Dreams lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. 24HRS)

 [24hrs:]

Lil niggas gotta sit down or get down, yeah

'24, Chevy, this shit for the big dogs

Lil dog you sit down, my dog keep big rounds

"20, I wanna lick you like you ice cream"

Fell in love with marijuana, I'm a big fiend

I took Cash under my wing 'cause my dog got potential

Bad bitch, independent, why would I control her?

Money gettin' larger and it feel I'm gettin' older

I just poured a Four in a pineapple soda

Jimmy Carter, ATL, we used to run the big door

Me and Ricky ruled back when we would do the kick doe

Boosie, that's a big dog, and I respect that

Money where my mouth at, and lately that's where my check at

My niggas never been the type to try to back down

Vibes at the crib, Dolla $ign in the background

"20 you know YG, can we go to Bompton?"

Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to somethin'

Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to somethin'

Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to somethin'

Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to somethin'

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Okay, got 'em upset

Half a hundred M's, that's in one check

If you ain't talking money, switch the subject

If you ain't talking money, switch the subject

Only rep the gang, that's one set

Knew she was a hoe, she just ain't done it yet

If you ain't talking money, switch the subject, yeah

Convertible Vette, got my name in the headrest

Put my feet up, smoking a J, let my legs rest

Shorty say I'm on her mind, headset

You and her suck me up, y'all both neck and neck

You get mad when I cuss you out in public

Could have that life, it's the hustle you in love with

Every other day, make sure the bank get deposits

All blue ragtop riding down Slauson

[24hrs & Wiz Khalifa:]

Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to somethin'

(Rose gold AP and that bitch bussin')

Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to somethin'

(Whole p of KK, just got it through customs)

Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to somethin'

(Seven hundred horses wanna race? I'ma dust 'em)

Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to somethin'

(All my lowriders sittin' up like it's doing crunches)

Drums Drums Drums lyrics - Travis Barker & Wiz Khalifa

 Yeah

Travvy, where the drums at? (Hahahaha)

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (The shade is real)

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (Drums, you seem them), uh

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (The shade is real)

Let me talk about lightin' one up

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (Drums, you seem them)

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (The shade is real)

I hop in my car

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (Drums, you seem them)

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (The shade is real)

You gon' hear sum'

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (Drums, you seem them)

Rollin' down the street in it

Pair of Chucks, got my feet in it

Whole pound, no seeds in it

Rina Khalifa goin' up with the trees in it, uh

KK got the whole place lit up

Hit the switch, make my 6'2" sit up

I know you sick, don't spit up

Tell home girl if I can't hit

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (The shade is real)

Banger

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (Drums, you seem them)

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (The shade is real)

Banger

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (Drums, you seem them)

Say she wanna ride with us, then ride with us

Say she wanna roll with us, then roll with us

(I'm comin' in on this second verse)

Say she wanna smoke with us, then smoke with us

Hahahaha

Uh, seat in the back, s'posed to be the front

Say, "It's too loud," still burnin' up

Why you all in my face? I don't give a fuck

She ridin' shotgun, tryna gimme some

Oh, there he go again

Rollin' up, puttin' ashes on the floor again

A nice day, I might roll to the store again

And let y'all see the whip, get a whiff, get a switch, get a bitch

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (The shade is real)

Banger

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (Drums, you seem them)

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (The shade is real)

Banger

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (Drums, you seem them)

Say she wanna ride with us, then ride with us

Say she wanna roll with us, then roll with us

Say she wanna smoke with us, then smoke with us

Hahahaha

I know you been hangin' and I know you been bangin'

What's that whip that you drivin'? What's that shit that you rockin'?

Yeah, I know you been hangin' and I know you been bangin'

What's that whip that you drivin'? What's that shit that you rockin'?

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (The shade is real)

Banger

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (Drums, you seem them)

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (The shade is real)

Banger

Drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums (Drums, you seem them)

Say she wanna ride with us, then ride with us

Say she wanna roll with us, then roll with us

Say she wanna smoke with us, then smoke with us

Hahahaha

Duty Calls lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 [Sledgren (Prezident Jeff) & Wiz Khalifa:]

Sledgren

(PJ)

Oh, you think you get all the girls

Think you're so cute

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, sometimes I just wanna get high

Not pick up my phone

Not be concerned with the bullshit that's goin' on

Get my paper long

Stack it all up with my bad bitch, who could clear the bong

Maybe hit the booth and make a song

Make sure my money hit the roof before I'm gone

One touch, the roof is in the trunk

No blunts, I'm only rollin' papers when I puff

The sky's the limit

It's time to get it

Multiplyin' them digits

While supplyin' that real shit

Don't get dismissed

Lil' nigga, hit this

Still do what I want

You do what you can

That's why I ride around

Feeling like the man

If you feel the same

Then you understand

They get mad but I still do what I want

Still do what I want

You do what you can

That's why I ride around

Feeling like the man

If you feel the same

Then you understand

They get mad but I still do what I want

Oh, non smokers, please leave the flight

Those not in possession of bomb weed

Are in violation of code 420

And will be removed immediately

Non compliance with the rules is not accepted

And violators will be punished

Thank you niggas

Electric Relaxation lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 (Phife Dawg Tribute)

Relax yourself girl, please settle down

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Hunny say she love herself so mesmerized

Could tell that she smoke I can see it in her eyes

Rollin up weed that's my everyday

My '69 droptop... got no ashtray

I smell a lot, but baby girl I do not play

Aiyyo, my man Phife Diggy, he got something to say

[Phife Dawg:]

I like em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian

Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation

Told you in the jam that we can get down

Now let's knock the boots like the group H-Town

You got BBD all on your bedroom wall

But I'm above the rim and this is how I ball

A gritty little something on the New York street

This is how I represent over this here beat

Talking 'bout you

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yo, I smoked you out

I let you with the bong, and blow the whole thing out

She like me cause my... from another state

Pull the kush by the pound girl it wasn't a 8th

Relax yourself girl, please settle down

Stretch out your legs, and get comfortable

Roll the Mary Jane, smell it through the wall

Careful how you smoke, it's very strong

Stronger than, stronger than cologne

Take you on the club and you buy me drinks

Now I wanna pound of kush that really stinks

Keep some marijuana and I'll be your boy

[Phife Dawg:]

Original rude boy, never am I coy

You can be a shorty in my I'll convoy

Not to come across as a thug or a hood

But hon, you got the goods, like Madelyne Woods

By the way, my name's Malik

The Five-Foot Freak

Let's say we get together by the end of the week

She simply said. No, labelled me a ho

I said, how you figure? My friends told me so

I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap

Word to God, hon, I don't get down like that

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak

Or we could roll a puff of L and I can F you to sleep

Do our own thing you'll be keeping it unique

When I get dope into your crib then we officially meet

[Phife Dawg:]

If my mom don't approve, then I'll just elope

Let me save the little man from inside the boat

Let me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a hernia

Bust off on your couch, now you got Seaman's Furniture

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Chevy Woods, Jerm, and Ricky P

And my big man Breeze

They know Khalifa man is really soul on ice

The character is of men, not a computer lie

Shorty let me tell you about my only vice

It has to do with lots of chronic and it ain't nothing nice

Relax yourself girl, please settle down

Light one out for Phife Dawg

Feeling Faded lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa & Project Pat)

 [Juicy J:]

Winners circle

We scrapin' up all this money man

The hustle continues

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

Man I'm blowing all this loud

I'll be damned to let a nigga take it

I'm a stoner wake and bake'n ain't no exit?

Plenty syrup, plenty loud, nigga you ain't heard

All this cake a nigga makin', better than desert

Keep that chopper on alert

Bombay quench my thirst

All these dead presidents I'm a need a hearse

I'm getting faded, I'm so high

Bout to spark, Captain Kirk

Wastin' weed, in my lap, tryna roll up but I swerve

You say you not sucking dick, bitch you got some nerve

Put this condom on your ear hoe fuck what you heard

I'm the shit, you just a turd, you ain't shit mark my words

Got bitches who give me brain 'til I'm a nerd

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They try to talk about me cause I'm always staying positive

Ridin' clean she wakin' up and cleanin' that's just how I live

Niggas busy stressin', I'm just smokin' weed and takin' shots

Gotta keep the proper medication cause I think a lot

Fresh out the jacuzzi smokin' doobies in my Ksubis

Face time her bring her to the trap to watch some movies

Netflix, champagne, Apple TV

Best believe its going down, you fuckin' with a, G

[Juicy J:]

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

[Project Pat:]

Scrape it up, scoop it up

We just tryna pile it up

Buying drugs where I'm from

You might get fucked like a slut

Medical cali in my lungs, hustlers hold them rollies up

Gas get in my pockets fat, stuffed like a stromboli bruh

In the club sparkles on them bottles like fourth of July

Bookin' shows all the way to Mississipi all the way to the Dubai

Rollin papers smokin' like a hippie brains in the sky

Rari light, police ask me questions know I'm a lie

Cause I'm 100 like a Calico

Cigarillo full of medical

You know wheels off the credit bro

We poppin' bottles and we stackin' dough

[Juicy J:]

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

Flamboyant lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Tuki Carter)

 [Tuki Carter:]

Look, look

I make everyday my best day, I press play

It's my prerogative like Bobby Brown from back in the day

We Taylor like the chucks from back in the day for basketball play

I'm player, I got 7 basketball booties 24 hours a day

7 is a god number, 7 means strength

But it took you 7 days to find out you weak as a bitch

I'm wide open like the open ocean, keep your mind focused

(Keep your mind focused, keep your mind focused)

I got so high one day that I thought Monday was Saturday

I'm so Taylored I talk like [?] like NFL on Sunday

My [?] infinite like [?] jump in it

Sponsored by Reebok so you know there's a bump

In it

But I'm an artist, never starving, paint to carving

[?]

I got my eyes on the prize [?] like some [?]

I'm so cool, whipping through [?]

Tuki Carter's my name brand but I ain't happened over name brands

Don't stop it, I flex it, I cop it

It's Taylor Gang over everything like '02

It's Tuki [?] I don't know you, owe you

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Pull up stoned, my niggas at the pull up zone

Pulled out the cars, niggas pull out their phones

I'm tryna hit, baby first give me dome

We make the best of our time alone

What we do next, nobody know

Get my check then I gotta go

I'm in a new city, new state

Bout my money so I can't be too late

Roll a joint, take it to the face

I'm with a chick, don't even know her race

Question my gang, I say "We going places"

Don't have to play cause they know our faces

I got credit, nigga dead that shit

And I ain't worried bout the paper cause I get that shit

And ain't no point in looking back cause I'm ahead of you pricks

I'm getting cheddar and my whips is better and my bitch a ten

You ain't throwing up the gang then we don't comprehend

If we ain't come up from the mud then you not my friend

Either you got a pound of weed or you got some gin

I get it poppin' soon as the show's over, them draws dropping

They don't got to ask around, they just know I'm hot

I'm wheeling dirt bikes or somewhere smoking pot

Tripping on how close you got and got a culture shot

Flight To China lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Toosii)

 It's that (It's that)

Damn, Pliz

There go your tag

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I made everything I'm in, it's some exclusive shit

You ain't gotta test my diamonds 'cause they too legit

I just got rid of my wallet, all I need's a safe

On my grind twenty-four seven, I don't need a break

Front yard full of cars, I don't need a whip

Eighteen hour flight to China, we can take a trip

Pouring shots of McQueen, told her take a sip

Money long, this that Bokhara scent

I might drive my '62 with the gold rims

I might put the diamonds up and bring the gold in

I remember when I had a flip cell phone

Bad bitch, thick thighs and her hair long

New vibes, let her hop in, tell her test drive

Talkin' big, I don't keep the flex light

Turks and Caicos trips, we on the next flight

Seven hundred horses runnin' red lights (Red lights)

Red lights (Red lights), red lights (Red lights)

Strippers know I'm tippin', see them red lights (Red lights)

Red lights (Red lights), red lights (Red lights)

Walk up in it, kill these niggas, that's a grave site

I made everything I'm in, it's some exclusive shit

You ain't gotta test my diamonds 'cause they too legit

I just got rid of my wallet, all I need's a safe

On my grind twenty-four seven, I don't need a break

Front yard full of cars, I don't need a whip

Eighteen hour flight to China, we can take a trip

Pouring shots of McQueen, told her take a sip

Money long, this that Bokhara scent

[Toosii:]

Steerin' wheel got a grip for drag, uh

New car, skrrt, might crash

0 to 100, go fast

Got no limit when I hit the gas

My engine go vroom, blast

When I cop don't look at the tag

Rear view, put him in the past

Switch gears like I switch my swag

Pop the trunk put the bag in it, I be lag switching when I skrrt-skrrt

840 horsepower, hit the gas, leave him in the dirt-dirt

Loyalty, love, and cars

Got a bad broad but I'm here when the bag talk

Better move off the road when we on the road 'cause we 'bout to turn you to asphalt

Yeah, my family like the mob

When I move the squad, we got a hundred-one rods

We got a hundred-one broads

Ain't in a Wraith, but we can look up at the stars

I say a prayer to God

Give Him my all, I can tell that you floss

Switch whips like I'm switching my car

Shittin' on him, I just came out a stall

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I made everything I'm in, it's some exclusive shit

You ain't gotta test my diamonds 'cause they too legit

I just got rid of my wallet, all I need's a safe

On my grind twenty-four seven, I don't need a break

Front yard full of cars, I don't need a whip

Eighteen hour flight to China, we can take a trip

Pouring shots of McQueen, told her take a sip

Money long, this that Bokhara scent

For More lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign, Raven Felix & Tuki Carter)

 [DJ Motor Mane:]

We ain't never gon' fall off

We always stand tall in this thing

It's the only way we know, it's go hard, you feel me

Ayo Cap, what up, Ty what up

Raven I see you, Tuki, holla at em man let em know how we do

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Been through so much, feel like I been here before

And I ain't never gave up once, I'll always be back for more

And I done learned so much in the game

Made it so far but I'll never change

Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I'll be back for more

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Told her baby that I'll be back for more

If the head good you know that I'll be back for sure

You and I we been through the most

But you never gave up on me

You stayed by my side, you my ride or die girl

I gave you the keys to the Porsche, gave you the keys to the house

Introduced you to moms, girl

You should have my babies

We should start an empire, we can cuddle by the fire

Dolla getting money now, gotta get money now

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

And Dolla never falling off

Dolla still rep the Gang

Dolla never change up

Woah

And Dolla never falling off

Dolla still rep the Gang

Dolla never change up

Woah

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Been through so much, feel like I been here before

And I ain't never gave up once, I'll always be back for more

And I done learned so much in the game

Made it so far but I'll never change

Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I'll be back for more

[Raven Felix:]

I started young, I saw a lot

Never questioned if I wanted this bad enough or not

Coming up I never thought about the top

Now I'm getting closer to it every song I drop

Bumps in the road, still moving

I was taught to keep it pushing till you get through it

Quitting's not an option, what's a boss to a queen

Nah, more like what's a queen to a goddess

That's always been my mind state, got a taste

Now there ain't no going back to the ways when we was unpaid

Unemployed, I never had no other choice

Had responsibilities that I couldn't avoid

I, never imagined that it could happen this fast

Came in the game just turning nothing into something now we counting this cash

And I know the higher up that you get means its harder when you fall down

So we gotta stay up, stay up, we about to have it all now

Got me feeling like I

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Been through so much, feel like I been here before

And I ain't never gave up once, I'll always be back for more

And I done learned so much in the game

Made it so far but I'll never change

Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I'll be back for more

[Tuki Carter:]

I wake up on that get I, I push myself to get it

I make that product pack it up and seal it

Pump that volume if you with it

Draw it up and frame it, display it seal it

Stack some bread, [?] Action Jackson got it made like special ed

Some sexting got you vexing, so mad you sent a text

She sent a screenshot back like this nigga losing his mac

Dang, intimidated by money reiterate that he funny

You silly slacker I'm Taylor'd, I milly rock in some gators

I'm ice cold, chilly pimping don't like hoes

A-Town stomping, itty bitty thick, booty bumping, shut up and say something

Make something, instead of hating on creative ways that make haters say negative bullshit

Most because they lost they woman to real niggas

So keep ya hustle on hustle, get the M's up don't struggle

I'm M&M'ing these suckers, you threw back candy in clusters

We move by state to state in these busses, to make our way on these fuckers

You charge the game up while they charge the lame up

Never put yourself down on the same ground that you would walk on

You diss that bitch you get your money and you walk along

You walk along, yea

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Been through so much, feel like I been here before

And I ain't never gave up once, I'll always be back for more

And I done learned so much in the game

Made it so far but I'll never change

Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I'll be back for more

Freaky Before lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Juicy J, Cash Out and Project Pat)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Calling up, wanna know exactly what's going on

Work all night, fall through the trap in the early morn'

She don't waste any time she getting what she want

Don't hesitate, baby relax your mind hit this KK and elevate

Kicking it with some real niggas nothing like them clones

Should be soaking up all this swag instead they going through your phone

Girl, Instagram ain't got that many likes

First she ain't smoke when I approached her now she rolling them right

And holding 'em tight, going all night, you know I'm the type

I lower the lights, and

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

[Juicy J:]

Boo you nasty throw your legs up, I'm in my zone

Take off your dress take off your bra I'm tryna make you moan

Make yo ankles touch, my thumb in yo' pussy

Caressing your butt and tell you, how much I wanna fuck

But I like watching you, freak me before I hit that ass

Oh you, wanna share me tonight, then call your friend from Georgia Tech

Cause I enjoy her neck, and I enjoy your breasts

And y'all can fuck me first and eat each other next

I'm so blessed, I'll enjoy the show

Weed smoke, camera open on my iPhone

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

[Project Pat:]

Project Pat-uh, touch them toes-ayes, my lil bros-ayes [?]

Them tats, on that soft pretty skin, and a wet, pussy

I must say, make me wanna murder seen that kitty with it

Promethazine sucking titties, on her mouth I show no pity

Head fire, got them toes curled up like nappy hair

Polo is my underwear she open them legs what's up in thur

I'm going in and out and in and out

I'm trying to keep my [?]

She freaky as she need to be, showing that she fuck with me

She always sucking me

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

From The Jump lyrics - Jay Worthy, Wiz Khalifa & OhGeesy

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

From the jump...

From the jump...

(Carter coming through bitch)

[Jay Worthy:]

Yeah I'm active

Yeah bitch I'm still active

I'm really like that blood them niggas just actin' (actors)

Still eatin' off Aktive

Frontline with the homies chop make him do a backflip

Brackin'

Peles bang with a passion

Put on for the section nella west to the Athens

Dancing, yeah bitch I'm just handsome

Knocking' youngs on the blade yeah my nana first grandson

Pressure, press niggas like Teslas

Off a Euro out in Europe I be thizzin' on a Vespa

Pressure, I don't fold under pressure

That nigga started singing when he faced a life sentence

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Been that nigga from the jump

Been that nigga from the jump

Been that nigga from the jump

I get anything I want

Been that nigga from the jump

Been that nigga from the jump

I ain't never been a punk

Been that nigga from the jump

Been that nigga from the jump

And I never switch up

Been that nigga from the jump

Been that nigga from the jump ooh

[OhGeesy:]

Poured it up in a Sprite or a dirty Fanta

Got a brand new chop and the clip bananas

My nigga Jay whoopin' got a red bandana

She put it right on my lap like I'm fuckin' Santa

And my wrist so pissed like a temper tantrum

Fuck this bad lil bitch said she from Atlanta

Baby boy named Juelz like he Santana

If its wock or its tech no it don't matter

If its red or its purp nigga I don't care

If its real or it's fake bae I don't care

Watch me hit from like back while I'm pullin' hair

I can see me up inside you just like a mirror aye

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Been that nigga from the jump

Been that nigga from the jump

Been that nigga from the jump

I get anything I want

Been that nigga from the jump

Been that nigga from the jump

I ain't never been a punk

Been that nigga from the jump

Been that nigga from the jump

And I never switch up

Been that nigga from the jump

Been that nigga from the jump ooh

From the jump

From the jump ooh

From the jump

Gang Gang lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods & Casey Veggies)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Gang, gang, gang, gang (Yeah)

Gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang-Gang-Gang, Gang)

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Chevy Woods:]

I'm rollin' up that motivation, they don't ever give me no credit

No alerts turned on my phone so I ain't get your message

These women all in they feelings over call-backs and all that

Man, tell these hoes that I'm big time and I'm Mannie Fresh, how you love that?

That bank card like uh, rich nigga, no limit

Top off when it pop off, with her head down, how I'm livin'?

Bitch, stay out your feelings, keep it G and get rich

She came over, that's game over, she here talkin' with Richard

I told lite(?) that it's go time, if she 'bout that then it's lit

Cap' just called me on FaceTime while smokin' joints with your bitch

And that's G-A-N-G, gotta say it two times

Twenty cents on me, in the party, I got two dimes, for sure

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Gang, gang, gang, gang (Yeah)

Gang, gang, gang, gang

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Gang, gang, gang, gang (Yeah)

Gang, gang, gang, gang (Yeah, oh man)

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Casey Veggies:]

All these hoes in my phone

They be out to get me, swear I ain't really doin' nothing wrong

I been goin' so damn hard and I ain't seen it in so long

My legs tired from runnin' game but I thank God, I'm strong

Every day I gotta fight cause I'm puttin' on for my fam

Hundred mill all in my will was always in the plan

Hell yeah, that come with it, I sacrifice for the game

Baby girl, she layed up, I'm countin' dough with my gang

Wizzle man stay gettin' high, Young Veggies doin' the same thing

I ain't sayin' no names, all I know is go bang

All these hoes is insane but all my bitches go ham

Fit them girls in the van, Young Veggies the man

For like ten years, I'm still ridin' round with my

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

I got all these niggas screamin' gang, gang

I got all these niggas screamin' gang, gang

Tell me why these niggas screamin' gang, gang

I'm the one that got you screamin' gang, gang

Pop it, please, rollin' lots of trees

You ain't coppin' these, mommy, these is St. Laurent jeans

Now go and top me

I get pussy cause I'm poppin', car pull up, I drop it

If it's money then we talk it, if it's not, you need to stop it

Got a girl but I need options, you like one, take your pick

Love some black girls but this white one lookin' thick

IG, takin' flicks, she TD, takin' dick

Khalifa Man, take your bitch

One rule, make me rich

Gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang-Gang)

Gang, gang, gang, gang

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Gang Up lyrics - Young Thug, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa & PnB Rock

 (from "The Fate Of The Furious" soundtrack)

[PnB Rock:]

Oh yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[2 Chainz:]

2 Chainz (Yeah)

I'm a villainous winner

With precision, I'm killing

Represent the religion

Ended up independent

Took my car to the clinic

Let 'em check all the vitals

Middle finger to rivals

Michael Jackson, my idol

Still ducked in a pie hole

Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo

I still got me a Carlo

Still got money, Carlo

Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlor

Call my rollie a Ralo

Call my AP a app

I ain't talking seat-belts when I say that I'm strapped

I'm in love with my side hoe

I sneak up through the side door

I'm a show you what we ride for

I'm a show you what we die for

[PnB Rock:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[Young Thug:]

I'm in my same lane, lane that ain't gon' ever change up

I blow the brain out the range like a tasandra

Here's R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up

We had you main on us, no we got stains on us

And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin' (What we gotta do?)

Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western

Yeah, just say so, money your best friend

Then that fast and furious started nesting

Say I'm bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)

Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are

Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke

He know that Instagram shit, are you gon' post that

[PnB Rock:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah, I'm always with my gang

We always ready to ride 'case for the squad, we'll do anything

Stay down, we'll never change

We always gon' stay the same

Put you in check, when you outta place

I try to tell 'em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang

We do what we gotta do and don't complain-plain-plain

I'm on the road, I'm probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane

Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang

I got the world on my back

I put your girl on her back

I did it all on my own

Now there ain't no turning back

And my whole squad got my back

And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said "Facts"

Gang, gang, gang

[PnB Rock:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

Get It On Your Own lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Now you ain't gon' get it to it if you don't let yourself

And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself

Don't let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself

Weigh your options, you ain't gotta wait for nobody else

And you can't check me unless you check yourself

And you can't help me unless you help yourself

Don't let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself

Weigh your options, you ain't gotta wait for nobody else

Uh, I got a lot of live for

Weed, I got a lot to give

I'm tryna find a spot to get and dodging these cops that be trying to watch the kid

It all depends on what the options is

I stay positive but still focused on haters because they all plotting

Ain't trying to say it but they all watching

And I know that I'm they favourite

But I wouldn't be here if I was faking

Fuck all the money they say they making

Don't hit my line if you ain't changing things

Know about the bullshit the paper bringing

In the presence of people I plan on being like

Ain't fucking with you cause we don't think alike, uh

Now you ain't gon' get it to it if you don't let yourself

And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself

Don't let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself

Weigh your options, you ain't gotta wait for nobody else

And you can't check me unless you check yourself

And you can't help me unless you help yourself

Don't let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself

Weigh your options, you ain't gotta wait for nobody else

Been around the world and yeah-yeah-yeah

Been rollin' KK, gettin' everybody high

Smokin' in places I ain't even supposed to but they'll never track

Getting bitches naked like Mardi Gras

We already fried when we walk in the party

That's when the conversation starts

Them cameras all in our faces

We don't care 'bout what they say

Get money, three different places at the same time

Pull up, hop out, no shirt on and skip the line

Niggas, you really be sick of lying

Booking me all these shows like I ain't really sick of flying

All I know is the grind

Rolling the biggest joints, never show up on time

Shorty, we smoke like it ain't a crime

Taylor Gang or you dying

Now you ain't gon' get it to it if you don't let yourself

And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself

Don't let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself

Weigh your options, you ain't gotta wait for nobody else

And you can't check me unless you check yourself

And you can't help me unless you help yourself

Don't let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself

Weigh your options, you ain't gotta wait for nobody else

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

 [Wiz Khalifa & Problem:]

Up in this bitch and we all faded

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

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

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

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

We got

[Wiz Khalifa:]

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

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

When I tell you if you came with your bitch

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

Let's start from the beginning

With a young nigga from the 'Burgh

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

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

High off a medicine

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

Ball so fuckin' hard I need a letterman

Know a couple niggas that I'm better than

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

Taylor Gang on top, just remember that I said it

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

[Wiz Khalifa & Problem:]

Up in this bitch and we all faded

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

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

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

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

We got!

[Problem:]

Baby it's fuck day, who wanna bang?

Even though I had some, right 'fore I came

It's lit though!

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

Got at least 3 zips rolled, all ready

Wiz brought another jar with him

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

'Round 6 a.m once I hit my DM

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

Money stacks stack high, bruh this don't bend

What's up with your friend? Biatch!

Ho, yeah-yeah-yeah

Feeling like Mitch when the light hit him

Married to the money, let the rice hit him

[Wiz Khalifa & Problem:]

Up in this bitch and we all faded

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

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

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

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

We got!

Give Up The Funk (Tear The Roof Off The Sucker) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 (originally by Parliament)

(from "Spinning Gold" soundtrack)

Tear the roof off, we're gonna tear the roof off the mothersucker

Tear the roof off the sucker

Tear the roof off, we're gonna tear the roof off the mothersucker

Tear the roof off the sucker

Tear the roof off, we're gonna tear the roof off the mothersucker

Tear the roof off the sucker

Tear the roof off, we're gonna tear the roof off the mothersucker

Tear the roof off the sucker

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down

There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down

There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk

We gotta have that funk

La la la la la

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, owww!

La la la la la

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, owww!

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down

There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down

There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk

We gotta have that funk

La la la la la

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, owww!

La la la la la

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, owww!

We're gonna turn this mother out

We're gonna turn this mother out

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down

There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down

There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down

There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down

There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk (we're gonna turn this mother out)

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (we're gonna turn this mother out)

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk (we're gonna turn this mother out)

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (we're gonna turn this mother out)

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)

We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)

We gotta have that funk

We want the funk

Give up the funk

We need the funk

We gotta have that funk

We want the funk

Give up the funk

We need the funk

We gotta have that funk

We want the funk

Give up the funk

We need the funk

We gotta have that funk

La la la la la

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, owww!

La la la la la

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, owww!

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down

There's a whole lot of rhythm going down

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down

There's a whole lot of rhythm going down

Ow, we want the funk

Give up the funk

Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)

Go Hard Or Go Home lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Iggy Azalea)

 (from "Fuirious 7" soundtrack)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I feel like the sky is falling down

Ain't nobody here to play around

Push it to the edge, I won't back down

Cause it's time to go hard or go home

One way up, no way out

I give it all, all for the family

We stay up, no bail outs

Give it all, all for the family (family, family, fa-fa-family)

Five, four, three, two, I got one shot

You lose the love and respect, that's where the trust stop

New work, top drop

I roll up every fifteen minutes like a bus stop

And you can smell just how I'm smokin' when I burn out

And you can catch me ridin' dirty, but my car not

It's love and loyalty until my heart lock

Never turn your back, won't know how it turned out

I said it once, I'll do it again

I'm playin' the game, I do it to win

With you and your friend, that's thick and thin

That's me and my team, you know we gon' win

You know we gon' ball, you know we gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off

You know we gon' stick to the course, we ain't thinkin' 'bout y'all

I feel like the sky is falling down

Ain't nobody here to play around

Push it to the edge, I won't back down

Cause it's time to go hard or go home

One way up, no way out

I give it all, all for the family

We stay up, no bail outs

Give it all, all for the family

E-e-ey, e-e-ey, e-e-ey for the family

E-e-ey, e-e-ey, e-e-ey all for the family (family, family, fa-fa-family)

[Iggy Azalea:]

M-O-N-E-Y, what I go hard for

Swingin' on the green like I'm tryna get a par four

You ain't sittin' at my table, hope you starve

Ho, don't be pushin' my buttons 'less you startin' up my car

Pressure make a diamond, that pressure made me a star

Got a method to my madness, to bring me down by the bar

People always askin' me how I got this far

My response is just to keep it honest and be who you are

Now they call me Mrs. Money like I'm married to the moolah

Just to measure my success I need at least a hundred rulers

Glory, hallelujah, I'mma take that ass to church

I'mma finish like I started, Iggy still got that work

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I feel like the sky is falling down

Ain't nobody here to play around

Push it to the edge, I won't back down

Cause it's time to go hard or go home

One way up, no way out

I give it all, all for the family

We stay up, no bail outs

Give it all, all for the family

E-e-ey, e-e-ey, e-e-ey for the family

E-e-ey, e-e-ey, e-e-ey all for the family (family, family, fa-fa-family)

I feel like the sky is falling down

Ain't nobody here to play around

Push it to the edge, I won't back down

Cause it's time to go hard or go home

One way up, no way out

I give it all, all for the family

We stay up, no bail outs

Give it all, all for the family

E-e-ey, e-e-ey, e-e-ey for the family

E-e-ey, e-e-ey, e-e-ey all for the family (family, family, fa-fa-family)

Go Hard Or Go Home (Part 2) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Trey Songz, French Montana & Ty Dolla $ign)

 (from "Furious 7" soundtrack)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I feel like the sky is falling down

Ain't nobody here to play around

Push it to the edge I won't back down

Cause it's time to go hard or go home

One way up, no way out

I give it all, all for the family

We stay up, no bail outs

Give it all, all for the family

Family, family, family

[French Montana:]

You know what it is when you hear haaan

Started from the the bottom with a dream

Started with a thought, now I got a whole team

All we had was hope now you see the whole team hot

Pull up in a boat, feel that rolls peel out

Montana, I'm I that third lane

First of the third man, stunt like Birdman

Pull up the Herman

The man that go up to two strippers naked

Getting turnt up like new year in Vegas

Your fourteen days, two weeks

I flew fourteen planes in two weeks

All white wraith looking like a tank

Got the whole team with me and we coming for the paint

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I feel like the sky is falling down

Ain't nobody here to play around

Push it to the edge I won't back down

Cause it's time to go hard or go home

One way up, no way out

I give it all, all for the family

We stay up, no bail outs

Give it all, all for the family

Family, family, family

[Trey Songz:]

That blood just make us relate

I know you got some girls that can't behave

We hate who? That I can't relate to

But my one family got me made to

They say when you getting all this money it can change you

But when you be getting all this money can they blame you

Nothing ever changed you, I would stay the same you

Change is the only thing that will never change

Don't nobody know how to roll it down like Jermain do

Judge took my dog out the pound told him thank you

I done gave cars to my partners, watches

Chicks dig the whip when I dip through the projects

Hanging out the side, giving money from my ride

Aye boy, your fingers dirty, don't you be touching all inside

You know I'm from around the way, tell your momma I said hi

Chase your dreams until you die, never slack up on your grind

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I feel like the sky is falling down

Ain't nobody here to play around

Push it to the edge I won't back down

Cause it's time to go hard or go home

One way up, no way out

I give it all, all for the family

We stay up, no bail outs

Give it all, all for the family

Family, family, family

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Do it for the family

Going many in the whip that's insanity

When I'm hydro planing, no gravity

Doing donuts in the street like I'm Krispy Kremes

Swerving

Dipping through the city with my top off, showing titties

All my thugs with me, niggas with me

All my niggas got [?], Lamborghini ghost

Hundreds racks on the set, we race, you gonna lose

Do it for the squad, I'mma do my job

Going straight to the top

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I feel like the sky is falling down

Ain't nobody here to play around

Push it to the edge I won't back down

Cause it's time to go hard or go home

One way up, no way out

I give it all, all for the family

We stay up, no bail outs

Give it all, all for the family

Family, family, family

Good For Us lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 I love rapping in New York

KK and dirty lemonade

And I just checked the charts too

I'm still #1 (hahaha)

Uh

Wake up wake up

Bake up bake up

Money comin'

She lookin' good

With no make up

Pull up pull up

Full of that Kush

I wish you would

My neck of the woods

Is misunderstood

No pain no gain

I play the game

Got cars got fame

Got on these chains

I stayed the same

When she come over I need more brain

And we get stoned and we gon' ball a high scorin' game

Them niggas cool, they ain't right tho

I have you somewhere by the pool gettin' right

Leavin' school takin' flights

Sayin' you would, would you might tho

Stop fuckin' with the nigga that you with

It's Taylor Gang life

You be pourin' out champagne, spillin' it up

Puttin' money in the safe, would be fillin' it up

Got the number one record and I'm still in the cut

It's the Gang baby, ain't nobody realer

Roll the next one bigger

[Marvin Gaye:]

And when I get that feeling

I want Sexual Healing

Sexual Healing, oh baby

And when I get that feeling

I want Sexual Healing

Sexual Healing, oh baby

Oh, baby now let's get down tonight

Let's light a joint

Drink some mushroom tea

Have a conversation

I wanna take you around the world

I wanna show you some things

I wanna get away from all that shit

Just leave it all

If you smoke a little bit of weed

I'll some a little bit with you

Yeah

Taylor Gang

We ain't going no where

We just gettin' higher

Tryin' to do things

Got Me Some More lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Young Chop on the beat

Uhh

Where you going? What you doin'? (This type of shit)

They hating on it, but you keep it moving

Got money, then I got me some more (You could just spin it all the time)

Got money, then I got me some more

Hundred bottles that's nothin'

I be out Greystone and I'm stuntin'

I be up standing on the couch bottle in my mouth

Pourin' champagne and spitting champagne out

Just cause I came up from not havin' shit

Made a couple mill off this rapping shit

Smoking papers ya'll smoking backwoods

Hustle smart, while ya'll hustle backwards

Niggas gettin' lost in the game

Me, I'm all getting sorts of change

Niggas tryna cross in my lane

I'm thinking that it's awesome, fixing up a cone

Porsche getting washed in the rain

Rolex watches, diamonds in my chain, damn look at all them rings

Don't know what to call it, smoke like a rasta

Drink like an alcoholic, like I just came back from college

Take another shot I'm balling, KK cones up in my wallet

Came here and turnt up, Now your hoes wanna' go with us

At the crib with my niggas

They ain't acting like they your bitches no more

Where you going? What you doin'?

They hating on it, but you keep it moving

Got money, then I got me some more

Got money, then I got me some more

Keep that KK, and it's rolled up

Got that Bombay, now we slowed up

Got money, then I got me some more

Got money, then I got me some more

When I started this ain't have all of this

Now I came up what chu' calling it?

Couple millionaires on my calling list

Need it Hookah's niggas yes men

Scared to tell the truth cause

Now these old heads think they the new us

Got a bitch so thick call her two cups

And my chain so cold got the roof up

I only been here for three years and made more than you in ten

Told my niggas we started broke and never going there again (thank god amen)

Them niggas hating but they know we don't stop

Now I'm flying out to different places

Talking shit

Demonstrating shit that makes us rich and famous

Money conversations

Obligations, not about a dollar is a foreign language

Now I got everything

A better car, a better team and I ain't worried about niggas

Where you going? What you doin'?

They hating on it, but you keep it moving

Got money, then I got me some more

Got money, then I got me some more

Keep that KK, and it's rolled up

Got that Bombay, now we slowed up

Got money, then I got me some more

Got money, then I got me some more

Got money, then I got me

If it's 'bout money, it's 'bout me

Made my way up in the game

When they doubted me, oh

Got money, then I got me some more

Got money, then I got me some more

Got money, then I got me

If it's bout money, it's bout me

If you rolling up, ain't no getting high

Without me, no

Got money, then I got me some more (Oh)

Got money, then I got me some more (Yeah, yeah)

Where you going? What you doin'?

They hating on it, but you keep it moving

Got money, then I got me some more

Got money, then I got me some more

Keep that KK, and it's rolled up

Got that Bombay, now we slowed up

Got money, then I got me some more

Got money, then I got me some more

Gucci Ashtray lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Riding and smoking

Lotta Kush joints in my ashtray

Missed calls, I'm ignoring it

Now anything we want, we can afford it

Damn

I ain't even trynna'

Be the kinda

Nigga that'll leave behind a

Bad name

Never smoking on a bad strain

That was back in the day though

Now my nigga's getting paid

Ain't no bitches in the way

All my dollars getting counted and they in the bank

And my son is living straight

I ain't gotta entertain

I just gotta demonstrate

How to get this cake

While I'm rolling up another one

Watching for them undercovers

Lost a lil' piece of my heart when I lost my older brother

Gotta take care of my mother

Gotta show these niggas that my father's son ain't the one to fuck with

Taking chances and loving it

All the niggas that I started with, that's the ones I'm running with

It's Taylor Gang, nigga, fuck a bitch

Shit is real

Riding and smoking

Lotta Kush joints in my ashtray

Missed calls, I'm ignoring it

Now anything we want, we can afford it

[Chevy Woods:]

KD over Bron Bron

Mitchell and Ness with the long john

You're bitch be cheering she loves pom pom's

When it get cold we switch __cpLocations girl I'm long gone

I told her "Meet me at the venue"

She want the best but she can't read the menu, damn

She said she love Pharrell

But couldn't name one song I'm like what the hell

Last night we recorded it

She send a text the next day like I want more of it

I had to tell her, slow down, love

Gotta know what you doing when you go down love

Fo sho

350 for the Wagu Plate

200 on the dash, she don't want that race

Freeway joint smoking, girl, I'm on my way

Old-school, on that Marvin Gaye

You know I'm

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Riding and smoking

Lotta Kush joints in my ashtray

Missed calls, I'm ignoring it

Now anything we want, we can afford it

[Izabela:]

Caraca neguin, cade o dinheiro que tu me deve?

Tu acha que esqueci?

Faz 2 meses já

Acho que tu quer que eu mande o zoião ae pra eu te acertar

To cansada de esperar neguin

Te cuida

Hardly Ever Home lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Whip game is nothing, step in plains, I'm stunting

Rolli on my wrist, cause my kick game disgusting

Always with a chick that like to give brain in public

All about my chips, I ain't with your discussion

Catch me on the road, with my get change production

Weed in my lungs, roll a big j and puff it

Legend in the game, I'm like Big, Jay and Puffy

Doing big things, but I got bigger things coming

Gotta have patience though, you don't get things by rushing

Pocket full of doe, on a big plain to Russia

Young Khalifa, show me any big name, I'll crush it

Got it on a plane, plus we get things through customs

Riding in my ride, let the top down, she love it

Money on my mind, on my mind nothing but ducats

MVP, put me in with the buckets

TGOD, nothing above it, Gang

I ain't gotta say "I'm back", homie

Don't gotta write it for you to know it's a rap, homie

Them niggas perform, my niggas down to clap, homie

All I got is real friends, no rap homies

No latch on me, broke the mold

No match for me, I'm in my prime, most these cats 40

That ain't no disrespect, shout out them niggas that

Paved the way for us to get rich off the internet

And I put on, so all my niggas can benefit

And got problems for anybody who interject

Catch them off guard with my intellect

Get her home, get her wet, give me dome, give me neck

And I'm the hardest thing to clone

She don't answer when you call, we was probably getting stoned

And she hardly hit my phone

Always creeping with your girl, that's why she hardly ever home

Gang

Have Fun lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

 (Jerm on the boards)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I ain't Cupid, I know you love hard days

I know you love gettin' yo' way, you're used to it

I ain't playin', 'cause games are for kids

Ya body's such a gift, your vibes one in a million

Now the sun's risin', now we in private

No stressin', just chill

Say you ain't drivin', stay, you invited

No fake shit, I'm for real

No I ain't like them other ones, we could just have fun

Just have fun, just have fun

No I ain't like them other ones, we could just have fun

Just have fun, just have fun, just have fun

[Chevy Woods:]

Uh, ha, yeah

Her boyfriend wanna be, but he not like us

That cash money takin' over, she gon' back that up

Ain't gotta pay for it

She wanna flight, she can't wait for it

She speedin' to it like a race for it

I told her "Baby, pull up right now

And wherever you want, I'll take you down

Just don't tell ya nigga cause he a clown

Look, I got a spot we could meet downtown"

And that's a quick play

Been on vacation for six days

Six four in a six tray

Six fives, what the lick say?

We took chances to get paid

We hit the club and the scene changed

I got the call, I was ready to ball like draft day

Met her on the north, hand to hand in the hallway

Said she like Chardonnay and music by Sade

Got the money as a Peewee and now it's the Longway

Yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]

No I ain't like them other ones, we could just have fun

Just have fun, just have fun

No I ain't like them other ones, we could just have fun

Just have fun, just have fun, just have fun

Hella O's (Freestyle) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Hello, how are you?

It's so typical of me to talk about myself, I'm sorry

Roll one up and let's get high

I am tryin' to get fried

I bought some weed and you can smoke

You trying get high and I'm tryna toke

Hit this weed once don't you choke, oh oh oh

I got a grinder, I got a bong

I got some weed so let's make a song

I got some munchies, we all get along, uh uh uh

I smoke weed ain't nothing wrong

My money good and my money long

My bitch bad and my kush strong, uh uh uh uh uh

I be right I don't be wrong

I smoke weed all day long

Wake up too and go to sleep with that

Pack

Hunnid Bands lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Yeah, hunnid bands hunnid bands

I keep it a hunnid bands

Hunnid bands hunnid bands

Book me that's a hunnid bands

My whip cost a hunnid bands

My new wrist's a hunnid bands

Try me, that's a hunnid bands

One night, that's a hunnid bands

Hunnid bands hunnid bands

I keep it a hunnid bands

Hunnid bands hunnid bands

Book me that's a hunnid bands

My whip cost a hunnid bands

My new wrist's a hunnid bands

Try me, that's a hunnid bands

One night, that's a hunnid bands

Left wrist, right wrist, workin' like I got a pan

Chain lit, charm lit, so bright you might get a tan

Joint lit, walked in, smokin' weed because I can

Might take your bitch 'cause she said you ain't her man

Get cake all day count it up before I go

KK to the face, gotta blow a lot of smoke

Niggas might talk shit, see 'em they don't say it though

Ball shit, you a lame that's just how the game go

Hunnid bands hunnid bands

I keep it a hunnid bands

Hunnid bands hunnid bands

Book me that's a hunnid bands

My whip cost a hunnid bands

My new wrist's a hunnid bands

Try me, that's a hunnid bands

One night, that's a hunnid bands

Hunnid bands hunnid bands

I keep it a hunnid bands

Hunnid bands hunnid bands

Book me that's a hunnid bands

My whip cost a hunnid bands

My new wrist's a hunnid bands

Try me, that's a hunnid bands

One night, that's a hunnid bands

Work hard, grind hard, money keep a lot of it

Gotta keep my money up so I stay on top of it

Buy a lot of chains but I own a lot of property

Shorty give me brain, and she sucked me up properly

Hop up in the Hellcat, no it ain't no stoppin' me

Niggas say I got the game locked like monopoly

Put it in her mouth, and she do it real sloppily

Always down to give these boys the game when I'm droppin' knees

Hunnid bands hunnid bands

I keep it a hunnid bands

Hunnid bands hunnid bands

Book me that's a hunnid bands

My whip cost a hunnid bands

My new wrist's a hunnid bands

Try me, that's a hunnid bands

One night, that's a hunnid bands

Hunnid bands hunnid bands

I keep it a hunnid bands

Hunnid bands hunnid bands

Book me that's a hunnid bands

My whip cost a hunnid bands

My new wrist's a hunnid bands

Try me, that's a hunnid bands

One night, that's a hunnid bands

Hype Me Up lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Never leave the house without the pack, where my doobie at?

Take a L and try to doubleback, we ain't doin' that

Say she mine but I know it's cap, I've been through with that

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up (Hype me up)

I ain't got a gun but their hands to the ceilin'

I ain't palm readin' but I got 'em in their feelings, yeah

Ain't Vanilla Ice but I'm iced out, chillin'

Was the good guy 'til they made me the villain

Was gon' get a room but they gave me a villa

I got games sport center

Twenty bands for the dinner

Twenty dips in a Sprinter

What's a zip to a pinner?

Never been afraid to play my cards

What's a risk to winner?

Barely hang out with niggas these days

What's a lame to a real one?

Never leave the house without the pack, where my doobie at?

Take a L and try to doubleback, we ain't doin' that

Say she mine but I know it's cap, I've been through with that

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up (Hype me up)

Never turned my back on my guys when they need me

Gotta get respect for my job, it ain't easy

In a good mental state and God is the reason

This is plain jane season

Fresh up off the plane in Japan, I ain't leavin'

They say seein' is believin'

Well, here's a briefcase with a million dollars even

This all week, no days off

This hard work gon' pay off

I made myself a promise young

I would never work a day job

Put it in the safe, never know when I'm gon' need that

Came here with my gang, you don't know where your homies at

Gave you a lot of game, you don't owe me back

You say you a boss, gotta show me that

Never leave the house without the pack, where my doobie at?

Take a L and try to doubleback, we ain't doin' that

Say she mine but I know it's cap, I've been through with that

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up

Need someone to hype me up (Hype me up), hype me up (Hype me up)

I got games sport center (Sport center)

Twenty bands for the dinner (For the dinner)

Twenty dips in a Sprinter (In a Sprinter)

What's a zip to a pinner? (To a pinner)

I got games sport center (Sport center)

Twenty bands for the dinner (For the dinner)

Twenty dips in a Sprinter (In a Sprinter)

What's a zip to a pinner? (To a pinner)

I Can't Stay lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 My watch shinier than a motherfucker man

I keep all of my diamonds on

I'm expensive ass nigga

So I might as well look the part right

Plus I don't want no girl stealin' my shit

I don't be around no thieves, but bitch see this shit she might get a idea in her head

I can't stay, I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

Wakin' up early and puttin' a joint to my lips

Thinkin' about all the paper that I'm gonna get

Niggas keep hatin' but to me it do not exist

Ain't really stressin' just want to get high with my chick

Call all my homeboys and tell 'em to come to the crib

Break out the KK and roll up some joints with my niggas

Make me some music and then I go chill with my kid

Wake up tomorrow and do it all again

Money fallin' in

Said she had a good time so she call again

Next time she gon' bring all her friends

You ain't gotta bring your own girl I got enough to share

Smell it all up on your clothes

Khalifa Kush in your hair

I brought a pound to smoke

Pass it around and choke

But I can't stay for long baby I got to go

I brought a pound to smoke

Pass it around and choke

But I can't stay for long baby I got to go

I can't stay, I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

(I smell like that girl)

I gotta go

I gotta pound of KK

I got for the low

I gotta smoke

My watch got a glow

I brought your girl around she ain't wit you no moe'

I got my own papers we don't got to the stoe'

She ain't know how to roll up but now she a pro

I grab the remote

She give me some throat

Khalifa get the weed on a plane or a boat

These niggas keep swernin' in my lane but they don't

Do the shit I can get the chance and they won't

Money in my pants, leave a trail when I walk

Soon as they get the smell they can tell what I'm on

I brought a pound to smoke

Pass it around and choke

But I can't stay for long baby I got to go

I brought a pound to smoke

Pass it around and choke

But I can't stay for long baby I got to go

I can't stay, I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

Hello

What you doin'?

Nothing just got to the studio

Yeah, you was looking good as fuck last night

I'ma tryna see you, what's up?

Naw not really

Hold on let me call you right back

I can't stay, I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

I can't stay, I can't stay

I'm rollin' up, rollin' up, I gotta be on my way

Yeuhh

Kahlifa man

Kirko on the beat

You already know what it is man

Gang shit, Planes

It's never really gonna be the same man

Got control of this, holding on forever

Yeeuh

Smoke one, roll up six and smoke those with the homies man

Erin been up for six days straight man what you niggas tryna go to sleep for

We got covers on the couch out there if you tired

Stayin' here forever

I Go Hard lyrics - Ghostface Killah (with Boy Jones & Wiz Khalifa)

 (from "The Man with the Iron Fists" soundtrack)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

And they think they know you

Til one day they show you

So no matter what they say

I go hard

And they think it's over

But it's never over

Cuz soon as you think I'm down

I go hard

[Wiz Khalifa]

You done benched that bitch card

Been here before

But don't ever let them see you

On the ground

Dues what you gotta pay

And people see you gotta say

So don't ever let them see you

On the ground

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, yo, aiyo, dangerous thoughts, mind of a militia

Bottles of the 150th, poured over twisters

Broken bones, The Pillage, Staten Island's the illest

The biggest land fillers, we creep like caterpillars

Love raising, dirty guns with a few bodies

Teach niggas how to walk again, from the fucking shotty

Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation

My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation

Dust bags, spoonfuls, the sugar help the medi'

Go down smooth and steady, blowing the green deadly

Hang weed pops, isolator of hash bricks

Needle left stuck in his arm, died of a bad fix

We still rock, still dry drawers on the stove

Got bread from back in the day, it's growing some more

2Pac's back, my glock's fat

After the gun smoke, you screaming "Where my block at?"

[Chorus]

[Boy Jones]

I go hard like Listerine on bacteria

Hulk's so hard, he got the power to Avenge ya

I go hard, herbal tea, kidney cleanser

I go hard, L.A., Dwight Howard

Hoods pounding hard, too much smoke in the chimney

Fire plus iron evaporates the enemy

Jason Statham, Mechanic, all mechanically

Right about now, I can really use some Hennessey

I go hard like you never thought I could

One swing with the hammer, the nail's in the wood

My Iron Fist is so ridiculous

Forever continuous, venomous and dangerous

[Chorus]

I'll Be Good lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Less talkin', more in the bank

Bomb weed rolled now I'm pourin' the drink

I'on got to go to the store cause I'm laced

It ain't even come out but you already late

Bad bitch, nice body, cute face

Win the race, I doubt if you niggas place

I ain't get this far by mistake

What you dream of, I done already made

Need a hit, who you call for the case?

Young OG, gotta ball with the greats

'Nother tour mean larger estates

Always on go, never tried using brakes

I'm advanced, no time for the basics

Gotta take a flight on a regular basis

Bank account full of all blue faces

Nigga, just face it

I'll be good

That's right, we just throw the gang up

Y'all know we don't fuck with strangers

'Cause my niggas got drink

And my bitches keep something rolled up so

I'll be good

That's right, we just throw the gang up

Y'all know we don't fuck with strangers

'Cause my niggas got drink

And my bitches keep something rolled up so

I'll be-

Good at six joints in the morning

Shawty give me head while a nigga still yawning

200K for performing

Do this all the time and it still ain't get boring

Hear the crowd cheer when I'm scorin'

Smokin' with' Wiz, she ain't thinkin' bout her boyfriend

Sent a text, she ignorin' it

They be knockin' on the door, got her knees where the floor is

Whip foreign, quit stalling

Don't be lookin' at your friend, bitch, join in

I'ma star so we ain't recording

They up in it, get a bit distorted

Got drink, got jars we could blow

Baby, I'ma boss or don, I suppose

We go shopping in the store when it's closed

Girl, you already know that

I'll be good

That's right, we just throw the gang up

Y'all know we don't fuck with strangers

'Cause my niggas got drink

And my bitches keep something rolled up so

I'll be good

That's right, we just throw the gang up

Y'all know we don't fuck with strangers

'Cause my niggas got drink

And my bitches keep something rolled up so

I'll be-

Hahaha, ah-ha-ha, you fucking punks

You thought you had it didn't you?

You thought you fucking had it

Not this time, hahahaha, ahhh

I'll be good

I'll be good

I'll be good

I'll be good

Ima Hold You Down lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. 24hrs)

 [Intro:]

Hehe, Good one Ricky

(24hrs and you know swisher)

[24hrs (Wiz Khalifa):]

I'ma hold you down

Come through with the bag girl and I'ma hold you down

Even when you mad girl, I'ma hold you down

Wanna see you win girl, I'ma hold you down

Good friend shawty, man you know I wanna hold you

Good friends forever, girl I don't want to control you

Baby we should run away

Baby we should run away

Come through with the bag girl and I'ma hold you down

Even when you mad girl, I'ma hold you down

Wanna see you win girl, I'ma hold you down

Always be your friend girl, I'ma hold you down

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

We ain't fucking around like we did back in teh day

When you call my phone, really don't got shit to say

Cause I ain't tryna get into it with you like I used to

I try to handle situations differently than you do

You try send a message, I don't get it at all

See my new girl, tryna tell me she not the one

Baby girl you gone have to love me from a distance

I tried to teach you everything I know but you ain't listen

Riding in my whip alone thinking bout what's missing

How a nigga feeling different

A lot of shit you put me through but really I ain't tripping

That ain't nobody business even when you're in your feelings

[24hrs (Wiz Khalifa):]

I'ma hold you down

Come through with the bag girl and I'ma hold you down

Even when you mad girl, I'ma hold you down

Wanna see you win girl, I'ma hold you down

Good friend shawty, man you know I wanna hold you

Good friends forever, girl I don't want to control you

Baby we should run away

Baby we should run away

Come through with the bag girl and I'ma hold you down

Even when you mad girl, I'ma hold you down

Wanna see you win girl, I'ma hold you down

Always be your friend girl, I'ma hold you down

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

We've been doing good since we met

Girl it feels so good when we sex

Usually I move to the next

Got a few but with you it's the best

You don't care about the jewels on my neck

Give me love plus the rules you respect

Hear 'em talk, you ain't too into that

All that ass, what you doing with that?

It's true I rap and it's true that I stack

If you show me love, promise you'll get it back

You show me the real thing, you'll get it back

Show me I'm the only one, you'll get it back

Due to the fact

[24hrs (Wiz Khalifa):]

I'ma hold you down

Come through with the bag girl and I'ma hold you down

Even when you mad girl, I'ma hold you down

Wanna see you win girl, I'ma hold you down

Good friend shawty, man you know I wanna hold you

Good friends forever, girl I don't want to control you

Baby we should run away

Baby we should run away

Come through with the bag girl and I'ma hold you down

Even when you mad girl, I'ma hold you down

Wanna see you win girl, I'ma hold you down

Always be your friend girl, I'ma hold you down

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

Baby we should run away (baby we should run away)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Good friends shawty, you know I'ma hold you down

Good weed shawty, you know I'ma hold you down

Big weave shawty, you know I'ma hold you down

[?] shawty, you know I'ma hold you down

[?] shawty, you know I'ma hold you down

Good weed shawty, you know I'ma hold you down

Big chain shawty, you know I'ma hold you down

Old whip shawty, you know I'ma hold you down

Haha, what up 20?

What up TYO, Ricky P, [?], gang gang, yeah

I'ma hold you down, I'ma [?] too

In The Air lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. K-Young)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

You've been lost with them rookies

Young Khalifa on this pro shit

So sick of standin still I could get you in motion

Trips out in the sand

Rollin swishers by the ocean

Toastin, private seats on the cloud and we ghostin

Used to play the low

Now you can't help but get noticed

Startin to get approached and your

Girlfriends gettin nosey

Still you hold me down

Hold me down ain't 'fraid to show it

I know she someone I can grow with

[K-Young:]

Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know

If you really with me, if you're not then you can go

Girl I wanna know

Would you tell me a lie? No

If you ever leave my side, no

Would you play with my time? No

If you rider put em

In the air [12x]

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Tell me what's your name

Here's my number you can call me

Can't deal with a wife

But you can be my little shorty

I can be your star

We can kick it out in orbit

Or get done with this

Flip somewhere and record it

Says she got a man

But her man she gettin bored with

Love me cause I grind

She don't mind where I be tourin

Don't got lots of time, therefore

I can't be your boyfriend

I'm more than in the air, soarin

[K-Young:]

Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know

If you really with me, if you're not then you can go

Girl I wanna know

Would you tell me a lie? No

If you ever leave my side, no

Would you play with my time? No

If you rider put em

In the air [12x]

I won't be excited to sit at home

Waitin to hear the phone ringin

No, oh, oh, I won't

Even though I'm in love with you

Yes I'm in love with you

Girl I'm hopin that forever we'll be tight now

Let me put in on the table for you right now

Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know

If you really with me, if you're not then you can go

Girl I wanna know

Would you tell me a lie? No

If you ever leave my side, no

Would you play with my time? No

If you rider put em

In the air [12x]