Speed Me Up lyrics - Wiz Khalifa, Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Yachty & Sueco The Child

 (from "Sonic The Hedgehog" soundtrack)

[Nessly:]

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Left my heart and my soul, you see that I ran

Rings of gold and awards sit on my nightstand

I've got something they want, but it's mine to give (Yeah)

Free my struggles, detach me from this island (Free)

Bleed my knuckles, attack me for my finance

I'm dealing with this pain, I just can't let you come throw it away

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Wiz Khalifa (Lil Yachty):]

So I run (Yeah, yeah), keep me up

Creep on me, they speak on me

They slow down when they bring me up like (Huh)

Speed me up (Speed, yeah)

So I run (Yeah), keep me up

Creep on me, they speak on me

They slow down when they bring me up like (Yeah, huh)

Speed me up (It's Boat, speed, speed, it's Boat, yeah, ayy)

[Lil Yachty:]

Takin' off quick, too fast, on my tippy toes

Undefeated, bro, no L's, still (Go)

Takin' off quick, too fast, on my tippy toes

Undefeated, bro, no L's, still six and oh

Run around town, profound mentality

Bad young ting, six rings sittin' under me

These dudes actin' like we ain't who they wanna be

Got me tickled, tryna act so selfishly

Pocket full of green stacked up like a pot of peas

Big boy dawg, walkin' 'round with a lot of fleas

Zoom quick, go too fast (Ayy)

Every day, I gotta make it count

Every second, gotta make it last

Roll around, do the double dash

Big glow on my skin, takin' off them tints (Hey)

Lambo (Hey)

Hold up, wait, got a date

Ladies love my speed, quick to run up trees (Yeah)

Who you seen like me? Nobody (It's Boat)

Stayin' in my lane, best friend named Tails

Balance runnin' on rails, I can never fail

[Wiz Khalifa:]

So I run (Yeah), keep me up

Creep on me, they speak on me

They slow down when they bring me up like (Huh)

Speed me up (Speed, yeah)

So I run (Yeah), keep me up

Creep on me, they speak on me

They slow down when they bring me up like (Huh)

Speed me up (Speed, speed, yeah, ayy)

[Ty Dolla $ign (Wiz Khalifa):]

Speed me up, ayy, speed me up

Don't turn down the bass, someone tell the DJ leave me up

They was sleepin' on me, now they see me up, beam me up

Rings on me like LeBron, rings on me like 23

New 911, it gon' speed fast

He was talkin' down, I level up on his...

Tell lil' baby I might hit her up, 'cause she bad

Money hit my phone and now I'm runnin' to the cash, yeah, yeah

Marathon, just like Nipsey the great (Yeah)

Spin and dash to the safe, do the dash like Tay K

(I'm dealing with this pain, I just can't let you come throw it away

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Sueco The Child:]

Don't crash, really go fast

Press on the gas, four hundred my dash

Never come last

Came a long way from the back of my dad's

Since I got racks, I'ma never look back

I'm goin' fast on my way to the bank

Level up, I'm movin' up on my rank

Pedal to metal, I'm winnin' the race, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]

So I run (Yeah), keep me up

Creep on me, they speak on me

They slow down when they bring me up like (Huh)

Speed me up (Speed, yeah)

So I run (Yeah), keep me up

Creep on me, they speak on me

They slow down when they bring me up like (Huh)

Speed me up (Speed, speed, yeah)

[Nessly:]

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

Stay Stoned (Redbone Weedmix) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 You gotta smoke one of these

Yeah, you gotta light one

If you don't it's cool

But if you do

You're way cooler

Uh, Versace on my dishes

Armani on my slippers

How do we smoke all this weed

Still handle all this business

A major key to success, is watch the competition

I move as discrete as I can

Roll up without permission

Most of these niggas is hoes

Do anything for status

No real talent, just part of an Instagram challenge

Niggas is squares, a movie cast full of bad actors

Don't let the media fool you, these niggas movin backwards

I'm tryna stay as far away from lames as possible

They hardly mention my name, but

Know they watchin though

Lost my brother this year

One thing it taught me though

Is that I'm built to win no matter the obstacle

Make sure my team is in order

Still got new crops to grow

3 million on settlements

But God got me though

I learned so many new things

And got a lot to show

Now we don't go anywhere without an ounce to blow

No summer tour this year, I'm doing festivals

I took a lil time off so that my neck could grow

Still writing checks and dressing the best head to toe

What you expect in the presence of a professional?

Nothing less, we smoke the best

A new strain? I might invest

I stay stoned, I stay stoned

Cause weed is legal (weed is legal)

Let's get higher, up to the ceiling, ooh

I stay stoned, I stay stoned

Cause weed is legal (weed is legal)

Bitch don't you blow my high, ohh

Steam Room lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

 [Chevy Woods:]

Brrp

Brrp

Mr. T, gold on my body, 6 chains

Niggas tryna copy, skrt skrt, switch lanes

Bad bitch with me, she don't know you, you a lame

You ain't getting money, boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

You ain't getting money, boy, that's just loose change

Pocket full of money I don't fuck with loose change

Your bitch look like dinner she a pray food chain

Stay up out your feelings, I don't fuck with mood swings

I can save you baby look that's just the truth hey

I go hard cause I got homies in the chain gang

We trynna' get rich, we ain't trynna maintain

Buss down Audemars, the whip plain jane'

Almost broke my wrist tryna whip cocaine

Mr. T, gold on my body, 6 chains

Niggas trynna' copy, skrt skrt, switch lanes

Bad bitch with me, she don't know you, you a lame

You ain't getting money, boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

You ain't getting money, boy, that's just loose change

[Wiz Khalifa:]

My old shit your new shit

Just walked in my closet and got nauseous

Brand new designer shit so please proceed with caution

See people talking 'bout they got it

But they don't rock it how I rock it, hold on

You see these Yves Saint Laurent pieces

Chains that I got on

Rings and shit that's made for me you won't see in the store

A whole section of shit that I don't even wear no more

Smoking

Pull up in that new Celine joint

Open

[Chevy Woods:]

Mr. T, gold on my body, 6 chains

Niggas trynna' copy, skrt skrt, switch lanes

Bad bitch with me, she don't know you, you a lame

You ain't getting money, boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

You ain't getting money, boy, that's just loose change

Yeah yeah ya know what it is

We still down here at the doober station

Waiting for ya to call on up

And get your free ride and Chevy Woods poster

We love all ya

So for a limited time only

The first 50 rides come with a free Rolling Papers 2 CD and a FaceTime from your boy Wiz Khalifa

So keep calling doober and we'll keep picking y'all up high as fuck

Mr. T, gold on my body, 6 chains

Niggas tryna copy, skrt-skrt, switch lanes

Bad bitch with me, she don't know you, you a lame

You ain't getting money, boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

Boy, that's just loose change, hey

You ain't getting money, boy, that's just loose change

Stranger Things lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. JR Donato)

 Yeah, hehehe

Wake up and bake

Never hate, gotta get to this cake

I never stress but this money I stake

I brush my teeth, pray, wash my face

And thank God I stay far away from the fakes

Remember days wasn't safe

Now we got thousands tucked in the safe

Target practice case you wanna come and see

I take a look in the mirror at G in front of me

Difference between havin' dreams and bein' a wannabe

And livin' comfortably

I took my dreams and made 'em somethin'

Doesn't mean that I don't wake up with the same hunger

Another mansion for my team, couple wave runners

Couple niggas want our spot but they can't take it from us

I'm busy smoking like Jamaicans

Never worry bout you niggas

Hate, you jealous, I can see it on your face

I seen 100 dollar bills falling yesterday

I heard 'em ask who fault it is then I spoke my name

Young Khalifa man

It's like I'm talking to a stranger

A stranger, a stranger, a stranger

Now everybody getting stranger

They're stranger, they're stranger, they're stranger

I think I'm in danger, gotta wake my game up

Gotta stay the same, watching everybody change

Ah now they're getting stranger

They're stranger, they're stranger, they're stranger

I wrote my name on the clouds

Said no waiters allowed

Do anything to make my Taylors proud

I do a show, throw a J in the crowd

Some say I got they favorite style

You in the game, never make it out

I blow a pound, rollin' weed by the ounce

Them niggas talk but they can't amount

Big bands in my bank account

Seen it all, I've been here before

Calculate my moves but nah it's kinda difficult

I'm always switching up and doing shit in intervals

Now we professionals, nah we ain't letting go

Them niggas talk not what they doing but they moving slow

While I'm knee deep in the game, Mr. Doing More

This the part where the teacher becomes the student

And you start to realize I'm the youngin' you need to move with

Girls run up on me, tell me they love my music

Niggas try to be genuine I know it's bullshit

It's like I'm talking to a stranger

A stranger, a stranger, a stranger

Now everybody getting stranger

They're stranger, they're stranger, they're stranger

I think I'm in danger, gotta wake my game up

Gotta stay the same, watching everybody change

Ah now they're getting stranger

They're stranger, they're stranger, they're stranger

[JR Donato:]

They beat me up so of course they wanna ride with us

You wasn't trapping on them blocks, you wasn't outside with us

A couple .40's, you got some 9's with us

And they can't beat us so of course they wanna side with us

They say if you ain't got no haters you ain't popping

I got pussy niggas, I got bitches pocket watching

I got blue hundreds on me in LA

I come straight from Hollywood then I pull up in the projects, go

Ay sorry homie you a stranger

One off in the head if I ever feel in danger

Started at the bottom but God damn it I done came up

Trill with my niggas, they can never say I changed up

Two cups stuffed and I get it out the mud

All I see is real hate, niggas showin' fake love

Givin' fake handshakes and that come with fake hugs

But I promise I'm the same

Forever gang-gang

It's like I'm talking to a stranger

A stranger, a stranger, a stranger

Now everybody getting stranger

They're stranger, they're stranger, they're stranger

I think I'm in danger, gotta wake my game up

Gotta stay the same, watching everybody change

Ah now they're getting stranger

They're stranger, they're stranger, they're stranger

Substance (We Woke Up) lyrics - 03 Greedo & Wiz Khalifa

 [03 Greedo:]

Yeah, hey

Oh, ayy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Beat Boy taught me)

We woke up

Intoxicated, I was off of all types of drugs

I'm never sober when I'm in love

I need some type of drugs

I told that bitch, "I need substance"

She keep sendin' me subs

I told that bitch, "I need substance"

And she keep sendin' me subs

So that means I need some type of drugs

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Damn, what we on?

Takin' shots and rollin' strong

Mind your business, hide your phone

You came over, no panties on

I can take you places that you say you never been before

Be yourself, don't hide your feelings, make yourself available

Too much gin, lotta smoke

She a fan, I'm a GOAT

Smell the kush on my clothes

Like my hand 'round her throat

Both handle our business so let's get high in my Benz for sure

Blow me like a whistle, pussy talkin', I'ma listen to it

Why you got an ass like that?

Why you gotta make me spend a bag like that?

Why you blow gas like that?

Make a lil' nigga get an asthma attack

Say she love the kid, my name is tatted on her neck

Pop that pussy for a check

I had her takin' shots when

[03 Greedo:]

We woke up (Hahahahaha)

Intoxicated, off of all types of drugs (Huh)

I'm never sober each time I'm in love (It's Young Khalifa, man)

I need some type of drugs (This some cap, you wanna smoke with me)

I need some type of substance

She keep sendin' me subs

I need some type of substance

She keep sendin' me subs

So I need some type of drugs

So I hit up my plug

Wanna spend some time with a thug?

Caught her suckin' dick in the club

Type of bitch who don't give a fuck

Fallin' in love

I'm off all type of drugs, oh, oh-oh

She keep sendin' me subs

I need bread and the cheese

I'ma send her in the streets

I need plenty of fees

That's the buzzy in me

Take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy

Take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy

Take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy

I drank some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy

Take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy

Take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy

Told her take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy

Told her take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy

Baby, take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy

We woke up

Somewhere by the sea

That's the buzzy in me

Come and fly with a P, ooh

I'm a wolf you're lookin' at, ayy

Lookin' like somethin' to eat

You know I'm a creep

Iceman in my G

In the snow with some freaks

I'm snortin' blow with some geek, yeah

Sucker For Pain lyrics - Lil Wayne (with Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons) (feat. Logic, Ty Dolla $ign & X Ambassadors)

 (from "Suicide Squad" soundtrack)

I torture you

Take my hand through the flames

I torture you

I'm a slave to your games (I'm just a sucker for pain)

I wanna chain you up, I wanna tie you down

Oooohh, I'm just a sucker for pain

Dolla $ign! I'm a sucker for pain

I got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles

Pressure from the man got us all in rebellion

We gon' go to war, yeah, without failure

Do it for the fam dog, ten toes down dog

Love and the loyalty; that's what we stand for

Alienated by society

All this pressure give me anxiety

Walk slow through the fire

Like, who gon' try us?

Feeling the world go against us

So we put the world on our shoulders

I torture you

Take my hand through the flames

I torture you

I'm a slave to your games (I'm just a sucker for pain)

I wanna chain you up, I wanna tie you down

Oooohh, I'm just a sucker for pain

I been at it with my homies, it don't matter, you don't know me

I been rollin' with my team, we the illest on the scene

I been riding 'round the city with my squad

I been riding 'round the city with my, squad

We just posted, getting crazy, living like this is so amazing

Hold up, take a step back when we roll up 'cause I know what

We been loyal, we been fam, we the ones you trust in

Won't hesitate to go straight to your head like a concussion

I know I been bussin', no discussion for my family

No hesitation, through my scope I see my enemy

Like what's up? Hold up, we finna re-load up

Yes I re-load up, I know what up, I know what up

I torture you

Take my hand through the flames

I torture you

I'm a slave to your games (I'm just a sucker for pain)

I wanna chain you up, I wanna tie you down

Oooohh, I'm just a sucker for pain

Uhh, devoted to destruction

A full dosage of detrimental dysfunction

I'm dying slow but the devil tryna rush me

See, I'm a fool for pain, I'm a dummy

Might cut my head off right after I slit my throat

Tongue kiss a shark, got jealous bitches up in the boat

Eating peanut butter and jelly fishes on toast

And if I get stung, I get stoked, might choke

Like I chewed a chunk of charcoal, naked in the North Pole

That's why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul

And only Lord knows when I'm coming to the crossroads

So I don't fear shit but tomorrow

And I'm a sucker for pain, it ain't nuttin' but pain

You just fuckin' complain, you ain't tough as you claim

Just stay up in your lane, just don't fuck with Lil Wayne

I'ma jump from my plane or stand in front of a train

'Cause I'm a sucker for pain

Used to doing bad now we feel like we just now getting it

Ain't got no other way so we start it and finish it

No pain, no gain

Never stand down, made our own way

Never going slow, we pick up the pace

This is what we wanted from a young age

No emotion, that's what business is

Lord have mercy on the witnesses

I torture you

Take my hand through the flames

I torture you

I'm just a sucker for pain

More pain

Got me beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin'

For more pain

Got me beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin'

For more pain

Got me beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin'

For more pain

Got me beggin'

Take It There lyrics - Ty Dolla $ign (with Wiz Khalifa)

 [Ty Dolla $ign:]

Walked in the gym with my goon

Take a nigga bitch she gon' choose

Bombay make me act a fool

Rich nigga make you break the rules

Sport car make you drive fast

I got the digital dash

Pocket got a whole lotta cash

Little baby got a whole lotta ass

She know what I came to do though

I can stomp down on 10 toes

She woke up like (where did) all her friends go

These niggas flexing in a rental

I ain't had no condoms, still hit it though

Found a condom in my wallet too late now

I just wanted top but she got on top

Put it all in, she told me don't stop

And we gon' take it there

Take it there, take it there

We gon' take it there

Take it there, take it there

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

[Wiz Khalifa:]

10 minutes, I got 10 minutes

Fucked her in the rain and she came 'fore we finished

I ain't finished, no I ain't finished

Doing real things and her man ain't winning

Bite you on your ear, smack your ass, grab your titties

Pour another shot now we both getting litty

Brought some for the gang she want the whole damn committee

Hit it from the back she caught a whole lotta feelings

Bad bitch from Toronto

Her nigga play for the Broncos

We at my house and no one home

We about to make a porno

Hope her man don't find out

If he trip then my gangsters gon' kill one of these niggas

Gave it to me one time

Brought it back to me one more time, I'm still that nigga

Oh no

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

And we gon' take it there

Take it there, take it there

We gon' take it there

Take it there, take it there

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

[Chevy Woods:]

Tell that nigga he ain't in the picture

I just spot it, I'ma come and get ya

Girl I'm cool, I ain't fucking with ya

I'm just joking, I'm just fucking with ya

Spread your legs like the Jordan symbol

I swear to me it's okay

Tryna get you all in these positions

I know you had a long day

I hope that you ready for me

I'm texting in the hallway

Count a bag with my niggas

You gon' smash one of my niggas

I be on some other shit

Still I know you love the shit

Hit it, I just left the trap

Taylor Gang, you fuck with this

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

And we gon' take it there

Take it there, take it there

We gon' take it there

Take it there, take it there

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

I'ma take you all the way

All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

Taste Freestyle lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Fuck them corny niggas, best believe we get it poppin'

I just gotta talk, I'm clumsy so I'll probably drop it

Go figure, gettin' money so they try to stop it

I pull out a knot that's thicker than your father's wallet

Always had to work, all my nigga from the projects

Ballin', no alert, nope, we don't do no gossip

Too much for my shit, bro, I don't do no moshpits

She with me, she gettin' flipped like a fuckin' socket

Doobie in my shirt, 'nother OZ in my pants

Ice on my hands, melt it, help you water plants

Yours never dance, eyes like I'm from Japan

In my Benz, gettin' fried like I come from France

Money too wide for a rubber band

Runnin' in, tryna cure the hate that they sufferin'

From underneath the sun, tryn' catch a tan

Tour all summer, now I'm home hittin' sex again

Gettin' fresh, hundred mil, nuttin' less

Give me brain, pass the test

Smell the strain, they impressed

Ma, rest, told me "Change my address"

Always aim for the neck, if you miss, hit the chest

I'm well known for showin' them shit they didn't know

But if you Snapchatting or Instagramming, you gotta go

There ain't no one else like me that's in the game

Lightening in my chain, I'm icy as hockey games

Need a real one that don't like me 'cause of the fame

Hold my team down like a fight before the bell ring

Ain't no refund when you cop, so what you payin'?

Ain't no details for the cops so what you sayin'?

You went from food to starvation 'cause y'all hatin'

See what I got? That's all patience and God's amazing

See what I came out of dawg? That should be motivation

Now all I think about's broad chasing and car racing

Money so long, my arm shaking, the foreign banking

I'm off the shore, flow so hot, I could spar with Satan

I open doors with my voice so [?] my face is

Rollie mixed race, got a big face

Gotta get cake, brought a big plate

Prada windbreak, thought I went late

Now that Benz skate, down the interstate

How'd I get great? Not a mistake

Tequila Shots In The AM lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Yeah

And if you can't smoke weed to it, I don't wanna listen to it

(Uh) As the world keeps spinning

Keep turning these girls to women

Keep driving these cars and keep fucking these stars, I guess that's the world we live in

Young niggas with executive decisions

Turn on the TV and see us winning

They wanna be me, I just wanna be free

Never heard 'em talk cheap, fuck a bad bitch to sleep

Take Tequila shots in the AM

Give you a play by play on how to get this paper

I gettin' big, changed the gate code on my neighbours

Catching plays in the studio for days

Baby girl, come through, hook me up a plate

I've been grinding and my niggas on the same page

Walking up and gettin' to it

Trees grinded and pressed

Not a role model but I speak my mind

Doing more than what you're thinking

In the studio, blowin' O's, but our minds on the future tho'

Brainwash a couple bitches, bring 'em to the show

Take 'em to the crib, let you hit a switch, it ain't 'bout shit

Talk it up, then live it out

Smell the aroma when I park the car and get up out

And go the way you niggas drove

I get a bitch I barely know

Get her home

Don't want mamosas, she want Tequila shots in the AM

Give you a play by play on how to get this paper

I'm gettin' big, now them niggas sayin' we major

Rollin' J's on the beach, catching rays

(Hmm, yeah)

The Play lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Tell you about these Taylors

Niggas that I ride for, ugh

When I get home

Been in the jungle

Where's my bear to lick me clean?

Feed my soul milk and honey

We get it on our own

Real niggas in the struggle, you're not alone

We ain't have any major label backin'

Just me and my niggas and we made sure we was crackin'

The biggest squad get the biggest check

Ask around, we the last real niggas left

And there ain't nobody like us

Knew that we was on but the city didn't like us

Fuck your road, made our own path

Grew up low class, I ain't go to class

Front on the gang and it won't last

You get no pass, ain't no goin' back

When I get home

Been in the jungle

Where's my bear to lick me clean?

Feed my soul milk and honey

When I get home

Been in the jungle

Where's my bear to lick me clean?

Feed my soul milk and honey

You wouldn't have a clue

It's like I wouldn't have any idea what it feel like to be you

When you work hard for everything you got

They can't come take it

When you go back on sayin' you'll keep your word

You can't unbreak it

When we was in that sprinter van they couldn't see us ballin'

Perfect record, now my team is flawless

Victory nigga, promise I go hard til you sick of me

For my squad, I give all of my energy

Make it hard not to remember me

Want it all, not just a little piece

We really started from nothin'

No handouts dog, we really got it from nothin'

You niggas got it from stuntin', got it from frontin'

Light up a J, I'mma roll up an onion

When I get home

Been in the jungle

Where's my bear to lick me clean?

Feed my soul milk and honey

When I get home

Been in the jungle

Where's my bear to lick me clean?

Feed my soul milk and honey

When I get home

Been in the jungle

Where's my bear to lick me clean?

Feed my soul milk and honey

When I get home

Been in the jungle

Where's my bear to lick me clean?

Feed my soul milk and honey

Trap Phone lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Chevy Woods & Blunt Smoker)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

(I.D. Labs)

Lemme chirp these fools

Good one Richard

Pass out, he gon [?] though

Ayo man, what y'all put in this joint?

Oh this that KK?

I handle business on my trap phone, oh

If you need it then I got it for ya, oh

If you want it, it won't take long, no

My niggas always got it for you

[Chevy Woods:]

Money Making Mitch

Old beamer on your bitch

On the gang, on my name

Swear that I would never switch

Man Wizzle hit the switch

Bring your friends who you wit

Girl this outfit fire, I just bought it, we lit

Still with it, still get it for the low if niggas need it

Four bottles, four models, kick you out if you conceited

Gang gang twist my fingers

Couple pieces in the cleaners

You could keep her I don't cuff her

On my momma, fuck you thinkin'

Rubber bands in my hands tryna' throw it in the zone

All night no curfew she responded, boy I'm grown

Drop your homegirls off don't be playing, let me know

Don't hit my main line hit me on my trap phone

Thats on crip

I handle business on my trap phone, oh

If you need it then I got it for ya, oh

If you want it, it won't take long, no

My niggas always got it for you

[Bluntsmoker:]

Money got them backstrokes

Sour got my Eyes lows

Only hit my trap phone

Alright, if you need four

Kush in the raw tray

Blunts with the Bombay

Trappin out the hallway

Servin' niggas all day

Tellin' thats a no no

Stay away from po-po

Stuntin in my photos

Rockin' all this polo

Only talk to OGs, smokin' on this strong weed

My bank account is OD

Hoes stay on me

I handle business on my trap phone, oh

If you need it then I got it for ya, oh

If you want it, it won't take long, no

My niggas always got it for you

[Wiz Khalifa:]

And I'm probably fucking your bitch

Just put the '61 on pumps

Had to juice it up

Haters loosen up

We just doin' us

Four pumps, I got fluid in the trunk

Hit the corner doing three wheels

Let the right corner dump

Two licks in the back, one in the front

Plus I got that skunk rolled up, the streets showed us

How to gain control emoted, pull it out ain't a stain on it

King of Pittsburgh so I moved to California

Hit your girl now she horny

Bought the low rider, went and stored me

We ain't into fake, them niggas corny

Them cameras on so we stay performing

Just call my name when the plane boarding

Gang

The trap line is open, just chirp me

We done rolled

Uber Driver lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

What's the time zone?

I could count this money with my eyes closed

No he didn't, baby I know

Cop another ride off of my iPhone

High off marijuana but I ride low

Crocodile seats, ho don't pocket dial me

Riding down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk

Call an Uber for the night, your broad with me

KK in the jar, jugging all through the city

Let your bitch put this bape hoodie on when they get chilly

Then take it off

All this money I make and I'm going stronger

And you fake and I roll a joint and I bake it

Ain't shit a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic

Work for everything you can't take it

All we know is big money, our bitches rolling our planes with

Apple TV and Netflix hooked up playing our favorites, same shit

I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper

I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole

I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one

Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved

[Curren$y:]

Bong rips, double SSs

Oh yes it's the OG, bitch you guessed it, no question

Smith and Wesson flip, lyrical weapons finnesin'

That's how we bring them checks in

Balcony sexing, then it's on to the next one

Her best friend, rolling more blessings

Got doobies in my Louie for protection

But you still smell them

I'm too gone off this Veuve to maneuver, I might have to call a Uber

Get me through the, traffic, a lighter and a cool ass driver

So we got action, I'm not about to pass it

I got various, pick one out this batch and you can have it

I run off, fuck this meeting for an hour or so

Talking million dollars you know

I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper

I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole

I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one

Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved

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)