja public
I’m all about that money
Dress like everyday sunny
Rolling weed like a Marley
Smile like everything funny
But this industry shady
Most these niggas are crazy
Most of them quick to lose they soul, no if or a maybe
These nudies what I’m wearing
The truth is what you’re hearing
The bong is what I’m clearing
The kush is overbearing
Ferrari’s what I’m steering
I’m smoking while I’m driving
Keep looking in the mirror
Make sure no ones behind us
Cause niggas get jealous when your bank start to swell up
So much that people at the bank start to tell us
You need to have somebody bank for you fellas

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at them and look at me
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at them and look at me

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I paint a perfect picture, a perfect portrait
Poverty, robbery kill or be killed psychology
I shine just me and my nine
Screw you niggas 8 o clock sharp like this Columbine
Guess I’m one of a kind
I see you niggas soft when a shell hit your face
I hit your weight, that flip your coffin
Bitch get to walkin’, this sabrina’s orphan
I’m like the virus, the 38, the pop cyrus
Warriors I’m victorious
Come out to play, I mean right away
Shirt Ferrogamo, Emporio Armani drawers
Outlaw nigga break all kind of laws
It’s hard bottom line
Tie money, frozen time
AP Royal Oak
Kush smoke bag the coke
Push the dope, cut throat, so what
I cut throat and fuck with hoes
So I ain’t gotta say it’s time to go
She already know for sure when it’s time to go

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

mixtape: "Taylor Allderdice" (2012)

Amber Ice lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

[Hook:]
Gettin' paid's just a regular thing to us
Cause if it ain't gettin' money, it's strange to us
And if you don't wanna smoke, you ain't gotta pay
Rolling up by myself trying to find a way
Floating away, floating away
Floating away, floating away

[Verse: Wiz Khalifa]
I, swear I got so high, last night I don't even remember goin to sleep
But I do know that these Louis's go in my feet
And the critics they feel how my lyrics do go over beats
Twenty-K shoppin' when dude go overseas
Smokin' weed in the most expensive suite
Even though we ain't supposed to be livin' anywhere close to these people
How they gon' hate on me, I got more bread than most of these people
Don't wish death on my enemies, I pour a toast for 'em
And keep positive energy and hella smoke for 'em
Bombay and high-grade liquor for my niggas
Never seen a ghost in person, now she ridin' in one
Never seen a ghost in person, cost me five figures
That's like fifty G's a person if you ridin' with us
To the sky's limits, Roll some weed, and get high with winners
My niggas eating when it's time for dinner

[Hook]

California lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

I’mma smoke a trippy stick on this one
OG Hash oil
It's cool

Roll a joint, roll another one
When it’s all said and done
I’ll be at the top bitch
Cause I hustle a lot
Them cars, we pulling em off the lot
Don’t even test drive it before I cop
Just bordered a yacht
Or at the craps table in Vegas
The dealer saying how he admiring my watch
I’m placing my wager
Don't even care about how much paper I blow
Cuz how to get this money and stay on
A couple things that I know
I’m blowing that stink by the O
My weed so strong I swear to god you would think it’s cologne
I go anywhere in the world and just make it my home
Staying at the highest level but I didn’t make it alone
Now that my money right them suckers keep thinking I’m wrong
But I’m just switching lanes, foot off the brake and I’m gone
If you ain’t talking money homie, you can’t get a call
Cause this a motherfuckin life that you can’t live at all
I’m getting high while I drive, I ain’t thinking of y’all

[Hook]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas..
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas..

Still rolling weed on my XXL
Only difference is that’s me on the cover
Once in a while call my little sister and tell her I love her
Cause shit can get crazy in this industry
most your friends become your enemies
That’s why I stay down with the ones that’s been with me
The niggas who started and they down to ride to the end with me
Make sure the positive energy keep flowing
All the weed keep rolling and
All of us gone get high, off the sky
We gonna keep from falling
Niggas keep hating, but baby I’mma keep ballin
A lot of y'all turn fakers you found out what I make on
Now I’m buying a steak on
Going on private island vacations
Flying on private planes
I’m cool with the pilot, he let me roll something
Put on a movie, let my girl watch it
At the dealer high looking, at Ferrari options
Just an everyday life, when you young and bossin’

[Hook]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas....
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas....

Mia Wallace lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Wake up to the cleanin' lady knockin' and shit
I close the door so I can bake up
Cause yesterday we, partied the night away, stumbled in close to four
Room full of expensive bags, still all the shit on the floor
But that's just how you live when your wife's a model
Smoke a pound soon as we touch down, do the same thing twice tomorrow
Not to mention what I spend in the club, nigga don't need a price the bottle
I promise my weed exotic, all my tree is fire, when you see me I'm just

[Hook:]
Floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Down the street, pound a beat, I smoke a pound of weed
Heard about it, don't believe, come to my house and see
I'll be high, I'll be somewhere where them ounces be
California kush, New York smokin' sour D
Detroit bubba kush, ATL is OG
Ask my nigga Berner, err'body know me
Out in Amsterdam, Wizzle smokin' overseas
I'm gon' hit this bong for anyone who smoke trees!

[Hook]

Guilty Conscience lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh
I'm higher than a plane and I don't wanna land
Every time I speak I see a hundred grand
Rollin' so much weed it's like the motherland
I ain't talkin' English, I'm talkin' rubber bands
Jacksons, Franklins, either one of them
You ain't talkin' paper, dawg, so you don't understand
Spazzin' on these niggas bitch I'm goin' ham
Taxin' all these niggas call me Uncle Sam
Rappin' got me on the beach relaxin'
Smokin' OG by the LB now the O's just filled with ashes
And niggas keep on hatin', I just roll one get my cash
And hear 'em talk bout what they gon' do
But I know that ain't gon' happen

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
When you think of a gang of real niggas spendin' money
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who came in here bought anything they wanted
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of some niggas who gon' get it how they live
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who really out here doin' it big
Then you thinkin' bout us

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I roll 'em faster than a train and I don't wanna stop
Niggas say "need a verse", they 50 grand a pop
Smokin' on the best, graded at the top
Finish up another tour and buy another watch
Fly new plane, board another yacht
Do another show, I'm out here gettin' paid
But you will never know
My cheese so long, my weed so strong, think I'mma overdose
Uhhh man I'm baggin' it, empty a bag now I'm packin' it
Try turn down but I can't get it
I'mma roll one, pass it around til everybody in the room can't finish
You a fuck nigga so you can't hit it
Ball so hard that you can't win it
So much money bank can't fit it
Had my own style til you ran wit it
OG kush I'm the man wit it

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
When you think of a gang of real niggas spendin' money
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who came in here bought anything they wanted
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of some niggas who gon' get it how they live
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who really out here doin' it big
Then you thinkin' bout us

I Love You Baby...

Mary 3x lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1:]
Like me be smoking while I'm driving
Getting higher than the Bee gees, sayin' we both just stayin' alive an' (stayin' alive an')
Watching the time go by (time go by), climbing (climbing)
Told you I did enough hash, to make a mountain (make a mountain)
And you could sit right on your ass (right on your), doubting (doubting)
While I'm somewhere rolling up grass, going up where the clouds is (clouds is)
Some niggas say they get so high that I ain't fuckin' with' em'
I say if them niggas ain't get that high then I ain't fuckin' with' em'
Doing nothing with' em, rolling up or puffin with em'
Going on the road, doing shows or getting duckies with' em' (duckies with' em')
I been smoking in my pictures since myspace
You niggas extra-curricular, bitch I fly straight

[Bridge:]
Some niggas try that shit for nothing, but I just tell em' to do what they do (do what they do)
So many niggas went down the wrong road, so homie you can too (you can too)
Just give me weed and my joint and I ain't need it for nothing homie I'm straight (homie I'm straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I'm ever going I'm not going the same way

[Hook:]
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug

[Verse 2:]
Niggas like me be smoking while I'm rappin'
And my homies smoke like I smoke so we both just make it happen (just make it happen)
Say they be smoking, they be acting
Cause you ain't yet really smoked unless you smoked one with the captain (with the captain)
High as fuck, choked up in my cabin, got some OG from a fan and it was rolled up in a napkin (in a napkin)
So we Taylored, all my niggas smoke papers, never smokin that bullshit with them fucked up names of them flavours (flavours)
I remember puttin weed in my videos, niggas thought I was insane (insane, insane)
Now every time I turn on the video, I see the exact same thing
Cause niggas ain't original, niggas ain't cool
You niggas ain't got it naw, you niggas ain't you
That shit is a problem for a nigga who can't lose
The homie I gotta ball, it's something you can't do
So suckas hate

[Bridge:]
Some niggas try that shit for nothing, but I just tell em' to do what they do (do what they do)
So many niggas went down the wrong road, so homie you can too (you can too, too, too)
Just give me weed and my joint and I ain't need it for nothing homie I'm straight (homie I'm straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I'm ever going I'm not going the same way

[Hook:]
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug

O.N.I.F.C. lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
God damn, I'm rich as fuck, drunk as hell
Throwin' money, pick it up, life is good, live it up
How much for that bottle? put it on my tab
Hop out like a model all them foreign tags
Get so drunk and high, I'll have to call a cab
You won't end up giving it back if you had this for one night

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ooo, we in the club goin' bizzurk
My OG sippin' on that sizzurp
I mix the OG with the pizzurp
I O.D. spilled it on my shizurt
Drinking Bombay so I'm slizzered
My diamond chain lookin' like a blizzard
So many rings, my fingers startin' to hizzurt
If you didn't know me you'd swear I had that wizzork
And I'm from Pittsburgh

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll one then I'll light it, order one and I'll buy it
If it's green then I'll try it, too drunk then I'll drive
Don't know where I'm going, all I know is I'm flyin'
And that's as real as it gets, make you feel like you the shit for one night

Nameless lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

Lifestyle of the rich and famous
While I'm rich and Famous
If you don't your Nameless

Yeah.... 84 that 3 in a pot
These niggas jealous I'm something they not
Its all good shit I expected that
Shit I been sleep since I lifted off where we left at
Yeah its cool to you
But its what we deserve
Needle on the track, I'm dope
You niggas got some nerv
Thats drug talk
88 volvos
Gold bbs man rip macho

Shit where I'm from even kids know da call
Hit it with some ice
Just to cool it off
I was working up on that corner like I had a job
Up in that corner serving I ain't have a prob

I still feel like I'm sleepin
With all of this happenin
Am I dreaming
But shit I'm high and I'm wide awake
And wat I want I can afford
Ain't that an escape

Life styles of the rich and famous
While I'm rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don't your nameless

Uh.... talking raw papers and long leathers
Niggah my drawer fill with couture texters
Killing these niggahs bring more stretchers
Amazed at how I'm in that new
Mason martin margela
With my team
Where my car dealer

Smoking big green I'm talking godzilla
You talking money then you sound familiar
The suite wasn't big enough fo me
I bought the villa
The whip was sick enough
I went and got the ill one
Your tree wasn't enogh good thing
I brought some killa
Bitch I'm the king and all my team
Is loyal niggas

My wifes a queen with diamond rings
And full of chinchillas
And I was raised with niggas
With get money intentions
Lot of young niggas gettin made
But I'm the realist
Give a fuck about if a niggah hatin
My dollar accumulation
My only motivation

Life styles of the rich and famous
While I'm rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don't your nameless

Life styles of the rich and famous
While I'm rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don't your nameless

Never Been Part II lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Amber Rose & Rick Ross)

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it’s a lot
Really it’s not to me, now grab some of this weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up, cause all these niggas slow
I probably won’t be up in there if I ain’t got an O
Now I got my feet up cause I’m on top and niggas hoping that I stop
But I’m just smoking, living life like in the movies that I watch
In my Jacuzzi roll another doobie
See what’s new what’s on Netflix, order another movie
See I’m smoking the best shit
Ma’fuckers ain’t balling, so they’re seeing the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I’m up next
Dawg I be going so hard, some say I’m needing some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs, it ain’t supposed to be on my chest
And niggas talk but don’t even be on them jets
Man they don’t even seeing them checks
But you can tell by how I spit it, nigga I be getting dough
Take her all the places that she never been befo’

[Hook: Amber Rose]
(Don’t give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I’ve never been, this far
And fuck that other shit that niggas talking ’bout
I’ve never been, this high

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m in my Grand Natty, smoking on that granddaddy
It got an odor like a motor running, fantastic
Never the minor things, I’m moving on to finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings, Balmain designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves, moving like the mob
I’m getting money, so maybe baby come get a job
So fuck them other bitches, we onto other business
And fuck them other niggas, we at them dollar figures
Versace chains, gold rollies, it’s same game
Racked up, shawty, Rosé bottles every day
Sipping that purple stuff, twisting the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari, this bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches, another crook in the castle
Only fuck with my niggas, pray we all living lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
I pray we all living so lavish

[Hook: Amber Rose]