Samo lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Time keep ticking

The ash from my joint keep flicking

Ball hog, go hard for a living

Still cheese eggs in my kitchen

Still even though we gettin' stoned we still stickin' to the mission

Still take a nigga bitch

Still put a nigga on his feet and make him rich if you fuck wit em

Destiny ain't no luck just a couple niggas with felonies that I grew up with

Aw shit's what they sayin'

The shit we smoke cut through everything that the owners spray

The money coming like every day

But never let this shit control me, fuck what the teacher told me!

Of course that weed I keep it on me

I paint pictures, don't forget to bring a brush for all my niggas

And niggas think they ill when they rap but I'm the sickest

Cus where I'm from its about who go the hardest not the quickest

Little nigga, big engine, big units, big business

Been doin' it, been spendin', me and you a big difference, yeah

Still ridin' in my whip with the old suspension

Grindin' hard like I ain't got the rent, I need every cent

Niggas plottin', niggas climbing

Niggas puttin' overtime in

And no matter where they go

They stay the same

No matter where they go

They stay the same

Jim Brown lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

Oh!

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga when you see him?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga when a real nigga right and you tryna leave him?

See him around in the club, see him buying out the bar, so the hoes tryna meet him

You can talk and make a nigga pay for it [?] you don't fuck the first night with me either

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

She ain't fuckin' with a real nigga

She ain't never seen a real nigga better tell them lil niggas

Told him to me he a little nigga

He a little nigga, told me to be a real nigga

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Why you fuckin' with the nigga if he ain't comin' from the right hood?

And why you fuckin' with the nigga if he ain't ballin' like his ass should?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga if you know the nigga money ain't good?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

I ain't fuckin' with the niggas

Nope, I ain't fuckin' with the niggas

I ain't fuckin' with the niggas

King of the dope? No!

Damn

Why you fuckin' with those niggas everyday when they ain't got no shit?

Why you fuckin' with them niggas?

I been 'em all, I can tell them niggas ain't lit long

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

She ain't fuckin' with a real nigga

She ain't never seen a real nigga better tell them lil niggas

Told him to me he a little nigga

He a little nigga, told me to be a real nigga

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Up Down lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Berner)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it

Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it

Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face

Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money

Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies

Rolling up 'cause that's all that I know

Joint in my hand when I walk through the door

I get money 'cause that's all that I know

My niggas on point, haters already know

I, I found out that it's all that I know

Tryna get high while I'm already stoned

Yeah, bomb weed and its all that I know

Feeling like a boss 'cause it's already rolled up

Go hard 'cause that's all that I know

Get a little money then I throw it on the floor

Girl, champagne I'mma pour a little more

We can smoke cones 'til four in the morning

I roll up, I told 'em roll up, if it ain't KK, fuck nigga hold up

A millionaire and it's all that I know

Probably with your girl getting blown

Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it

Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it

Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face

Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money

Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies

[Berner:]

Bring it back, bring it back

Gold ropes and new leather on my coat rack

Four stacks, these dudes hold no pack, throwback

Jerry Rice running gold hat, hold that, I ain't even roll that

Smoke fat on the corner where the blow at

OG from the city, where the SKO at?

Broke boys made they ain't got their ho back

Blow big I'm world-wide touring

I'm in SAC, I just dropped a pack off on foreign

New foreign, new foreign, blue cookies more champagne pouring

Gon' get it, gon' get it girl, got a bitch that will hit the road with it, cold business

Out of town it go up down, we celebrating when it touch down

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it

Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it

Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face

Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money

Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies

I roll 'em thicker than a Snicker

Girl drink this liquor

I got game from the bishop

Bust that thing down for Winston

On The Way lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 We on the way! Just know

We on the way! Just know

We on the way! Just know

When the streets get dry, we on the way

It's on the way, it's on the way, it's on the way

They trying to stay, they trying to stay, they trying to stay

Don't be late (Taylor Gang what's up?)

(Metro boomin want some more nigga) D Kelly!

Cannon, Cannon, Cannon

I smoke by the pound and I roll to the face (Hey!)

I go out of town and take it on a plane (Shit! Oh!)

They know that I got it, it's all that I said

That pack on the way, that pack on the way (Go, go!)

Man, that pack on the way, that pack on the way (Killem, killem, oh!)

That pack on the way, man that pack on the way (Damn!)

They know that I got it, it's all that I said (Go, go!)

That pack on the way, that pack on the way

Said you been smoking a blunt, that was back in the day (Way back!)

I had it, I got it, I roll it then smoke to the face (Yoo!)

I make sure I smoke in the bed cause I smoke every day (Yeah nigga, every day! Ayee!)

I hopped in my ride and I head to another new place (Another one!)

I get on the plane then I'm rocking an animal (Alright get this shit nigga)

Seen the price of my jeans and it ain't understandable (Whoa! Shit)

I rap what you thinking and I'm smoking, I'm drinking

Niggas is sinking, all you little niggas need beatings

So I told 'em, a joint I'ma roll it

Her ass I'ma hold it, and mind I'ma mould it (Mould!)

I came and got chosen, Her man didn't notice

And I be like hold up, don't go no where (Noo!)

Trying to get a photo (Noo!), thats a no-no

I smoke by the pound and I roll to the face (Hey!)

I go out of town and take it on a plane (Shit! Oh!)

They know that I got it, it's all that I said

That pack on the way, that pack on the way (Go, go!)

Man, that pack on the way, that pack on the way (Killem, killem, oh!)

That pack on the way, man that pack on the way (Damn!)

They know that I got it, it's all that I said (Go, go!)

That pack on the way, that pack on the way

Word On The Town lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J, Pimp C)

 [Juicy J:]

Yeah, I'm still just hustling, man

I don't know about y'all, it's going down then

You see, I've been doing this shit, so, this shit ain't nothing equal

Let's go

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke

[Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa:]

Chop up buzz, we kill this shit

No twenty-twos, no Emmitt Smith

Pulled out on you and let it rip

Killed y'all dogs, like Michael Vick

Yellow tape, first forty eight

Don't give a fuck if they catch a case

Done gunplays in broad daylight

No mask on they barren face

Barren face when we get them

Don't become a victim

Shoulda used his intuition

When I caught him slipping

Open banana peel ass, nigga

We got your number

Put them in the trunk

Treat them like some Louie luggage

Just in case a nigga think he finna take mine

Imma give his ass a clip

Tell the pussy nigga, take five

Real street niggas, get it how they live

Cut that gangsta shit out

'Cause that ain't who you is

[Juicy J:]

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Niggas telling, aw, man, they ain't getting money

How you get caught up for a strap and tell on your homie

Nigga, there's rules to this game and you ain't living by them

Like you don't talk about them drugs, if you really buy them

You don't talk about them goons, if you really got them

And you don't talk about them bodies, if they really dropping

You from where I'm from, you don't do no talking

When the police come, we just change the topic

In my hood niggas really robbing

You get your brains blown off, if you don't use precaution

Take off your head just be like what the cost is

In Pittsburgh it's Taylor Gang and nigga I'm a boss man, uh

[Juicy J:]

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

[Pimp C:]

Jackers in Port Arthur talking 'bout taking mines

If you run up on that Bentley, bitch, your life is on the line

Yeah, bitch, I'm on parole, but that thing in my possession

Ain't gon' be no ho and pimping, ain't gon' be no disrespecting

And I don't owe you niggas shit and I don't need no new buddies

I don't wanna fuck your bitch, cause the ho is too slutty

Jaws too nutty, kiss her lips, you eat a dick

I ain't came out here to play, I'm out here representing this shit

I'm not the king of the south, y'all can fight over the title

But I got more hoes calling me, than American Idol

Young Pimp C holding it down, come around with that fuck shit

We'll leave you shaking on the ground

[Juicy J:]

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke

On A Plane lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 One thing's for sure, two things for certain man

I be on one, Young Khalifa man, burn up

All my nights that I spent on my own tryna find my way

All the chances we take right or wrong' now we counting all day

I done been through the pain – seen it all for the fortune and fame

And did it for a first class flight on a plane

Can you stand the rain?

Can you niggas really stand the pain?

Can you stand to sit for 14 hours on the plane

If you get caught, you'll never smoke again

I'm leaving niggas with no bitches and cruel intentions

Make 'em dig in they pockets, makin' 'em pay attention

I don't gotta talk it cause God I live it

Say the competition, they all gonna be missin'

That's part of the mission, we ball and they missin'

Order all them rooms up, let all of my nigs in

We hop out them bitches, stay on our toes

Money over hoes, man that's just the way it goes

Weed in a bowl, pack shows, me and my bros

Nominated for Grammy's so, you don't hear me though

Say that I changed, I just say that I've been laying low

Try and play your role, that's the way it go

Ya'll already know

All my nights that I spent on my own tryna find my way

All the chances we take right or wrong' now we counting all day

I done been through the pain – seen it all for the fortune and fame

And did it for a first class flight on a plane

Blacc Hollywood on the way

[?] what's up

Banger lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty$)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Nigga all I smoke is papers

All I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin'

I'm a motherfuckin'

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger

All I know is smoke when I'm in a ride

All I know is count while I'm getting high

All I know is Flex while I'm in the club

All I know is show them hoes no love

All I know is buy a hundred bottles pour 'em

All I know is old school or foreign

All I know is make sure they know your name

All I know is ride out for your gang

All I know is make them hoes cone joints

All I know is keep your niggas on point

All I know is have my money on time

All I know is grind lil' nigga, grind

That's all I know

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Twisting up our fingers, all in your face like what's happenin'

My niggas hop out and get to smashin'

Sock a nigga first then ask him

Where you niggas from? What you niggas bang?

Snatched a nigga chain, he ain't with the Taylors

This nigga jewelry fake, he ain't getting paper

He's a fuck nigga, not a real player

I took his bitch and made her learn how to roll papers

Off Youtube, you should do it too

Type of bitch that like to be around the who's who

Yeah she get around, she like a hula-hoop

[Wiz Khalifa:]

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger

Big bag of that, coming back for that

Roll 'em back to back, keep a sack of that

Don't imagine that, that's a matter of fact

Eyes down in the clouds where you find 'em at

In my MCM bag where the magic at?

Come back to my room, jump on the broom

Swear the magic happened, she hit the magic dragon

Her ass started clapping, I was glancing

Smoking kill, that's that extra pack

Tell the DJ to bring it back and tell the weedman to bring a sack

I got a bong and I got a biatch, ass fat, body full of tats

Pick her up, fuck her on the jet, nothing less

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger

Comb Over lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 For real man, we need that whip

That's the car I need

Motherfucker hit a plane and the plane blew up

Ugh, yup

Standing in the mirror

My vision of that money getting clearer

Scratch that, it's getting nearer

Some of this actually happened

I was weed nappin'

Wasn't shit

Now they pay us for the raps we kick

My hotel smell like confidence

They hate us but that weed smoke bring on compliments

So roll this paper

Tell the waitress – get my drink from off the coaster

Bring the bitch that love to smoke and get the weight from off my shoulders

Yeah, I be flying everywhere nigga

Sometimes I don't even know where the fuck I'm at

I be waking up, random motherfuckers be knocking on my door and shit

Like "who the fuck is that?"

Nosey ass cleaning lady

You wanna hit this weed?

Stains from your make-up

Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up

Young nigga, but got my cake up

Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane

Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit

Look at my bitch, we the shit

Probably high – what they say when they see us

But they never say that we broke

Kush in every J that we smoke

Putting rings on every finger

Never put 'em out, just let the smoke linger

Champagne for the girls, straight shots for my niggas

Started small but now the money getting bigger

It all get better with time

Rather go hard instead of unwind

And play your part and I'mma play mine

Feel me?

Motherfuckers always speakin' out of turn

They don't know nothin' about this shit

That's why I'm me and you're you

Matter of fact, fuck that

This Taylor Gang

T.G.O.D. nigga

Ain't shit changed gang

What up Ricky P

Richard

Don't smoke that pound without me Richard

Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom

Jim Brown smash baby

Oh shit! We get to see the tits?

Here we go!

Get her Jim! Get her Jim!

Oh shit!

I don't get no sleep

I'm fresh off the plane

I don't get no sleep, God damn

The Last lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Y'll already know what it is

We the last...

At night that's when all the lights shine

Ask the stewardess what's the flight time

Know we grown we all got shit to say

But we drunk so it's the right time

Outer Space they got a high climb

Out of sight, I'm out of my mind

I did everything on my own, so

I could give a fuck how your advice sound

Who you know sick as Ca-P though

Flow tight as the clothes on the niggas who fight crime

It's cool to dream I suppose, you never know how far it might go

You might need some love, it might get shown

You might stumble down the right road

Got problems with the structure? Time to renovate

Boy tighten up your circle, keep your business straight

Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own

Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'

Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own

Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'

We the niggas who could have it all

We the ones who only dream of it then do it on our own

Smoking one and got another roll

Came a long way from no direction now to formation

More legit, more to make, more to spend

Got a thing for champagne? Order it

Waking up in my trap house burning hella spliffs, grinding

Listening to Dolomite rhyming, I'm in

Exclusive bay, break you off something and I've got moves to make

Don't be acting bougie 'cause you came through with Nate

No Reuss, real nigga before Protools

Got game from niggas that's from the old school

But we them new niggas, you should roll through

Woke up in the morning fucked up but that's part of it

I got weed smoke and all this gin, Khalifa always wins

Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own

Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'

Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own

Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'

Handle My Biz lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. JR Donato)

 Hey Wiz, they tryna lock a nigga up

How many grams they asked you you had?

What you tell 'em?

28 right?

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Bad bitch come to my crib, handle my business

Let a nigga know shit's real, handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Smokin' pounds of kush, handle my business

Ridin' in a brand new car, woosh, handle my business

Handle my business, handle my business, handle my business

Smokin' on the kush, ridin' in a brand new whip

Feelin' like a pimp

Damn my money good

I wish a bitch nigga would, I wish a bitch nigga would

Handle my business, I'mma handle my business

Handle my business, I'mma handle my business

Handle my business, got a handful of Benji's

Hand on the strap, I'mma handle that witness

I'mma handle that car, I'mma handle that bitch

She gonna handle this dick

After that, roll some weed up

Chill with my feet up

Ya'll some hand-me-down niggas

Posted in the car with the top down smokin' on the shit that'll paralyze niggas

Bad bitch come to my crib, handle my business

Let a nigga know shit's real, handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Smokin' pounds of kush, handle my business

Ridin' in a brand new car, woosh, handle my business

Handle my business, handle my business, handle my business

[J.R. Donato:]

High as fuck and it's 28 grams later

Keep the Ruger, I'mma shoot it in a damn skater

I'm from the Chi but Atlanta where I'm gonna take her

If I put her on the corner then I'm gonna break her

(Make her handle my business, straight up out the trenches

Young nigga tryna double my digits while I'm kickin' this pimpin')

Two white cups sippin', ride around piped up gettin' it

Chain so bright that it might cause tension

Rock the Benz all Spring, so they know it ain't rented

Feelin' like a Beatle, god damn, John Lennon

Put my finger on the trigger, I be sprayin' for a minute

I tell 'em, wait, wait, let me handle that

Little steak, Little eggs, let me scramble that

Two guns, two clips, finna Rambo that

Tell their hoes I'm bouta fire, where they candles at?

Where they candles at?

Cause I be sippin' on somethin'

Never been a Goofy, shootin' a movie

Table full of shroomies while I'm rollin' the doobie

You starin' at me like you wanna hit it or somethin'

Your bitch lookin' like she want the dinik or somethin'

I prolly give her the somethin' in addition to somethin'

Cookin' like I'm in the kitchen or somethin'

You lookin' broke boy, get you some money

Donato

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Bad bitch come to my crib, handle my business

Let a nigga know shit's real, handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Smokin' pounds of kush, handle my business

Ridin' in a brand new car, woosh, handle my business

Handle my business, handle my business, handle my business

My Nigs lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Currensy)

 Taylor Gang, Jetlife

[Wiz Khalifa:]

My dawgs scroll up, my dawgs roll up

Your dawgs ain't loyal, your dawgs fall short

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

My dawgs on point, my dawgs don't slip

Your dawgs won't call, your dawgs gon' flip

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my niggas

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

That's why I roll up all by myself

I don't be rollin with yal

I be always smoking green

I be always lighting up

Niggas reaching out their hands

They don't know me

Them niggas ain't real

Them niggas gon' fall

Them niggas ain't ride

Them niggas don't ball

Them niggas ain't got your back

Them niggas gon' set you up

My niggas they all got heart

Your niggas ain't got enough

My dawgs scroll up, my dawgs roll up

Your dawgs ain't loyal, your dawgs fall short

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

My dawgs on point, my dawgs don't slip

Your dawgs won't call, your dawgs gon' flip

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

[Currensy:]

If you ain't all the way down then get from round

Jogging pants I run the town

My home girl dancing in the ace so she making money now

I like a hustling ass bitch so we fucking now

79 Malibu make it bunny hop

To the dog house that's the money spot

I run up in there get my money

Really living what I'm talking bout

The driveway look like a parking lot

I block my own Bentley and I got to let myself out

Built this empire myself without all the fucking handout

So fuck what a pussy nigga crying bout

Jetlife, Taylor Gang til' he carry me out

[Wiz Khalifa:]

My dawgs scroll up, my dawgs roll up

Your dawgs ain't loyal, your dawgs fall short

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

My dawgs on point, my dawgs don't slip

Your dawgs won't call, your dawgs gon' flip

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

How To Be Real lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curtis Williams)

 Shout out to Big U

Real

Real nigga

Yal better chill

Two-9 wassup

8-0-8 Mafia

How to be real [12x]

[Wiz Khalifa:]

How to be real

Some niggas don't but some niggas will

I'm shooting to kill

Jumpin to ride or shooting to kill

I'm taking the shot

I'm drinking that gin or shooting to kill

My bitches so real

My bitches so real

My bitches so real

You killin' my vibe

I'm up in that bitch

I'm getting a thrill

I'm popping that thing

She poppin' that pussy like it is a pill

I come from the burg

Some niggas are fake most niggas are real

Some niggas get killed

I don't drink n' drive she takin' the wheel

Hundred thousand dollars round my neck, yes

Nigga I'm down to ride for my respect, yes

Man, yal just don't understand

Since I was a lil' nigga yea I've been poppin' them rubber bands

God damn

If I didn't have a deal

I'd still have a mil

My niggas thuggin' out in public

Fuck it

I guess nobody told you

How to be real [12x]

[Curtis Williams:]

Yeah uhh, how to be real

Im repping Two-9 I fuck with the game (Two-9)

How to be real

I'm fucking her once I don't know her name

Smoking that loud

I'm breaking it down and rolling it up (cash)

That money gon' come

I'm stacking it up

Can't fuck this shit up (cash)

These niggas is lame

These niggas just talk

These niggas ain't real (fake)

My young nigga with it

And I ain't gonna touch it he gripping that steel

She come to the crib

She have a good time but don't get to stay

That pack on the way

Man that pack on the way, that pack on the way

Young rich niggas we don't fuck with you nigga

I be flexing out in public who the fuck is you nigga

Get a mil my nigga split it with the crew nigga

Take his main bitch from him show him what to do with it, huh

[Wiz Khalifa:]

If I didn't have a deal

I'd still have a mil

My niggas thuggin' out in public

Fuck it

I guess nobody told you

How to be real [12x]

Something Special lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Thundercat)

 Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you

Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you

Met her at a party, I was sippin' gin

She was burnin' on the chronic

Thunder beat the Lakers now there ain't no Super Sonics

Chain hella flossy

Waitin' for you to come over here and put it on me

You down to ride and you like say no more

Try to hide it but I can't no more

And God blessed me with game but I ain't playin' though

Instead of fuckin' with lames

(I just want you)

You ain't ain't said nothing but a word

Twist up the herb

Tell your friends they ain't gotta catch feelings

There's enough room for all ya'll – skinny, fat, tall

Believe me, I done seen it all, done it all

Born to ball, do it big, never small

The weed I'm smokin' on

Come over here, tell your homegirls go ahead

Roll another joint and get straight to the point

Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you

Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you

Now the hoes done shown up, the money done blown up

But every time you callin' a nigga, I pick the phone up

Don't care about my pockets being swole up

Long as I show love, show up, my top won't go up

Everyday's a new flight, at night's a new hotel

Fuck you on plane, it don't matter girl I won't tell

Both feet in the sand, you know I'm the man

We gone stick to the plan, watch 'em shit on demand

Early morning eatin' breakfast in the hot tub

Pedicure, Manny, full massage with the face scrub

Smokin' OG, fuck the police

Sun glowin' off your skin

Said she never been there before, she tryna do it again

I can't only fuck once, I'm tryna do it again

Hold up, it's meant to be

No luck, here's some weed, roll up

Make sure the neighbors know us

Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you

Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you

You know what it is!

Hey, hey, hey, shit, damn

Woah

What I'm smokin' is special

That ass is lookin' special

You make everything in the world look special

And you rep that gang baby girl

Sledgro, RMB, Thundercat, what up Drew, Chev what up cuh

OUY lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 O-U-Y, yea, talking to you

Umhm

28 Grams

I ain't tryna hear about all them other niggas

I just woke, I just wanna come over and have

Ugh, heard he ain't a real nigga

Call me I'mma come feel you up

Like a real nigga

Cause when lights go out, we're all alone

I don't see no one

Ride slow

I won't let nobody know

Ohh, who you are

Be who you are

Be who you are

I want you, you

I want you

As bad as you are

Why would you wanna fuck with a nigga like me girl?

Why would you wanna roll weed for a nigga like me girl?

Why would you wanna throw the ass for a nigga like me girl?

Grind on her when you throw that ass for a nigga like me?

You, you, you, you, know what you want

You remember where you came from

Oh yea, you know the business

I swear that pussy is the business

Might give your ass the business

You, you, ugh

We going away

She riding for the kid

Riding for the squad

Riding on this dick

Gone with the wind

Gone with the whip

Gone on the liquor

She going to my crib

Phone blowing up

Kush coned up

Sheets all wet

Hair messed up

Tied around my neck

Face on deck

Just let a nigga know what it is

Still want you

Still want you

Still want you

You! For real

Yea, bitch

28 Grams

We in the trap all day

I'm trappin' like motherfuckin' uh

Young Jeezy, you know, Snowman days

That's me right now, whippin'

OG Bobby Taylor lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

What you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

God damn – what you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

Word – pull up on the corner smoking herb

Nigga, you scared

So high you talking shit, but I don't hear it

Hey, hey, whoa, church

I'm smoking that shit from the Earth

Riding, no shirt, pussy ass nigga do your homework

Word on the streets, Khalifa's a beast

Shit, 'bout to go D-Wade, hit 'em with the heat

Fuck with me, I'm the realest, realest, nigga, I'm the realest

Blowing on killer while I'm listen to Killa

Body full of tattoos like a killer

Word on the streets that I got these niggas upset

All my niggas from the bottom, from the projects

I take a bitch home, give her long dick, that long dick

Yes, hit it then I quit it

And when I'm in it get the pussy so wet think I'm 'bout to go swimming

God damn

What you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

God damn – what you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

Nigga got cash, talking big cash, nigga blow kush, talking big bags

Niggas still hating on a nigga, hit the weed once, do the Wiz laugh

Got faded in a mug, god damn I'm tailored up

Got – papers in my lungs, got it straight from the plug

Got – what you smoking, nigga?

[Chevy Woods:]

This a whole P, it ain't no seeds

But on the real I'mma probably need the whole tree

Can't fuck with you acting like the police

The way your bitch pop the pussy, had to go see

It ain't nothing for your girl like ho, please

Let you down to do a favor like you owe me

Soul Train diamonds dancing in this AP

Taylor Gang, pussy nigga, you don't know me

Droptop with some twins in it

Ha, what you doing, boy, I been did it

Yeah, roll up, let your friends hit it

Ha, around my city, boy, I been did it

Man, I can't even lie, y'all don't get high like that

In the ride like that with a ride like that

Trey pound like that, but it's all in them raps

Stop lying to them people acting like you got the pack right now

[?] it's how you act a real round

Got a ticket on your head, let my homie hit the lotto

Big niggas, I don't fight it, see the boom or a bottle

Word on the street I'm a suspect

Helicopter too now, I'm a subject

Face on the news nigga, for the public

Gotta hide at my cousins in the projects

Smoking weed with the Crips in the complex

Twisting OG's with the Bloods in the comments

'Cause only killer they see is green

And they gon' do anything for the commas

T.G.O.D., now they wanna call the feds

I'm a king smoking all this, all this grass

What you smoking on, nigga? That's a thread full of trash

I was in the 9th grade smoking weed after class

Just a tilt door looking like your car on fire

This the weed mix, you gon' need a few lighters

You ain't never smoke no fucking KK, nigga

And we don't smoke no motherfucking AK, nigga

Word on the street buy a whole one

Get good with the plug, he gon' throw one

Serve your homie who ain't never gon' say shit

Chef it up in the face like a shogun

[Wiz Khalifa:]

What you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

God damn – what you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

Wont Stop lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Tuki Carter)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

In the trap with some killers on the real

Real man, I am man

On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers

On the real, I'mma stack me a million

On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad

On the real, I just won't stop going hard

On the real, on it, on it

On the real, on it, on it

On the real, damn

On the real, on it, on it

Kush in my hands, wake up smoking them grams

She say I'm the man, can't keep her face out my pants

Hand full of rings, gold on my sink

Don't even fuck with you, fuck what you think

Covered in ink

Bitches in love with me cause of my money

I know there'd be days like this

But, never knew I would wake up, roll a joint, do my thing, and get paid like this

I walk in the bank, the shark out the tank

I give 'em that thing, he gone aim and don't blink

He aimin', don't blink

I'm doing everything that you can't

Talkin' G's but you ain't 'round none

Get a pound in your city man, it ain't 'bout nothin'

If I gotta send it on a plane, I'mma get it

Give a fuck what a nigga think, boy I'm with it

On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers

On the real, I'mma stack me a million

On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad

On the real, I just won't stop going hard

On the real, on it, on it

On the real, on it, on it

On the real, damn

On the real, on it, on it

[Tuki Carter:]

You niggas some haters

You niggas not playas, you niggas is fakers

You niggas is faker than ghosts by [?]

You niggas did salty, high sodium

The fuck is you sayin'?

I'm focused on camera, the fuck is you sayin'?

You suckers is pussy

You focused on fuckin' the plans

Roll through the city, I'm rollin' with your ho

My nigga have no hope

I'm fuckin' your bitch and her pussy is so-so, be rolling up your dough

Your niggas ain't loyal, your whole crew was po-po but one of them rich

The rest of them [?], but most of you flex

A nigga that don't know you, don't know

My niggas got six cals more than your four-four

Pop up your top, one more shot to the top of your block

With that chop, you drop

You be talkin' no mo'

My bitches get bitches that come with more bitches, ya'll niggas ain't got no hoes

We come to your city, we takin' your biddies and leavin' out with bolos

Your niggas is smokin' that 50, ya'll ain't even keepin' that shit hunna

[Wiz Khalifa:]

On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers

On the real, I'mma stack me a million

On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad

On the real, I just won't stop going hard

On the real, on it, on it

On the real, on it, on it

On the real, damn

On the real, on it, on it

The Rain lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Nigga like me smoke weed everyday

Nigga like me high all the time

Shut the fuck up man

It's Taylor's! Ugh

One shot, one kill, what the deal?

Learned this from my OG, shit is real

Made niggas, paid niggas, all around

One phone call, brr, it's going down

Clique full of psychos, goon in some tight clothes

Need my paper straight, no typos

Right flows, but really I don't write

I'm in the studio all night

Make sure the shit you call a dream is what I really call my life

From my city, Harlem Nights, you niggas silly – this the 'burg

Not Philly, shout them niggas though that wheelie on them bikes

These niggas fans, they just sittin'

Talk about plans they ain't been in

Even rock brands they don't fit in

Ain't got to go to France, spend 100 bands

Gotta understand, damn!

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

Walk it how I talk it, if I roll it, I'mma spark it

If she bad, I tell her park it, I'mma hit it like a target

Oh shit! He blowing up your phone again

Must ain't let him know, you ain't coming home again

Leave that man alone, could be doing better

Do it on your own, could be on a jet, flying 'round the globe

Baby we gonna smoke a whole zone

Burning kush till her eyes gone

Cellphone by the remote control

When your girlfriends call, they just get the dial tone

Paper wild long

Try to draw the line between personal and business

But these niggas in their feelings like bitches

Mobbing through these trenches, always on a mission

Rules to the game, starve the competition

Khalifa Kush keep me high, to where I don't wanna speak

Broke and jail – two things I don't wanna be

You talk tough, but your clique is nervous

Wash 'em up, get that quick detergent

Then we done with 'em

There's gotta be somebody to blame

It's a shame, shame, shame

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

What? What?

I can't stand fake niggas

I can't stand fake niggas

Fake ass, niggas, shit

Dawg, damn, whoa

28 Grams, 28, and a bag in my hand

God, Damn!

Ho

Hahahahaha

Hol up, hol up, hol up

Man when my hair get long you niggas in trouble

Just warning you now

Different So Fast lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Uzi)

 Rico, Wizard, Drama

Blacc Hollywood up next

28 Grams

Quality street music

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Wake up in the morning, time to smoke a joint

Talkin', talkin', to me – better get straight to the point

I talk a lot of shit cause no top is on my whip

I'm mobbin' with my chick and we coppin' all the shit

I'm rubbin' with my chick, paparazzi on my dick

Everytime I come around, they wanna take a pic

Got so many cars, I don't know which one to drive

Grab a flight to Vegas and the pilot let me fly

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

[Gab3 of Uzi:]

When I wake up in the morning then I gotta get stoned

And when I'm on the internet all I see is clones

I get cameras on me like my name is Mike Jones

Cameras with me and cameras flying on drones

You know I'm talkin' money if I'm talkin' on the phone

If it's not about the money, will you please leave me alone?

Met this little freak in Hollywood

She's a Twitter freak, all she do is twerk and tweet

Everything changed, everything got strange

I've been making plays so the money's going crazy

I spark another one up when I'm hoppin' out, ballet

Always got my swagger, I'm Uzi McConaughey

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Two cellphones hooked up when I'm tryna make a play

Everything's changing so fast

Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day

Everything got different so fast

See ya'll on the tour, stay under the influence

Taylor!

Get money all day, get money all day, get money all day

O.N.I.F.C. (2012)

 

• Paperbond
• Bluffin'
• Let It Go
• The Bluff
• Work Hard, Play Hard
• Got Everything
• Fall Asleep
• Time
• It's Nothin'
• Rise Above
• Initiation
• Up In It
• No Limit
• The Plan
• Remember You
• Medicated

Paperbond lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Yup, yeah yeah

Oh, hahahaha

Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup

Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup

I got enough weed to last me for the rest of my motherfuckin' life

Ain't gon' ever run out

Uh, get the cork out the bottle

Get that money up and make your style a lil' harder to follow

I've been hustlin' all the time, that's the only thing I know

Now my watch is worth 30 thousand

Got Cuban links and Italian

Boy, I'm gettin' it

Ridin' in my ride, lookin' filthy rich

Killin' these niggas, I ain't innocent, my bad

Ain't paid the cost, see they just watch me, then copy my swag

Say I fell off, that's where you lost me

How's that when my name is in my upholstery?

I'm rollin' up and goin' places across seas

Hopin' the neighbor don't smell the shit I bake

And every day I'm on another plane

I hardly sleep but hey

I wouldn't have it any other way

Now here we are, now there we go

You holdin' on to it, we we smoke it all today

Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go

Now here we are

I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane

But I'll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)

Now here we are

I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane

But I'll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)

Uh, so much money that when I pull up

Hop out and walk in the bank, teller look at me funny

Know how much I get

Know I'm liable to walk up in this bitch

Like Tony with big blue bags of this shit

And tell 'em "Count it up"

Ridin' 'round in that Cali

Got OG Kush in my body

My nigga, I keep it G and that's Gucci or that Gianni

I'm gettin' dressed for the airport to pose for the paparazzi, huh?

Mo' money, mo' problems, not how I see, huh?

Mo' money, mo' Roberto Cavalli, bruh

Damn, ain't it funny how time pass

Only nigga in first class

Now here we are, now there we go

You rollin' on to where we smoke it all today

Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go

Now here we are

I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane

Bluffin' lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Berner)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Talkin' big money, bitch, uh

That little shit you talkin' 'bout, that's lunch money

We don't even smoke that

(I got, I got, I got, I got so much)

And this shit gon' be like this for uh (I got so much)

Pretty much the rest of the time we here

(I got, I got, I got, I got so much)

My little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man

I promise (I got so much)

Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen

Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing

They don't move that fast, they act like they don't like cheese

Had a couple niggas mad like they don't like me

Is it cause I'm hella paid? I think it might be

Yeah my pockets hella straight

And I smoke so much dope I got OG in my IV

So many niggas jackin' that shit don't even surprise me

I don't even want it back, shit it's off to the good

Can't even say I didn't know you would

Make a little money, get it from the road

Bring that shit back to the hood

Anytime you see me, man I'm on the grind

Nigga wasn't workin' when you knew you should

Now you talk about me when I'm on the road

And when I ride by I'm in the newest one

I got so much money I think I should pay for all this

They ain't down to spend how much they say cause they ain't ballin'

I got so much paper I just spend it like it's nothin'

Ain't no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'

I got so much money I think I should pay for all this

They ain't down to spend how much they say cause they ain't ballin'

I got so much paper I just spend it like it's nothin'

Ain't no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'

I got so much

Big money, even larger crib

No I ain't just stuntin', that's how I'm supposed to live

I move fast paced, so I drive faster cars

Take a look outside, those are really ours

And we're really stars

We all travel safe and go really far

In that custom paint, in that suede floor

In that California, that's really hard

In that California, that's what we on

Smell that strong, you know I'm baked

Chances dog, that's what we take

How much you hate, that's what we make

Roll up one, that's what we face

Lot of y'all claim that you real, gon' show up fake

But that shit don't mean a thing

Cause I'll still be on my grind and stackin' all of this change

I got so much money I think I should pay for all this

They ain't down to spend how much they say cause they ain't ballin'

I got so much paper I just spend it like it's nothin'

Ain't no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'

I got so much money I think I should pay for all this

They ain't down to spend how much they say cause they ain't ballin'

I got so much paper I just spend it like it's nothin'

Ain't no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'

I got so much

[Berner & Wiz Khalifa:]

Don't even gotta ask if I get enough cause (I got so much)

Gin in my cup, twenty-two cones I'mma stuff

Lightin' another one up (I got, I got, I got, I got so much)

Live it up, every dollar spend it up

Don't even gotta ask if I get enough cause (I got so much)

Gin in my cup, twenty two cones I'mma stuff

Lightin' another one up, cause

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I got so much money I think I should pay for all this

They ain't down to spend how much they say cause they ain't ballin'

I got so much paper I just spend it like it's nothin'

Ain't no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'

I got so much money I think I should pay for all this

They ain't down to spend how much they say cause they ain't ballin'

I got so much paper I just spend it like it's nothin'

Ain't no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'

I got so much

["Magic" Bishop Don Juan:]

Hey man, green is for the money, gold is for the honeys

Step up your game or step down

Whenever a problem troubles us all

If you trust in the Lord there will be a brighter tomorrow

For there's nothing too much for the great God to do

And all that he asks and expects of you

Is faith that's unshaken by tribulation and yield

Confidence and knowledge that God knows best

And trouble and sorrow, they are only a test

But without God testin' of our soul

It never could reach the ultimate goal

So keep on knowing and believing

All that God has promised you would be yours to receive

Preach, Church, tabernacle

Wiz! Wiz! That's the way

Wiz! Wiz! That's the way

Wiz! Wiz! That's the way

Let It Go lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Akon)

 [Akon & Wiz Khalifa:]

Let it go, let it go homie

You know we can see through them blinds homie

And see through the truth and them lies homie

Just let it go, let it go, let it go

Oh, oh (Uh, all niggas know what the fuck it is man)

Oh, oh (Young Khalifa man, hahahahaha)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, I done stayed on top of my game, gained control of my lane

Paid so much for my frames, put these lil' niggas to shame

Ordered so many of them bottles

So many of them bottles, you'd think I'm insane

Already changed the game once

I done told you but now I'ma do it and now I'ma do it again

Tell the club owners we need more sections

I made these lil' niggas go cop they Rolexes

You get the venue, you gon' need more bouncers

And tell the weed man we gon' need more ounces

Hundred grand in a rubber band

Use to be the kid, now homie, I'm the man

Hundred grand in a rubber band

Used to be the kid, now homie, I'm the man

[Akon:]

Let it go, let it go homie

You know we can see through them blinds homie

And see through the truth and them lies homie

Just let it go, let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go homie

You know they can't see what we see homie

Difference from the real and make believe homie

So let it go, let it go, let it go

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Living my life about peace

Sharing this money and tryna get all my niggas

Up off of them streets

Used to look up to some niggas

But now it seem that it all come down to me

Make sure my family gon' eat

Grinding from up underneath

Now they just say I'm a, now they just say I'm a beast

And now all these haters looking at me pitifully

Cause I'm the shit, literally

And I be stuntin' when I ride past my old school

I say fuck the new car, I cop the old school

[Akon:]

Let it go, let it go homie

You know we can see through them blinds homie

And see through the truth and them lies homie

Just let it go, let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go homie

You know they can't see what we see homie

Difference from the real and make believe homie

So let it go, let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go, let it go

So let them go, let them go, let them go

Let them know

Let them know, let them know

[Wiz Khalifa:]

This time I feel like it's now or never, ain't going nowhere

So no matter what they say, I'll be here forever

Even though some folks will make it so you can't win

Don't need to take it on the chin

Remember homie, you ain't even gotta hold it in

[Akon:]

Let it go, let it go homie

You know we can see through them blinds homie

And see through the truth and them lies homie

Just let it go, let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go homie

You know they can't see what we see homie

Difference from the real and make believe homie

So let it go, let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go, let it go

So let them go, let them go, let them go

Let them know

Let them know, let them know

[Wiz Khalifa:]

O.N.I.F.C., TGOD

The Bluff lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Cam'ron)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Hm-mm

I got so much

I got so much

I got so much

I got so much

Uh, still the same nigga

Still walkin' all up on your airplane with all my gang members

Smellin' like money and champagne, part of my campaign

I'm fuckin' rich, my nigga, some things I can't change

Sometimes I swear I be so fly, I mean I can't change

Sometimes I feel I've got a couple people I can't shame

Still rollin' weed in a pair of J's

Gettin' ashes all over my favorite jeans

I ain't mad, my nigga, I'm gettin' paid

Crib with the maid, it's all the same shit, different day

Keep hearing 'bout what these niggas doin'

But them niggas gone and I'm here to stay

I got me a whole one, so I'm 'bout to roll one

As soon as you jump in the ride with me

Now you gettin' lifted, and you feelin' different

As soon as you want, you can try and you'll see

I got so much, yeah

I got so much, yeah

I got so much

[Cam'ron:]

Yo, I told her "Leave and die" or she can stay and breathe

She looked and said "Cam, you don't know what to say to me" (Oh really?)

Paparazzi out, baby girl, no playing please

Now point that camera at my pockets cause they saying "Cheese"

Put up your life, we gambling, next time, we out here scrambling

I'm Killa, he Wiz, but all our checks say "Cameron"

Next chapter, next chapter, fa-fa-fatigues and cannons

Fresh rapper, fresh rapper, right here where I'm standin'

You play? We playin', drive-by on the way that wavin'

New five, that's how we playin', we that wave, I'm just sayin'

(What you sayin'?) What I'm sayin'? Money, hoes, clothes and mayhem

Amen! Please have her on her knees and she ain't prayin'

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I got me a whole one, so I'm 'bout to roll one

As soon as you jump in the ride with me

Now you gettin' lifted, and you feelin' different

As soon as you want, you can try and you'll see

I got so much, yeah

I got so much, yeah

I got so much

Got Everything lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Courtney Noelle)

 [Wiz:]

Baby I go, hard

So hard, sometimes it's hard to tell whether not I'm even on my job

Most of the time I'm running 'round, either that or I'm gone

Some of these people hating, but we don't see 'em at all

Cause we done made it, too far

Got something to say then fuck 'em

Ain't trying to lose out on all of this for nothing

I'm usually just balling and shit, whatever I want, I'mma get

No time to count the money that I got because all of it's getting spent

And all of my niggas grind so all of us getting rich

And most of these niggas fly but all of 'em ain't the shit

That's why you holding me down, been doing it ever since

Only one I wanna be 'round and counting up all these chips...wit'

[Courtney:]

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

[Wiz:]

And I, swear you deserve a wedding ring

Can't ever see you choosing nothing over instead of me

Won't ever leave you, you're the one I need so that's how I'm gonna treat you

Take you places where they using different language to greet you

Smile and shake when they meet you

Lot of cake but you got a lot of love from me and when I'm home, you can't get enough of me

Cause even when we both tired, you still put up with me

Ain't going nowhere for sure, feel like you stuck with me

Swear I feel lucky, I get anything I want

And if I need it then you got it, if I say it then you trust me

Don't see you much but when I do, I need your love and I'mma need it in a rush

[Courtney:]

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Baby I can't break your heart, make you wait no more

Anytime you need me, I'll be right there for sure

You don't even have to call me, just say my name

I'll be right there waiting for you

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Fall Asleep lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Fall asleep

Fall asleep

I got a crib so fat that

You'll get lost in that bitch

I got a car so fast that if I push one button, you won't see nothin'

I got a feelin' that if it wasn't for me it wouldn't be a lot of you niggas

Well copy this then

Spend a million, count another million before I

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

I woke up in Hawaii today

For real, I hope don't

None, these little young niggas try me today

Uh, cause between all of these closets and all of these boxes I got

Ooo, I got so much swag

That the people at the airport don't even wanna touch my bag

Only nigga in first class

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

And I roll that weed and get baked off

Before the plane even take off, nigga I

Fall asleep

Catch me on the road gettin' money

I'm in a whole different country by the time I

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

I'm flyer than most of 'em

Some try and hate, but most love 'em

Them dollars, got most of 'em

Thanks to who supplyin' what I'm rollin' up

All this kush in my mind got me slowin' up

Don't gotta smoke, I get high enough for both of us

Get a O and blow and get another O and blow another O

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Time lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Yeah

Who else you know smoke a half pound in seven days nigga

Drew on the boards

E on the beat

Uh, hahahahaha

I'm just doing what I usually do man

Sticking to the script no new lines

Uh, I spend a lot of nights thinking

How did I make it this far

I spend money every chance I get

Cause goddamn I work hard

Put here to take care of the family

But how was I supposed to know

If I don't take care of myself huhh

Then how am I supposed to grow

Still rollin' my 0's, and all of my fans, they all at my shows

They rollin' them pins and counting up all of them grams

We smoking 'til all of it's gone

Just bought a new crib and there's not enough space to fit all of my clothes

I'm just riding out in my ride

Smoking weed while I drive

Flying like we were time

Smoking weed while I drive

I spend a lot of days thinking

I hope this never gets old

Then I realize I'm on vacation

Somewhere it never gets cold

Some criticize decisions that I made

But fuck was I supposed to do

Long as I'm on everything is straight

Plus all my niggas on too

So you can't tell us nothing

Not a thing no discussion

You can smell what I'm smoking

Know it's dank that I'm puffin

Kinda high when I made this

On the plane hella comfy

On my way to the money

I'm just riding out in my ride

Smoking weed while I drive

Flying like we were time

Smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive

It's Nothin' lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. 2 Chainz)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Listen to this track, bitch!

I built this family on loyalty

Hm-mm, uh

Count another grip, smoke another zip

Let them young niggas tell it, I be on my shit

Make a 100K, spent it all today

What can I say? My DNA is Givenchy

What my swag is? Retarded, what I'm driving? Ferrari

What I'm rocking? Armani, Gianni, Versace, huh

Fuck around and I'll buy one of you broke niggas

My change, insane, my chain, oh that thing?

[Wiz Khalifa & 2 Chainz:]

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' weed 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin' (Oh)

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' trees 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin' (Yeah!) it's nothin', it's nothin' (Uh)

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin' (2 Chainz!) it's nothin'

[2 Chainz:]

My hair longer than your girl, go shawty, it's your world

Sub-zero flow, when I spit, I see snow flurries

Scarface, all out, a-a-all I want in this world

I mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl

It ain't nothin' to me but it's somethin' to you

Count money like it's somethin' to do

Summertime, I'm like, "Fuck the roof", winter time, I'm in 'Lo boots

And uh, it's nothin', I like bein' high because it's a better view

And, I told your ho my chain so cold, it's on Theraflu, uh

[Wiz Khalifa:]

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' weed 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin' (Oh)

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' trees 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

You niggas chasin' money, I'm on top of it

If it ain't money, don't know what the topic is

Don't come out 'til next year, that mean I'm rockin' it

Order thirty-seven bottles, call it poppin' shit

Goddamn, what you on?

A private plane, fuck you on?

Party in south of France when it's cold

Used to rock all that old shit 'til it got old

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' weed 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin' (Oh)

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' trees 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

Rise Above lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Pharrell, Tuki Carter & Amber Rose)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, you would have thought that from seeing me going hard

That that'd motivate these motherfuckers to get on they job

But instead they hating on what I've been doing

Having conversations in my face about what I should do for 'em

What I'mma do keep rolling and dropping weed on 'em

Pack my bags look like I'm staying for weeks but be gone in the morning

If the flight is private, we probably should board it

You see it you like it, I can probably afford it

If niggas really felt some type of way about the shit I'm doing

You picked a crazy time to start letting me know

Cause jealousy and envy that's a trait for mostly bitches

Not a man so you ain't one if you letting it show

Now the money like the weed how we letting it grow

And I ain't holding on to shit I'm letting it go

Started small but now we all in them bigger game

All in a bigger plane, ballin' and getting paid

[Wiz Khalifa:]

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

[Pharrell:]

Yeah, my phone is dead, but I got a contact

My sharpie paint pen on my Timbo combats

You talk shit, I won't respond back

But they gon' get, and you don't want that

That nigga will forget the deal

Remember what? Get for real

My whip appeal, my crib is real

My wrist as well you know...the Richard Mille

Hip-hop grunge nigga, I make her come quicker

Then rock toe socks, yellow sponge nigga

I Tebow, for hoes that eat hoes

Emojis fo' me and my people

The hoes love me, I'm on they TiVo

I work they thighs, and they kegels

Skateboard, I love Chanel

Retweet me bitch, I'm @Pharrell

[Wiz Khalifa:]

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

[Tuki Carter:]

Yeah, I hustle no muscle, I'll never be muzzled

I'm a piece to a puzzle, I'm Robert Townsend

And my words gon' Hollywood Shuffle

My nigga I move moo, my motivation is moves foo'

I get up and does do, I evenly do ten things at once

Multitaskin' super fast and king of tattin' super pimpin'

House of rollin' run a business while I'm tourin' on you bitches

Doing features while watching a double feature nigga

I see you suffering from haterism, get that check

I take nothin' and make somethin'

There's no breaks when the hustle's runnin'

Ain't dealin' with fakes, ain't fuckin' with snakes

They all in my face now they got what it takes

My nigga I'm straight

So don't reach out cause I peaced out

When I reached out, there's no response

Like knockin' on an empty house

Yeah, so I keep on while you peep on

What I be on and you're behind – that's what karma's about

[Wiz Khalifa:]

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

[Amber Rose:]

Man what the fuck is wrong with these niggas

They rollin' up, let alone doin' a song with these niggas

Claimin' they ballin', to me they playin'

These niggas ain't really doin' what they sayin'

Man what the fuck is wrong with these niggas

They rollin' up, let alone doin' a song with these niggas

Claimin' they ballin', to me they playin'

These niggas ain't really doin' what they sayin'

Initiation lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Lola Monroe)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Sledgren

Sledro!

You've always been a fool man, but you're stupid for this one nigga

This is for my young niggas, this is for my paid niggas

This is for my wild niggas, this is for my gang members

This is for the ones that don't care 'bout bein' hood niggas

This is for them badasses, this is for them good niggas

This is for them fly niggas, this ain't for them broke niggas

This is for high niggas, roll one up and smoke, nigga

This is for them boss niggas that be gettin' paper

This is for them real niggas, this ain't for them fakers

This is for them Taylors

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

Yeah I got it, so I flaunt it

And I bought it cause I want it

Screamin' fuck a bitch nigga and a hater

This is for them

This is for them lil' niggas that be goin' so hard

That be on they grind, know exactly where they post are

Tryin' to get they cheese, tryin' to get they pocket so large

This for niggas over-seas, this is for them dope boys

This is for them joint-smokers, this is for them gin-sippers

This ain't for no ho niggas, this ain't for no bitch niggas

This is for them rich niggas that be gettin' paper

All I do is ball, nigga, that's my human nature

This is for them niggas who know that they got strong pack

If it ain't strong, we don't blow that

If it ain't strong, it's gon' go back

Money so long, that shit throw-back

And my nigga, this shit paid for, I don't owe that

It's a movie dog, it's a Kodak

And I'm so gone, see you later

This ain't for y'all

This is for them Taylors

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

Yeah I got it, so I flaunt it

And I bought it cause I want it

Screamin' fuck a bitch nigga and a hater

This is for them

[Lola Monroe:]

Monroe, Taylor Gang's .44, four door (Door)

For dough, four more coupes then blow mo'

It's about to go down like a credit score

Your broke ass can't even use debit, whore

Versace decor from the bed to the floor

Have several seats or exit door

Pussy sweet, shoe mean

We ain't gettin' money, 'chu mean?

Whole time your pockets' tighter than a new weave

Fuck 'em, we gon' roll up like two sleeves

Taylor Gang, we down to bang

Y'all pussy weed blanks from failure range

They could never duplicate my Taylor frames

It's the Taylor ring, got a Taylor dame

For this cheese, oh snap

And focus on my headshots

And I ain't never loafin', you won't catch me with bread knots

Eenie, meenie, minie fuckin' mo

All these birds be goosin', so I be duckin' hoes

N-never had an issue givin' bitches my ass to kiss

Wiz told me get 'em so I'm comin' out blastin' bitch

[Wiz Khalifa:]

This is for them Taylors

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

Yeah I got it, so I flaunt it

And I bought it cause I want it

Screamin' fuck a bitch nigga and a hater

This is for them

[Amber Rose:]

Hey baby, it's me

Um, I know you out there performin' right now, but

I just wanted to leave you a little message

To let you know how much I love you

And I miss you

And I wish you were home with me right now

But I'm so proud of you

And I'm so happy that you're doin' so well out there

I miss you baby, I miss you so much

I can't wait to see you

I love you, mwah, bye

No Limit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

Uh, then go crowd around it

And tell everyone that live in your whole town about it

Gon' and roll up that good weed, I put about a pound in

And get high as the mountains

I remember the days when niggas used to have some love for a g

But now they doubt it

Would've been down with me and my team, but now they outted

Put my all in my everything and what I got is

So much money I can't even motherfuckin' count it

Uh, and you can have all of this

After all the hard work you can have all of this

Money and the cars, clothes, you can have all of this

Roll up in the best clubs, you can have all the women

Homie when the checks come, you can have all of this

When you put your family on, you can have all of this

When you let the stress go, you can have all of this

You lookin' at the best, so that's why I got all of this

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

Uh, uh-huh, no pain

Oh, uh-huh, no gain

Who said we can't change the world?

Look how we changed the game

Uh, uh-huh, no pain

Oh, uh-huh, no gain

Who said we can't change the world?

Look how we changed the game

Look how far up we came, shit

Look how my chain done changed

Man look at they faces

Now when they look in our faces

Look when they look in our faces

They look at us and we're famous

And I don't know where my plane is

I haven't been home in ages

Got people blowin' my phone up

So many important waivers

My marijuana's the loudest

That mean my weed is the greatest

I give a fuck about a hater

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

Uh, how far you gotta go 'til you feel like you're already home?

And how much you gotta spend

Til you realize that you really never goin' broke

How many motherfuckers gotta tell you that you changed

Cause you got a little change

And how the fuck they gon' tell you you the best

When they told somebody else the same thing

(Come on) Cause you fly first class every day?

(Come on) Cause you roll up all that grass every day?

(Come on) Cause you spend up all that cash every day?

(Come on) Drivin' them foreign cars fast every day?

(Come on) And if you ain't, this the kind of shit you need to get on

I'm talkin' Audimar Piguets leather seats I sit on

This ain't just how I feel today, this the shit I been on, I been on

People always talkin' about what they think they know

About what they think I'm doin', how I feel, and where I go

But no matter how much money I make, I'm gon' stay the same

Since I've been up at the top ain't too much changed

Cause we already on

We already on

We already on

And on and on, and on and on

Never smoked weed that was quite this strong

Never took a flight this long

Never drank champagne in Italy

Never spent a night in Rome

But it's funny cause those are the exact same things

That helped me write this song

Caught up livin' a life where tryin' to do all the right things feels wrong

So I keep rollin' and lightin' up and prayin' to God that we live long

It's summertime, lights fade away

It's wintertime, let's make it summer

Don't look down, keep your head up

Don't look down, keep your head up

It's summertime, lights fade away

It's wintertime, let's make it summer

Don't look down, keep your head up

Don't look down, keep your head up

People always talkin' about what they think they know

About what they think I'm doin', how I feel, and where I go

But no matter how much money I make, I'm gon' stay the same

Since I've been up at the top ain't too much changed

Cause we already on

We already on

We already on