cheers lyrics - blackbear & Wiz Khalifa

 [blackbear:]

Cheers, here's to nothin'

Hope the tears were for somethin'

Can we drink, drink to nothing?

Can we toast to the pain?

Let's toast to the pain

Walkin' through West LA

Vivienne Westwood chain

Swinging like my mood

Sit around and watch cartoons

In the crib, sipping tea

Bad bitches on Zoom

I don't care that I'm alone, I just wanna die happy

Make a couple M's, invest it back and make it last me

I wanna see my friends and I don't wanna be depressed

Let's toast to the pain and let's toast to the stress, like

Cheers, here's to nothin'

Hope the tears were for somethin'

Can we drink, drink to nothing?

Can we toast to the pain?

Yeah, cheers, here's to nothin'

Can we drink, drink to something?

Here's the year of feeling nothing

Can we toast to the pain?

Let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Yeah, yeah, let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Let's toast to bad days

Turn the pain into champagne

Jordan Dior on lace

Can't make up my mood, switch whips like I switch my shoes

I'm sending every texts with balloons

'Cause I'm sick of being sad, I just wanna be happy

Sick of reminiscing, wanna put it all past me

I miss my friends but my friends are all depressed

Cheers, here's to nothin'

Hope the tears were for somethin'

Can we drink, drink to nothing?

Can we toast to the pain?

Yeah, cheers, here's to nothin'

Can we drink, drink to something?

Here's the year of feeling nothing

Can we toast to the pain?

Let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Yeah, yeah, let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah-yup, okay

I got a joint rolled up

Call up the gang 'cause I just pulled up

Diamonds in my chain, quit the hate, move up

Always first place, I don't hang with losers

And I done seen way too many problems, today, I just need a bottle

And a bad lil' model, she don't need no title

When I'm smokin' on loud, so is everyone around 'em

And man the checks keep comin' so my hands keep countin' like, "Damn"

Roll me somethin', I don't pass, I keep on puffin'

And them cones she keep on stuffin' every day we get high

I ain't makin' no plans, if I'm late, blame it on somethin' (Somethin')

Tell 'em don't need to wait 'cause I'm takin' all day

All work, no play, don't relate, so what?

I'm fillin' my cup, yeah-yup

[blackbear (Wiz Khalifa):]

Cheers, here's to nothin'

Hope the tears were for somethin'

Can we drink, drink to nothing?

Can we toast to the pain?

Yeah, cheers, here's to nothin'

Can we drink, drink to something?

Here's the years of feeling nothing (Yeah, yup)

Can we toast to the pain? (Uh-huh, yeah)

[blackbear:]

Let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Yeah, yeah, let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Cheers, here's to nothin'

Hope the tears were for somethin'

Can we drink, drink to nothing?

Can we toast to the pain?

Let's toast to the pain

Chicken With The Cheese lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. 24HRS & Chevy Woods)

 [24hrs:]

Hey Tronny, I heard you with Wizzle

He won't answer now

Chicken with the cheese, I could give you what you need

It's hard for you to breathe with all the kush in the air

I am not a dud, I swear that I was not aware

And apparently you only want the things that cost me money

Bobby Shmurda shmoney, I be gettin' money

Cartier protect my face every time that it get sunny

RIP to Camouflage, when I think about Savannah

It's middle fingers up every time that my niggas see the camera

My bitch know Country Grammar, my buss down MC Hammer

Don't fuck with no police, I own this shit, no lease

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Gotta be a classic, if I put it on the streets

Supposed to spend the night, but end up staying for weeks

Gucci bathrobe, hair wove in Versace sheets

All the niggas with me stay solid like concrete

Baby girl a freak, send pictures and then delete

Hundred million soul, we made it through the critique

Walk me through the kitchen, big plate I'm fixing to eat

Nigga talk crazy, next day he'll be missing teeth

Rolling J's over campfires

We hustle all night, sleep in the day like vampires

[24hrs:]

Chicken with the cheese, I could give you what you need

It's hard for you to breathe with all the kush in the air

I am not a dud, I swear that I was not aware

And apparently you only want the things that cost me money

Bobby Shmurda shmoney, I be gettin' money

Cartier protect my face every time that it get sunny

RIP to Camouflage, when I think about Savannah

It's middle fingers up every time that my niggas see the camera

My bitch know Country Grammar, my buss down MC Hammer

Don't fuck with no police, I own this shit, no lease

[Chevy Woods:]

I just touched down in LA, just tryna keep it player

I got all these rings on me, she treat me like a Laker

She see all this ice, yeah, I feel like Gretzky (Ice)

I'ma need that two on one, so baby bring your bestie

Nikes on my feet, can't never let these niggas check me

She pulled up with her chocolate friend, that's cool, I'm feelin' Nestlé

Look I just want the whole thing, all these diamonds on my body dance like Soul Train

I had to leave that bitch on read, I know that's cold game

I got the top, we was on tour, don't know what her name was

Can't make her famous, yuh

[24hrs:]

Chicken with the cheese, I could give you what you need

It's hard for you to breathe with all the kush in the air

I am not a dud, I swear that I was not aware

And apparently you only want the things that cost me money

Bobby Shmurda shmoney, I be gettin' money

Cartier protect my face every time that it get sunny

RIP to Camouflage, when I think about Savannah

It's middle fingers up every time that my niggas see the camera

My bitch know Country Grammar, my buss down MC Hammer

Don't fuck with no police, I own this shit, no lease

Closer (Wiz Khalifa Remix) lyrics - The Chainsmokers (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Halsey)

 [Andrew Taggart:]

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you

I drink too much

And that's an issue, but I'm okay

Hey, you tell your friends

It was nice to meet them

But I hope I never see them again

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I know it breaks your heart

That I only smoke papers, 'cause I don't smoke 'gars, babe

I'm at an old school car take a joint to the face

And we both go far

Get high, can't stop

Let's get high, we can't stop

No

[Andrew Taggart:]

So, baby, pull me closer

In the backseat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of the mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

[Andrew Taggart (Wiz Khalifa):]

We ain't ever getting older

(Khalifa man)

We ain't ever getting older

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Khalifa man, I'm fresh off of the plane

Been smoking so long I got my own strain

Roll up a joint and take it to the brain

Say you're getting high, but now you're speaking my language

Left with me as soon as we came

Spoke some bullshit, she'll never do it again

Try anything, she'll never do it again

Fuck Khalifa man, 'cause you'll never do it again

I know it breaks your heart

That I only smoke papers, 'cause I don't smoke 'gars, babe

I'm at an old school car take a joint to the face

And we both go far

And get high, can't stop

Let's get high, we can't stop

No

[Andrew Taggart & Halsey:]

So, baby, pull me closer

In the backseat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of the mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

[Andrew Taggart:]

So, baby, pull me closer

In the backseat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of the mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

[Andrew Taggart & Halsey:]

We ain't ever getting older

(No, we ain't ever getting older)

We ain't ever getting older

(No, we ain't ever getting older)

We ain't ever getting older

(We ain't ever getting older)

We ain't ever getting older

(No, we ain't ever getting older)

(We ain't ever getting older)

(No, we ain't ever getting older)

Coachella lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Cardo got wings

Uh, rolling 'em fat, don't roll 'em skinny no more

I'm getting mines, I got plenty of dough

I break it down, I got plenty to smoke

I'm with a dime piece

Stuffing cones

Watching new videos

Watch my digits grow

Now I'm on cause I'm getting low

Spread love, take some weed on the road

Teach my son how to be a boss

Never mind the cost

But never try to spend it if you don't got it

Instead of withdrawals, make deposits

Try to make a profit

Never mind the hate cause where I'm from, we've seen it all

Seen niggas rise, seen niggas fall

Ain't pick up when they get the call

Now they stuck, they look at me different

'Bout my business

Inner circle with winners

Thousand-dollar-dinners

Still smelling like bomb-ass weed soon as we enter

Rolling 'em joints, looking like arms when they've been injured

Flying, show 'em, they all get the picture

I be the flyest nigga at Coachella

I be the highest nigga at Coachella

Bad chick ride with me to Coachella

She on my team 'cause the Coach better

I be the flyest nigga at Coachella

I be the highest nigga at Coachella

Bad chick ride with me to Coachella

She on my team cause I coach better

Lucky I don't pull the yellow car out

Niggas talking trees but we smoking better

Homie, I'm a vet

Hope you don't get upset

Cop the new Viper demon and the Hellcat

Now where your muscle cars at?

Come to these broads, give 'em heart attacks

Love my fans, I'll always be they favorite artist

And plus, my team go the hardest

We smoking on it if it's Cali green

Was once the newest nigga on the scene

And now we ten years deep

Roll you a joint, just don't fall asleep

All my niggas eat

All my diamonds speak

Might be out the country, never really out of reach

Tryna get paid several days out the week

And there ain't nothing these lames can do about it

Throwing my gang, they just probably mad cause they girl shouted

I pull the paper planes out, put a couple new diamonds in my chain

Don't know 'bout you, fool, but Imma do my thing

Nigga, this gang

I be the flyest nigga at Coachella

I be the highest nigga at Coachella

Bad chick ride with me to Coachella

She don't like her team cause the coach better

I be the flyest nigga at Coachella

I be the highest nigga at Coachella

Bad chick ride with me to Coachella

She on my team cause I coach better

Swear

It's young Khalifa, man, and Cardo

Nigga asked me if I feel good

I say yeah

Asked me how many joints I smoke in the morning

More than usual, more than enough

Comment Creepin lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods & Kris Hollis)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)

Trynna' be just like me (tryna be just like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (like me)

Tryna be just like me (like me)

(Oh, you just gon' get on top of me like that?)

Hellcat, they keep askin' what the hell is that

Green and black, rockin' Gucci like I brought it back

Need a pack, put this KK in your bra strap

Always workin', never sleep, no, I don't relax

Niggas sayin' Young Khalifa got the dope raps

Ain't just started gettin' dressed, I'm freshin' on my throwbacks

I let her drive the new whip, I pull out the old scoop

They don't even touch the paper 'cause they old news

Young nigga wanna be like me

Front but he don't even like me

She all up on me like icing

My chain in the color of lightnin'

I got hella paper

Said this goin' down, she fucked me in the elevator

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)

Tryna be just like me (tryna be just like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (like me)

Tryna be just like me (like me)

[Chevy Woods:]

Go ask your chick just how I'm mobbin', she ain't feelin' you (shit)

She talk too much, I told her give this dick an interview (dick)

And she a project bitch so she ain't got no manners

She know what the fuck she want so them hoes can't stand her

She know I'm ballin', I ain't callin', that's your man's job (hello?)

Hands free when she suck it, keep her hands off

She just a thot, I get the top and then I smash off

My chain and watch, they do the wop and that's a dance off (what?)

Look we got pistols too (pistols) 'cause we got issues too (boom)

But she just fuck the stick, she know I'm comin' through

Uh, hold a baby, ain't no runnin' plans

Chopper City on my way, you know just how I'm comin'

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)

Tryna be just like me (tryna be just like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (like me)

Tryna be just like me (like me)

Decisions lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 I hear it all the time

About it all

Why they talk?

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

All that cake

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

New bitch

Every week

She take it off

Bonus!

Hair long, tatted on her back

I get her a first class flight to where my show is

Smoke weed, don't smoke week

Catch contact, get drunk

Let me hit once, bitch come back

Ballin, can't even control it

Don't have to text, don't even call it

My name is on it

I fuck her good and make that Uber call 6 in the morning

I told her I don't need no pills, these Js I'm rolling

Feeling my car, feeling my chain

Ass looking soft, I'm feeling that thing

Ride with a nigga & I'll put you up all in some game

Why would you fuck with another nigga that's something you should say

Came at the same time I mean both ways

We ain't even hardly know each other names

By now I'm on my 6th ring or something

By now I'm on my 200,010th plane or something

By now you could say I'm living like Rick James or something

Insane, cause it spit flames when I switch lanes I'm stuntin

Big bank, no loose change, I do things

Champagne me, L.A. me

Supper Club throwin' dough, no ray me

Fifty deep in VIP, T.G.O.D

Your bitch remind me of this ink, she all on me

I'm gone, I'm rocking KK cologne

I think these bitches tryna fuck me so I'm takin' them home

Take what I do inside the day & put it straight in the song

I get a nug up out the pound and put it straight in the bong

Imma stay real, Imma stay high

Imma stay ready, Imma stay in her, a mistake

Count til my thumbs hurt, smoke til my lungs hurt

What another man say, I know my own worth

Handle business

With my real niggas, like a real nigga

And it's real business

All business, no hard feelings

All my dogs, got they all in it

Hard to get along with us

Call a kush Jean-Claude, god damn it kick strong

Rollie on my arm, fake niggas y'all really don't appear to a real nigga

808

I hear it all the time

About it all

Why they talk?

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

All that cake

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Aye Young Khalifa Man!

I'mma get every last one of you niggas high as fuck!

Cause they don't even know what they want!

Don't Change You lyrics - Rock Mafia & Wiz Khalifa

 Something 'bout the way you move

I can't keep my eyes off you, yeah

Something 'bout the things you do

Fill me up with gratitude

I love you just the way you are

And I don't really, don't really see your flaws

Baby, you're a work of art

And you don't even know you are

Whatever you do

Don't change what you do (Don't change you)

It's all about you (Don't)

Whatever you do, whatever you do, don't change you (Don't change you)

No matter how they try to flip the script on you

Stay exactly the way you are, don't change you (Don't change you)

And even when the world rejects and judges you (Don't)

Whatever you do, whatever you do, don't change you (Don't change you)

Okay, never breakin' down always gon' hang around

When I'm at work, you the one I'm thinkin' 'bout

Think he got one better, tell him, "Bring her out"

Tongue out, show 'em what that middle finger 'bout

Make you hit a high note just like you a singer

If they ever doubted, turn them to believers

Got 'em bringing out awards for all your achievements

Seen the number one spot, you wanted to be it

I could keep a secret, we don't gotta tell

Always need you with me, never by myself

You ain't gotta shop around, leave 'em on the shelf

You the only one, I don't need nobody else

This ain't game 'cause you heard that before

If they playin', we gon' even the score

When they walk past, they can hear us through the door

We make it hard to ignore (Hahaha)

Whatever you do (Uh, and I'ma keep doing me)

Don't change what you do (As long as you do me too, hahaha, okay)

It's all about you (And honestly, I'm so into you that I would quit what I'm doing to do you too)

Whatever you do, whatever you do, don't change you (Don't change you)

Don't Know lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 La Música de Harry Fraud

Oh, I'm getting mine how I'm supposed to be

You ain't a day one so you ain't getting close to me, no

You see that everything frozen, bank account foreign

Everybody good 'cause I've been going in

I'm smoking paper planes posted

In a brand new country but I'm leaving in the morning

And the pack just flown in

If you don't inhale you ain't really getting stoned then

See I can roll, but I put it in a cone

Big long, put it in a bong

Used to smoke one, now it take three to get me in the zone

Take joints to the dome

And you should be there on the road with me

I got a pound of KK that is grown for me

Everywhere I go I'm smoking weed

Ain't just me, that's for everyone that rolls with me

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

I'ma party 'til I can't no more

Wake up in the morning, get stoned

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Now my team on top

They be waiting for us to but I promise that we ain't gon' stop

We got the game on lock

Walking to the plane we smelling like a pound of that Mary Jane

Learned the rules to the game

Now we make our own, now we getting dome

Now we getting good

Start a [?], now we getting grown

Top floor but we got it out the mud though

I remember we couldn't get in the club

Now they run up to us and show us nothing but love

Lost some niggas, a few of them we don't trust

But this the papers too so roll two of 'em up

And we gon' work hard, we gon' stack ours

We gon' grind for it everyday and never slack off

And we gon' be the ones they ask for

When it's all said and done, it'll be the gang moving past y'all

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

I'ma party 'til I can't no more

Wake up in the morning, get stoned

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

I'ma party 'til I can't no more

Wake up in the morning, get stoned

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Don't Stop lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Nigga what time it is, time to go get some money and fuck these hoes

I'm stackin' up and hussling fa-sho

Changin' the game when I came in the door

Niggas was lame so I came with the dope

Doin' some things that you ain't seen before

Remember them days when I slept on the floor

Now we hit the hotel and we get the whole floor

Walk in the bank smell the dank on my clothes

Makin' more change than you think I'm supposed to

Been round the world but I still be out local

One of the best and I'm just being vocal

Clean up good like soap do

Make you feel good like soul food

Them fuck niggas they old news

Got a old car with new shoes

Niggas don't test cause I give em the blues

I'm in love with my music, try to boss up don't get comfortable too

Blowin' kush where my roof is, bad bitch where my room is

I'm high where the moon is, we winnin' not losin'

Whatever you do just

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

I needed it I bought it and worked hard for it

But won't forget the days when I couldn't afford it

Just put me in the game, I ain't gone ever forfeit

My son in private school, I gotta pay the mortgage

Them niggas talkin' shit, to me that ain't important

I'm ridin' foreign whips, that means them things imported

You on the internet, this shit you say recorded

You hangin' round them snitches, that mean you can't report it

I'm tryna fall asleep, soon as my plane get boarded

Them niggas can't hate, the police can't get warrants

I'm buyin' real estate, that mean my bank enormous

My diamonds real yours fake, that mean you can't ignore it

I need a bigger plate, make sure my steak is on it

That KK got you buzzed, it make you think of hornets

Ferrari's, Porsche's, all these horses

You dreamin, we livin', the sky is the limit

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't Text Don't Call lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Snoop Dogg)

 Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

You like to be the only one

Don't want to be like my other bitch

Don't ever lie to you I always keep it G

And don't do sucker shit

You knock me down pick me up pick me out put me on the street

Next time we fuck please don't call

I got a new one that wanna roll with me

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Bitch I know you ain't in love with me

If it wasn't for my doggy style you wouldn't even fuck with me

Cut her off ain't nothing to a G

Seen that punk bitch from across the street

See I don't mean to be disrespectful

But if you come with some bullshit I'mma check you

Straight get you right and if you don't I left you

Sittin in the dust cause I could never trust

All about the paper there's no discussion

Cup full of indigo good kush I'm crushing

She a ride or die bitch that meets no question

Gold rails back to back like we both wrestling

Girl you know where I'm from and you know where I'm stepping

Blessed with all styles of the game so I'm destined

To bust moves dog pound's what I'm repping

So if you're not giving top get the fuck out my section

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Don't hit my line up (hey)

Cause I'm high (yessir)

Don't hit my line up (hey)

Cause I'm high

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

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