We Dem Boyz lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Yeah ayy!

Yeah ayy!

Yeah boyz

Yeah

Hol' up, hol' up

Hol' up, we dem boyz

Hol' up, we dem boyz

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

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up

Hol' up, we dem boyz

Hol' up, we dem boyz

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

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up

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

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

Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow

Throwin money on her like she won the lotto

Pussy must be serious

Hol' up, scared of heights come face your fears

Hol' up, hol' up

Do it just like Nicki gon' and bend it over

Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner

Young nigga but I'm ready

Oh, foreign girls call me sexy

And white girls gimme becky

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

Hol' up, we dem boyz

Hol' up, we dem boyz

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

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up

Hol' up, we dem boyz

Hol' up, we dem boyz

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

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up

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

Number 1, bitch you can't replace me

Leave the club these hoes be tryin' to chase me

You got a ass so fat let's make a baby (and another one!)

Damn, I'm smokin' weed in my Mercedes

Hol' up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy

Man they money slim, they actin shady

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

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

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

Man on the low all these hoes be actin so material

Hol' up, man did you see her interior

Hol' up, we dem boyz

Hol' up, we dem boyz

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

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up

Hol' up, we dem boyz

Hol' up, we dem boyz

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

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up

Promises lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Say baby, I'ma wait up for you

I'ma have my way with your body

And when I'm done touching you

I bet you won't wanna

Give yourself to nobody

Baby when the lights go out

It's like we're the only ones

And I already feel it now

It's like you're the only one

Only one who knows just how

How to make the time stand still

We're caught in the moment

So don't let me down

You made those promises

Don't take em back now

Don't let me down

Do all the things you said that had me going

Let's get caught in the moment

Let's get caught in the moment

Smoking one and rolling one

I come and break you down for fun

You love it when I get up in it

Kiss your body when I'm finished

My drop crotch is by Knomadik

My drop top is automatic

Put you in it, now you tweaking

I kidnap you for the weekend

Rolling up and going up

I'm smoking weed and pouring up

I take that money, hold it up

I take your legs and fold em up

I take my time, I break it down

I tell you not to make a sound

I take that KK, pass it round

Your clothes keep dropping to the ground

So don't let me down

You made those promises

Don't take em back now

Don't let me down

Do all the things you said that had me going

Let's get caught in the moment

Let's get caught in the moment

KK lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J, Project Pat)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Is this the top? Uh

I got my own weed, sucker, so I ain't gotta hit yours

I'm talking straight indo, ahh

Cali weed blowing like a Rastaman

Kush seed straight from Afghanistan

Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow

Smoke a P strong every day, I'm

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

I need it all the time, don't know what else to say

It's always on my mind, that's why every day

I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Put it in a joint, not a blunt

Don't disrespect mine, player

This not the two, this the one

Don't even need a scale

Back in high school I used to be the weedman

Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man

11th grade, made my way up to a P, man

And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man

And you don't even gotta ask

You know it by the smell

I treat every day like it's a payday

Top down, counting up the cake and

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

I need it all the time, don't know what else to say

It's always on my mind, that's why every day

I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

[Juicy J:]

I got KK in my pipe, pockets fat like Kelly Price

If you wanna take a hit you can't be afraid of heights

You gon' need some new lungs, roll me up a blunt-a-thon

While I'm smoking out the bong getting sucked like a thumb

Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze

I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J

Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon taste

Never hit the bong, let me demonstrate

[Project Pat:]

Go and roll it, chief and choking, marijuana, reefer smoking

Tried to sell me some under reggie, foot up in his colon

Call the doctor, call the clinic, bullshit we staying with

Your life ain't worth a motherfuckin' quarter but you payin' with it

Khalifa kush a hundred pounds, that's a half a mil

Memphis streets so eat this like a baby, like Enfamil

Lungs full of KK, have your mind on a runway

Blow my high, motherfucker, I'mma shoot up like an AK

[Juicy J:]

My white house higher than Willie Nelson

On dabs the wax is melting

These clouds are smoking, help me, I'm flying like Elroy Jetson

I might bring a dispensary down in Tennessee

Whole pounds of granddaddy, but he ain't no kin to me

(I'm staying with the greens, like collard)

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

I need it all the time, don't know what else to say

It's always on my mind, that's why every day

I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing Khalifa Kush

Blowing Khalifa Kush

Blowing Khalifa Kush

Blowing Khalifa Kush

House In The Hills lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Got no time for the conversations or funny shit

Nigga, only the reals who I get my money with

Used to turn on the TV, see what I want

And now the same one I dreamed about, the same one I'm stuntin' in

In the 6-2, almost 26

And every nigga that I'm with got a zip

I look at this shit as one big table and best believe every nigga I'm with got a sit

They try to hold us back, paint a picture of us, then sell it straight to the public

You young, black, then you thuggin'

What they don't talk about the kid that came from nothin'

Who stuck to what he believed in and turned himself into something great

They should use that story to motivate

But instead they'd rather focus on the fact that he's a pothead

Not the fact there's not a lot where I lived

25 and not dead

I'm tryna tell you somethin', this shit's real

When you work hard to get it that's how you feel

Them haters talk but they knowin' they ain't in the way, no

We started small to them houses in the hills

To them houses in the hills

Houses in the hills

Houses in the hills

To them houses in them hills

You make a little money, take care and right yourself

And people start coming up with they hand out

People take their stresses and make them yours

Well that's just what comes with being a man

I try to do all that I can to make sure that

My son grow up without having to see half of the stuff I've been through

But in life we all got our own path

Don't understand that by now you won't begin to

Cop another Rollex or Porsche try and get even with me

Pulled up to the club, swear it looked like the dealer with me

Cause we had so many cars it was stupid

So I don't see a reason to try and reason with me

Made a couple million and fast too

They ain't teach a young nigga that in the classroom

Or how to make your people better by taking knowledge and spreadin' it

Instead bein' in the game, be ahead of it, in a better whip

I'm tryna tell you somethin', this shit's real

When you work hard to get it that's how you feel

Them haters talk but they knowin' they ain't in the way, no

We started small to them houses in the hills

To them houses in the hills

Houses in the hills

Houses in the hills

To them houses in them hills

[Curren$y:]

Thousand dollar benefit plates

No matter how high the stakes, niggas never outta place

Now I'm high, Empire State

Drunk stumblin', never will I tumble far from grace

I'm one of them under-celebrated greats

Under the influence of what Uncle Snoop threw me

Soon as I stepped off the plane

Switchin' four lanes like Jay and Jermaine

Killin' beats, visitin' grave sites and pissin' champagne

I been in the crib enjoying my habits

Suckers figured this'll be the perfect time to try me

Try me

Assumptions that I'm lunchin', gettin' sloppy

I'm just gettin' better, seasoned veteran

Eagle eye perspective, scope before I go in

Come out with the whole hen

A dollar and a dream

Have a house on the hill and the world on a string

I'm tryna tell you somethin', this shit's real

When you work hard to get it that's how you feel

Them haters talk but they knowin' they ain't in the way, no

We started small to them houses in the hills

We started small to them houses in the hills

We started small to them houses in the hills

To them houses in the hills

Houses in the hills

Houses in the hills

To them houses in them hills

Ass Drop lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Goddamn, Goddamn

How the hell you get all that ass in them pants?

How you drinkin' and you ain't got no glass?

And how you came in here and you ain't got no man, what

Damn, to me you look perfect

Bend that ass over; let me see how you work it

Poppin' and shakin', get on your knees hit the dirt

Girl I go so deep in that pussy while he just hitting the surface

What is you sayin'?

Drop it down on it

Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it

Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it

Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it

Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss

Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin' for a real nigga

Go and do somethin' for a boss

Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

You got a ass make a nigga wanna buy a ring

You got a ass make a nigga spend errything

You got a ass make a nigga wanna buy a ring

You got a ass make a nigga spend errything

If you've got an ass like the girls in the videos

Go and bring it my way

Ass so big it could swallow up a stripper pole

I ain't playin', no I ain't playin'

Bust it down on me, I need it, throw it, a boss wanna see it

Just give me a call and I'll beat it

I'll be all where your seat is

Mary Jane got me moving slow

I blow that by the (O, O, O, O...)

Uh

Drop it down on it

Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it

Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it

Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it

Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss

Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin' for a real nigga

Go and do somethin' for a boss

Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

Got a fat ass

Go on and shake that shit

Got a fat ass

Go on and shake that shit

Whoa

Got a fat ass

Go on and shake that shit

You got a fat ass

Go on and shake that shit

Damn

Drop it down on it

Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it

Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it

Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it

Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss

Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin' for a real nigga

Go and do somethin' for a boss

Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

Raw lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Leather on leather nigga, that's raw

Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW

Bitch so bad had to hit it raw

Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw

And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car

Niggas want beef, you can get it raw

Got these niggas sick, everything is raw

Ask me how I'm living mane, I'm living raw

Rolling joints like Ice Cube, living raw like dayday

Get a pound by next Friday, get me gone and I'll be faded

And they say I got that raw, yeah I got that Slim Shady

They be running for that pure, Yelawolf that MGK

I got a house like Scarface's, got a car that win races

Got some KK in the jar, know it's raw when you taste it

Eating sushi with my broad, order raw when you place it

Niggas say that they want war, I'm the wrong one to play with

Riding round, blowing pounds, so much loud

On a cloud, roll up now, throwing thou's

In your town, how it sound

Really do some for the game when they started stealing your style

Bring the kush, it's going down

Leather on leather nigga, that's raw

Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW

Bitch so bad had to hit it raw

Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw

And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car

Niggas want beef, you can get it raw

Got these niggas sick, everything is raw

Ask me how I'm living, I'm

Niggas over doing shit, I just give it to em raw

Drinking Bombay straight, buying bottles from the bar

Book a flight with Miley Cyrus, and we going to the stars

Got that ODB 'cause they say they like it raw

I got a four fifty engine, in the hood of my car

It sound like a dinosaur, you should hear it when it roar

I let Tuki hit the wax, he was sleeping on the floor

Hear a nigga talking shit when we creeping through your door

Her homegirl said she wanna leave with her best friend

She gon' suck it like a straw

I got dollars, I got diamonds, plus I blow it by the onion

I'm a give it to them raw

Leather on leather nigga, that's raw

Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW

Bitch so bad had to hit it raw

Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw

And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car

Niggas want beef, you can get it raw

Got these niggas sick, everything is raw

Ask me how I'm living, I'm

Stayin Out All Night lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

I had so much champagne up in the club

And ain't come up here tonight looking for love

I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor

I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home

So would you take me home? (Yeah)

I had so much champagne up in the club

And ain't come up here tonight looking for love

I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor

I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home

So would you take me home? (Yeah)

Now we rollin' up, stayin' out all night

Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

Getting drunk, stayin' out all night

Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

Crashing a party, stayin' out all night

Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

Getting this money, stayin' out all night

Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

Leaving all my problems at the door

Pouring up, soon as you think it's enough they bringin' more

Hanging onto what niggas told me "get your paper up"

You work hard for what you got, they could never take it from you

All you need is a little patience, let me demonstrate

All my niggas in the game, we talkin' 'cause we been through it

Rolling weed in raw papers, taking shots, gin got me faded

If I get back to your spot, won't know how I made it

Now I made my way in the game

So much money, don't know how a nigga stayin' the same

I'm too straight, I get high all day, I take it straight to the brain

I stay fly all week, like seven days on a plane

Came here to spend it not leave with it

Got KK rolled up, let my team hit it

Some Bombay, let's sip 'til it's mayday

That fuck shit don't play

(Laughs)

I had so much champagne up in the club

And ain't come up here tonight looking for love

I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor

I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home

So would you take me home? (Yeah)

I had so much champagne up in the club

And ain't come up here tonight looking for love

I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor

I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home

So would you take me home? (Yeah)

Yeah, keep the good times rollin' and the champagne pourin'

On the plane and I don't know where I'm goin'

Make sure my team keep ballin' and the hoes keep callin'

And the money keep fallin' on the floor

Where you tryna go, only care about what's in your drink

You tryna go hard, don't think about tomorrow

Don't care about what people think

You don't care about waitin' outside

You be with everybody up in the front

You yellin' "face down, ass up" up in the club

And now we all turning up (let's party)

I'm in the club rolling weed like I'm Marley

Smoking dearly departed

That's kill, too real, come to me get it started

And The bottles be poppin' like its 4th of July

We just pourin' them shots, back shooting corks in the sky

Pouring some for the girls, and pouring more for my guys

Cause we made it my niggas, I just wanna thank my niggas

Hear them niggas talking shit, but they ain't my niggas

Now we rollin' up, stayin' out all night

Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

Getting drunk, stayin' out all night

Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

Crashing a party, stayin' out all night

Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

Getting this money, stayin' out all night

Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

I had so much champagne up in the club

And ain't come up here tonight looking for love

I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor

I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home

So would you take me home? (Yeah)

The Sleaze lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

This year I'm going insane, mental disease

Puttin' a bar up to a place, niggas can't reach

Bout to cop so many chains, li'l Mr. T

The way she give me brain, she need a degree

She dropped it to the floor, she did it for the cheese

Told her that I need some more, she did it with sleaze

Clique full of G's

And they go ape, don't swing through the trees

Try 'em, them triggers will squeeze

Did it with sleaze

And your wifey love a nigga with sleeves

Hit it and leave

I ain't stressing, when will you niggas believe

Shit is a breeze

Give me the keys

Just copped the newest thang, get it with ease

Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

They say I run the game, literally

I'm walking to the bank, get it with sleaze

My car is sleazy, my squad is sleazy

My job is sleazy, its way too easy

Just got the newest thang, get it with ease

Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

Ain't too much hustling

Get it go straight to the bank, my nigga I can't get enough of it

Ashes all over my jeans, if this shit stank I'm puffing it

Trying to do shit just like Puff did it

Dirty ass game, ain't no loving it

That nigga hates, bitches lovin' it

They say I run the game

Got fortune, fuck the fame

My garage is like a showroom

Couple ounces in my brain

Damn she fine, thick as can be

Buy me all the newest things, ma this dick ain't for free

Everywhere I go I'm weed scented

Rock crew necks ripped jean with em

Take no swag, mix sleaze with it

Take your ho, spend cheese with us

Everywhere I go, I'm weed scented

Rock crew-necks reps jeans with it

Take no swag, mix sleaze with it

Taylor Gang, we beez with it

Just got the newest thang, get it with ease

Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

They say I run the game, literally

I'm walking to the bank, get it with sleaze

My car is sleazy, my squad is sleazy

My job is sleazy, its way too easy

Just got the newest thang, get it with ease

Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

Taylor Gang

If you real badass, you know what the fuck I'm talking bout

Fuck the rules, we make our own

I'm my own boss

I count my own money

I fire the fuck out of you niggas If I feel like it

And I'm sleazy as hell

Feel me?

Just got the newest thang, get it with ease

Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

They say I run the game, literally

I'm walking to the bank, get it with sleaze

My car is sleazy, my squad is sleazy

My job is sleazy, its way too easy

Just got the newest thang, get it with ease

Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

So High lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ghost Loft)

First thing uh huh, wake up out a dream uh huh

Grab a lighter uh huh, something I can steam uh huh

Bong rip uh huh, make sure its clean uh huh

Smoke sesh uh huh, nigga what you mean uh huh

In my car uh huh, cruising down the street uh huh

So stoned I'mm need something to eat uh huh

No tray uh huh, ashes on my seat uh huh

Highed up uh huh, Taylors on my feet uh huh

Cloud 9 uh huh, going through my mind uh huh

Take a toke uh huh, hold it 'til you choke huh uh

Moving forward uh huh, cruising on my board uh huh

Still got more uh huh, burn it til it's short uh huh

(And I be floating)

And I get so high, fuck around and never come down

(Higher than a motherfucker)

I get so high, I get so high

(And I be floating)

And I get so high, fuck around and never come down

(High than a motherfucker)

I get so high, I get so high

(And I be higher than a motherfucker)

High up and we're floating

Don't know where we're going

Night until the morning

We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Higher then we're floating

Don't know where we're going

Night until the morning

We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Tell that nigga use a grinder for that weed uh huh

And tell him "roll another joint don't fall asleep" uh huh

Smoke peace uh huh, pipe like a chief uh huh

Heard you got a cheaper price for that reefer huh

What you need? Uh huh, never find a seed uh huh

Take a dab uh huh, straight THC uh huh

For the highest in the room look at me uh huh

Somewhere in the clouds that's where we wanna be uh huh

Got you shook uh uh, not just for the look uh huh

Half the day uh huh, rolled the whole book uh huh

Drive slow uh huh, blow it by the O uh huh

Eyes low uh huh, everybody know it damn

(And I be floating)

And I get so high, fuck around and never come down

(Higher than a motherfucker)

I get so high, I get so high

(And I be floating)

I get so high

Fuck around and never come down

(And I be higher than a motherfucker)

I get so high, I get so high

(And I be higher than a motherfucker)

Higher then we're floating

Don't know where we're going

Night until the morning

We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Higher then we're floating

Don't know where we're going

Night until the morning

We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Growing up uh huh, never gave a fuck uh huh

Pulling out the 62 and showing up uh huh

Twenty-six, guess that mean I'm growing up uh huh

Pouring up uh huh, all my niggas rolling up

Making sure that

And I get so high, fuck around and never come down

(Higher than a motherfucker)

I get so high, I get so high

(And I be floating)

And I get so high, fuck around and never come down

(And I be higher than a motherfucker)

I get so high, I get so high

(And I be floating)

Higher then we're floating

Don't know where we're going

Night until the morning

We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Higher then we're floating

Don't know where we're going

Night until the morning

We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Still Down lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

All my niggas is day ones

I only fuck with A1's

You niggas know what the gang is

We young black and dangerous

Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down

Still down with the shit

Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down

Still down, still down

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, they can't believe I'm still here

Made a million dollars but I wouldn't replace it for nothin'

A lotta niggas been killed here

I done seen niggas get they whole shit blown off in public

A lotta blood, sweat, and hope came from this block

When floodin', a lotta dope came from this block

But fuck it, I'm in my whip pushing buttons

I think about the ones that dead and gone and ones that still thuggin'

Uh, and they still down

Got no love for them pussy ass motherfuckers, cause they still clowns

Smokin real pounds, just bought a real home

Me and my watch, both real stoned

Pour some gin, man it's all about the m's

New Ferrari or a Benz, get a joint and hold it in

And I been with the same niggas since they was hitting licks

And yeah they still with the shits

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

All my niggas is day ones

I only fuck with A1's

You niggas know what the gang is

We young black and dangerous

Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down

Still down with the shit

Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down

Still down, still down

[Chevy Woods:]

(Yeah, Taylor Gang, Chevy)

Yo, tell them niggas we nothin' alike

They see us and imitate what they want to be like

What's hand and hand to them J's next day on the flight

Shit, where I'm from if you're out too late then you're playing with your life

Bet they feel how I feel, dinner out in Brazil

My day ones'll see about you for me for real

And the finest of fashion, makin' a statement

Who thought it used to take me to get it now anything we can afford it

Hate us so much that I'm cakin', I ain't mad at them at all

Just know about this dough, don't make or make you a John

Huh, the same ones that been A1's

A few niggas gone act different when that change come

Yeah, horsepower from that kitchen vision

It's Taylor Gang, when you they ask you tell them we the business

Them niggas tryna copy us, they lookin' stupid

Swear, dressing all crazy, boy you look like a build-a-bear

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

All my niggas is day ones

I only fuck with A1's

You niggas know what the gang is

We young black and dangerous

Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down

Still down with the shit

Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down

Still down, still down

Still down, down, down, down, down

All day errday I come around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round

We stay down, down, down, down, down

All day errday they say we wouldn't make it

It's just me and my niggas

Just me and my niggas

All my niggas is day ones

I only fuck with A1's

You niggas know what the gang is

We young black and dangerous

Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down

Still down with the shit

Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down

Still down, still down

No Gain lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

We started?

I've got so much, so much shit to do, don't even know where to start

Be here forever

I think that's the plan, you know?

Start here, end up there

Soon as you think something's goin' on you start back over

It's never gonna be the same

I ain't complainin' though

I really wouldn't have it any other way

NIGGA

Every day you wake up your destiny depends on what you do

Sometimes I roll one when I'm stressed out and sometimes I roll two

Here people sayin' shit about the way I am but I know that ain't true

At times I feel like I'm all by myself and I know you do too

I made some phone calls and checked emails cause I'm always grinding

Ain't no rush, I do things slow cause it's all about timing

Some people think when you get to this point in life you've made it

I've seen so many settle for less, that's when talent get wasted

I ain't there, but if I can I'ma try to be perfect

And for those who ridin' with me, I'ma try to make it worth it

I drink too much, I prefer weed 'cause it's better for the stress

I just woke up, I don't get sleep, boy, my schedule's a mess

Man, I work hard (goddamn, shit)

Man, I work hard (what? Whoa)

Man, I work hard (literally, nigga, work, get your bags, let's go)

Man, I work hard (we on, nigga)

It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)

It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)

It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)

No pain

Man, I work hard

Just left another one

Just rolled another one

Just got another check

'Bout to thumb through another one

Fallin' asleep on the plane, no sleep, the flight come with one

Young nigga holdin' it down, don't care if it make you uncomfortable

Hardly spend nights at the crib, homie that's just how I live

Don't even go hard for myself, I got a wife and a kid

I don't ever question the biz, nigga it is what it is

You niggas ain't killin shit, no you niggas ain't killin shit

What they doin'? They say nothin'

Where they goin'? They say nothin'

Call my phone, it ain't nothin'

I smoke a lot, but don't judge me

Prolly wake up earlier than all of you niggas

Mafuckas always hate on the squad

But all the hatin' mafuckas always hatin ain't get paid

Man, I work hard

Man, I work hard (fuck!)

Man, I work hard (I mean like goddamn what you want me to say?)

Man, I work hard (it's what I do!)

It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)

It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)

It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)

No pain

Man, I work hard

True Colors lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Wiz Khalifa (Nicki Minaj):]

Taylor Gang, let's get it

(Young Money)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

There's some people coming with me and I know who they are

And some that ain't gon' make it and I know who they are

And I know they ain't gon' like it but it's quite alright

I ain't need no one my whole life, and I done alright

I can do bad by myself, these days you never can tell

Except the people who been with me and they know who they are

Yeah they know my true colors and they see what they are

When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it

And that green inside they hide it, cause that's they true colors

When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty

And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

All I do is smoke weed and get paid

That jealousy I can see in they face

That green is all that I make, call it fate

Or call me perfect with timing

Call me crazy, don't call my phone

Call me covered with diamonds

Call me boss man, young Khalifa man

I was on the ground when y'all wasn't sticking to the plan

Learn the game just like the back of my hand

Back in demand, back with them bands

She on her back, back of the Benz (God damn)

When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it

And that green inside they hide it, cause that's they true colors

When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty

And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

Cause that's my true colors

Cause that's my true colors

When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it

And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

[Nicki Minaj:]

I said, "Baby we made it", even though niggas hated

Did everything I stated, I am so innovative

All my girls getting faded and all my whips candy painted

Call me Nicki M. Ali, these bitches know I'm the greatest

Cause I pull up in the white, pull up with the black

Pull up in the back, pull up with some niggas that be yellin' braaaat

Have the hella best fans, hella wet sands, hella jet plans

Married to the game they don't need a best man

They know I'm a mogul for real, I branded a color

Pink is the color, can't wait to unveil the Pinkprint cover

[Wiz Khalifa:]

When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it

And that green inside they hide it, cause that's they true colors

When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty

And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

Cause that's my true colors

Cause that's my true colors

When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it

And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

Always been, always was

The one who win, ain't tryna take a loss

Counting faces, spending faces

Being faceless, look at they faces, oh

Real that's my true colors

Rich that's my true colors

If you a real nigga, let's get it, let's get it

If you a rich nigga, let's get it, let's get it

When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it

And that green inside they hide it, cause that's they true colors

When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty

And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

Cause that's my true colors

Cause that's my true colors

When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it

And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

We Dem Boyz (Remix) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Rick Ross, Schoolboy Q & Nas)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah, hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz

Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz

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

Hol' up, we dem boyz

Now I've been in this game for a long time

And I'm still getting money, ohh

Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz (Ohh)

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

[Rick Ross:]

Paranoid as a child, blessed to be a dreamer

Bitch we dem boyz, nigga we the Beatles

1-8-7, no appeal, get it how you live

Before I go broke, accountants jump off a bridge

First round draft pick, hittas stay in the field

On that poor side of town, grinding to pay our bills

They hate to see you flourish, so I draw the curtains

I'm so high up in the sky, that my I won't get no service

Democracy be the dope, community in the choke

The warden just caught his case, he was looking forward to vote

Nigga count your blessings, lighters on the dresser

I scoped it, a whole body, so yes I'm well invested

[Schoolboy Q:]

From Figueroa to the airport to them Iceland hoes

Head to London then to Paris, double sold out shows

Then I fell asleep in my Saint-Laurent and woke up to stunt more

And just recent nigga, my teeth is nickel, got disco-ball glow, uh

Niggas throwin' shots but I dodge 'em all, you can't touch this

Don't believe if my name involved in some punk shit, uh, yeah

Half a mil a week, a crib by the beach and got bank roll

Got a bitch who got booty cheeks and good neck though

Hold up, hol' up, hol' up, this game we play, you can't control us

Hol' up, hol' up, they knew us cause the way we pulled up

Hold up, hol' up, my bitch, her shape like Coca-Cola

Hold up, hol' up, Wiz on joints, my woods be rolled up

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah, hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz

Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz

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

Hol' up, we dem boyz

Now I've been in this game for a long time

And I'm still getting money, ohh

Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz (Ohh)

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

[Nas:]

I never give a rat a pass, it's the fattest ass that attracts me

How do I define Nasty? Ghastly, explain Esco

Plain and simple, with a redbone in the Benzo sippin' XO

From the Don to God's Son, the Project Prophet, the live one

The father of Destiny, Knight's pops, Will's man

Jungle's brother, girl, I house you like the Jungle Brothers

Understand, I shine before ya'll time

I been outside when T La Rock invented rhymes

When dinner time and BBS's on tinted Saab's was getting robbed

I'm 20 in, still outside, don't ask for it

That parched up from here on, that half moon is that Nas cut

We been 'em niggas that's been them niggas, ask any nigga

Mass Appeal, HSTRY, Henny sippers, let's get it nigga

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz

Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz

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

Hol' up, we dem boyz

[Nas & Wiz Khalifa:]

Ayo Wiz, come meet me out in Vegas

Them new releases coming out at 12 AM

Look, we gotta stay fresh playboy, yeah, yeah

Ain't nothing you could do about it, we dem boyz, uhh

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Keys to my estate, put the cheese inside a safe

Drinkin' by the case, that be the reason why they hate

Fresh up out a cell to the seats of private planes

Roll at least an ounce a day, smokin' weed is my escape

Peddle to the floor, make sure my niggas straight

Every city-state, I'm tryna break the piggie bank

Some niggas get put on, some niggas get played

Take another selfie, watch my lawyer beat the case

We dem boyz

Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz

Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz

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

Hol' up, we dem boyz

Now I've been in this game for a long time

And I'm still getting money, ohh

Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz (Ohh)

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

You And Your Friends lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Snoop Dogg & Ty Dolla Sign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

I got all these J's rolled up

And I got all these drinks poured up

I bought all these bottles up in this club

Came here with all of my dogs

But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends

Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends, whoa

I got all these J's rolled up

And I got all these drinks poured up

I bought all these bottles up in this club

Came here with all of my dogs

But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends

Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends, whoa

[Wiz Khalifa:]

You and your friends, up in my car

Rolling up J's, flying with the stars

Don't gotta ask the price 'cause you already know

Watch full of ice, no light it still glow

It's you and your friends, me and my dogs

Left your nigga to be with my squad

He talk a lot of shit, but he ain't really on

He hit it too soft, but me I go hard, like

Oohy baby, when you with me you go crazy

I want you to be my lady

Girl you could bring your girlfriends, I ain't hating

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

I got all these J's rolled up

And I got all these drinks poured up

I bought all these bottles up in this club

Came here with all of my dogs

But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends

Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends, whoa

[Snoop Dogg:]

I'm parked outfront in a Range Rover

Coke white, so tight, game over

Coupe to the block, bop to the bang

Car full of girls in a blue Mustang

Four y'all, more y'all, caravan

V.I.P model in hand, bottle in hand

Wobble again

I make it crack in the back a Benz while cracking the frame

On the highway, just me and Wiz

With a dirty dozen, about to handle this

Was they cousins or was they twins?

I love it when they both go all in

Like that, this one and that one

See he wants the cute one, I want the fat one

Does she pay what she weigh?

I'm looking for a Jennifer Holiday in my way

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

I got all these J's rolled up

And I got all these drinks poured up

I bought all these bottles up in this club

Came here with all of my dogs

But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends

Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends, whoa

I got all these J's rolled up

And I got all these drinks poured up

I bought all these bottles up in this club

Came here with all of my dogs

But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends

Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends, whoa

On Me lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Jeezy)

What's up? What's happening Jeezy? I just touched down

These hoes on me, Jeezy, for real

[Jeezy:]

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

They make it so bad, these bitches want me

Spent the whole thirty grand, blew the whole clique, damn

When I fell up in the spot the forty on me

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

There be no hating, no faking, no lying, no snitching

You play with it, you go there, you cross line, I'm tripping

Them hoes try them long clips, I'm going straight loco

Your clique poor, you dead broke, I'm world wide, you local

I'm grinding, I'm shining, I'm stunting, I'm flexing

Them bitches you came with, they all in my section

They smoking, we drinking, they turnt up, they sipping

She spilled Don P on me, I said bitch you tripping

My weed costs, my belt costs, my jeans cost a grip, bitch

And you know that four cal is right here on hip, bitch

Two door cost half mil, that there be rich shit

Don't know me? You hate me? That there be bitch shit

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

They make it so bad, these bitches want me

Spent the whole thirty grand, blew the whole clique, damn

When I fell up in the spot the forty on me

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Keep the shit talking, turn me up a little more, uh

Oh my God, look what I just bought

Another presidential rollie, don't ask what it costs

And you might get lost, come into my crib

I'm just a young nigga, getting it how I live

I'm supposed to stacking, supposed to be grinding

Supposed to be swagging, supposed to be shining

Supposed to be way up ahead of my game

While you in back, or stuck in the line

I'm spending my cash, I'm in this bitch, rolling my grass up

Club's so packed in there, can't no one get past us

Oh, I'm with my whole crew, spent thirty thousand in the club

That's what I'm supposed to do, say fuck the chase

I drink it straight, like what I'm supposed to do

If you made what I made a show you'd probably throw it too

[Jeezy:]

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

They make it so bad, these bitches want me

Spent the whole thirty grand, blew the whole clique, damn

When I fell up in the spot the forty on me

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I told a bitch to bring her friend, like what I'm supposed to do

I bought a bottle, drink it straight, like what I'm supposed to do

I hit the club on hella hoes, like what I'm supposed to do

And V.I.P. be rolling drugs, like what I'm supposed to do

You see me driving foreign cars, like what I'm supposed to do

A hundred deep up in this bitch, can't see me rolling through

This nigga tripping, took his bitch, like what I'm supposed to do

A young rich nigga, I'm buying for my whole crew

And I'll serve a nigga pound if he roll through

Real niggas with me and they well known too

And if I'm smoking one you best believe she smoking too

A million dollars, one summer, what I'm supposed to do, uh

[Jeezy:]

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

They make it so bad, these bitches want me

Spent the whole thirty grand, blew the whole clique, damn

When I fell up in the spot the forty on me

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me

What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

mixtape: 28 Grams (2014)

 

• Aw Shit
• Maan
• Let'R
• James Bong
• What Iss Hittin
• Pure
• Get That Zip Off
• Foreign
• Incense
• Like Jimmy
• Samo
• Jim Brown
• Up Down
• On The Way
• Word On The Town
• On A Plane
• Banger
• Comb Over
• The Last
• Handle My Biz
• My Nigs
• How To Be Real
• Something Special
• OUY
• OG Bobby Taylor
• Wont Stop
• The Rain
• Different So Fast

Aw Shit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 It's about time right?

Where's the 'dro?

Drama Wiz

Count 'em up bitch

28 Grams

You know I stay high

I pull up in my ride

Shades so dark that you can't see my eyes

Smoking on loud, blowing on clouds

Just did a show but don't know the amount

Taking your bitch if you're leaving her out

You niggas so broke, you so homie the Clown

There she go over there

Other hoes don't compare

Throw them 1's in the air

Throw them 1's in the air

Kk with hash, a nigga with cash

I'm taking the money, smack it on her ass

She give me good brain, she ahead of her class

I came in her first but I'm leavin' her last

Baddest bitch in the club, gon' work somethin'

Bend it over for me baby, gon' twerk somethin'

Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'

Let me spend some ends on it if it's worth somethin'

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

I roll one, I roll two

One for me, one for you

When we high, ain't no tellin' what we do

No where to go, so much to blow

Keepin' it private so nobody know

Doing your thing when you slide down the pole

Give you a drink, you get out of control

On your line cause you're nothin' like the rest of 'em

Oh, you know you're fucking with the best of 'em

Shots of that gin, her and a friend

We leave the club then I'm goin' in

Soon as I'm done, we do it again

Baddest bitch in the club, gon' work somethin'

Bend it over for me baby, gon' twerk somethin'

Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'

Let me spend some ends on it if it's worth somethin'

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

See, many of ya'll have been ridin' with us

Smokin' with us and gettin' money with us for a while

Welcome back

All hail Trap Wiz

Boy Drama

Pittsburgh, what's up?

Something's life and life is living!

Fucking awesome, yeah!

Hehehe, 28 grams

For ya'll that don't know what 28 grams is

It's an ounce of weed, preferably

Maan lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Is it recording?

Love is life, and life is living

Fuckin' awesome, yeah!

I smoked the whole damn pound

I'm 'a need another one, 'nother one

Eyes closed, I won't come down

Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts

Nigga, I don't just be sharing weed

A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent

Just cause you up in this bitch

Don't mean you gon' hit this shit

You better roll somethin'

Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin'

Tryna O.D. on THC

Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound

Smoke the whole thing up in the week

Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherfucker

Smoke it to the face

Ohh shit, nigga just got some KK and he said he on the way

Big P told me church, get money on 'em every single day

So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place

We mobbin'

Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit!

Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin'

Now, every place that we go, they say we can't smoke

But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want

When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'

When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'

Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling

Nigga keep going, keep the KK blowin

Snakes in the grass keep mowin'

Ass so fat, look swollen

Another city, state gotta show in

Another airport gotta go in

Reason why you hate, I'm knowin

Niggas got too much hoein'

I keep rollin' up

Drivin' a brand new car like that motherfucker stolen

They don't understand what I'm doin'

Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when I'm rollin'

Been through New York and London and Paris and back

South By Southwes only niggas smokin' on pack

Rollin' up bats

Go on, get a bong, get a match

Everybody get along, get attached

Get a song, get a biatch

What he say, every dog need a cat

Potheads need a joint to relax

G pen full of wax

10 Rolled cone joints, really fast

No sticks no seeds in the bag

Got reason to brag

In the front, y'all b's in the back

Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag

Little bitch, we mobbin'

Nigga, we mobbing, we mobbing, shit!

Go, go! Nigga, we mobbing

Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke

But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want

When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'

When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'

Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling

Let'R lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Fresh outta that

Back to the trap

808 Mafia

808

Metro Boomin want some more nigga?

Hey, I fuck her once, forget her

I pull up and upset em

Smoke kush, it make me feel better

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Uh, Whole lotta Kush, whole lotta cars

Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta cash

Whole lotta planes, whole lotta spots

Whole lotta rooms, whole lotta pot

And it ain't gonna stop

My niggas got (all in)

My niggas got (all in)

My niggas came (up in here)

My niggas came (up in here)

Your niggas ain't (ballin')

Your niggas ain't (ballin')

That's why your bitch want

(A real nigga to call in)

Hey, I fuck her once, forget her

I pull up and upset em

Smoke kush, it make me feel better

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Ugh, at me like a lighter in the wind

Tryna find out where I'm going

Your girl's figured out what I'm driving

You're out on the town and your nigga don't know

Rollin' up, tryna keep it on the low

You ain't on Instagram taking pictures

Tryna make the best of the moment

Parents don't know and your boss might kill ya

Man these hoes so familiar

One minute on the team, next minute they ain't withcha

Like the ho from the Clippers

Laid up watchin' movies in my Bathing Ape slippers

I got all this

I got a crib with a court in the back, motherfucker I'm ballin'

Kush conin', at the table taking shots and it's gone then

As I called it

(Your bitch want me, whoa

Aw man, shit, aye! 28 grams nigga)

And my sweats cost more than your whole outfit

Shit I got on, it ain't from the store

Let her put it on while she rollin' Raw's

Young Khalifa man, all on the walls

Hey, I fuck her once, forget her

I pull up and upset em

Smoke kush, it make me feel better

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Hahahahaha

Oh my god

Hahahahaha

James Bong lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 It's very clear

Ribbit

In it

Get it

James Bong I'm on a mission

Bruce Lee the way I kick it

Tiger Woods the way I hit it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Ah, you niggas finished

Damn, look how I whip it, how I whip it

I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up

I'm in the kitchen

I make it flip, I make it flip

Just like a gymnast

I mix it up, I mix it up

Just like a chemist

You niggas know that I'm the realest

I'm with my squad and we the illest

I'm going hard, I'm 'bout my business

That bitch she on it, yeah she gifted

I'm in her mouth like I'm a dentist

I swear to god I be going hard

You would think part of my job is driving foreign cars

I'll be in it till I win it

Y'all could start it, I'mma finish

James Bong I'm on a mission

Bruce Lee the way I kick it

Tiger Woods the way I hit it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Ah, you niggas finished

Damn, look how I whip it, how I whip it

What Iss Hittin lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Yeah, yeah yeah

Bet the money make her backflip

Throw another band up then another band, she get ratchet

Keep saying that she gotta man

I don't care, I'm a walk up to her like "Yeah"

Oh, what iss hittin, oh what iss hittin for?

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?

Ho... what iss hittin' for?

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?

Walked up in this bitch like "Woow"

They like "goddamn", "kid stacking up bands"

Cheese like an old man

You rolling round with a broke man

Quit rolling with them broke niggas

Start riding round with a rich nigga

Start riding round with a nigga that's rich

Lifestyle of my niggas that's rich

Got a Rolex on my wrist

I ride for my niggas that's it

Woo... you rolling round round me

I ain't playin', na lil nigga I ain't playin'

I got niggas in my clique

And they down for anythang

They gon' bang, they gon' bang

They gon' let that choppa rang

Fuck what you saying, I ride for my gang

That's all that I am, the world in my hand

Yeah, yeah, damn

Yeah, yeah yeah

Bet the money make her backflip

Throw another band up then another band, she get ratchet

Keep saying that she gotta man

I don't care, I'm a walk up to her like "Yeah"

Oh, what iss hittin, oh what iss hittin for?

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?

Ho... what iss hittin' for?

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?

Pure lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 You gotta know you break it down and roll one

We like to smoke it for the medication

Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation

If you're smoking on it don't forget to pass man

This that Kush we call it California Grass man

If I'm smoking on it, don't got sticks or seeds man

Get so high, I get so high you won't believe man

I be smoking all the time they call me ganja man

And this don't come from the store it's from the weedman

Roll it up don't give a fuck about police man

Burn a pound look like we're gonna need a fireman

Thought I had a problem, went to see the preacher man

Said "Ain't nothing wrong you been smoking gas man"

Even used to get in trouble with the teacher man

He said "Next time you come to school high be the last man"

I be teaching bitches how to clear the bong man

All these plants you would think I was a farmer man

Eyes low, blowing smoke, need a driver man

Even though it's against the rules, let me smoke man

You gotta know you break it down and roll one

We like to smoke it for the medication

Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation

Give a fuck 'bout what you heard I'm from the 'Burgh man

I be smoking hella grass like I'm Bob man

I be rolling hella weed up to his songs man

I be chiefing all day like Cheech and Chong man

I be smoking even though you think it's wrong man

I be hoping that my locks is getting long man

Even went really hard with the wax man

Fuck it , every now and then I take a dab man

I ain't there 'less they let Khalifa roll man

If you can't roll a joint then use a cone man

Smoke so much you would think I was an island man

Told them "Don't need to knock it 'til you try it man"

Got so much OG Kush I could pile it man

On the boat I get high like a pilot man

Learn the rules, check the pack, 'fore you buy it man

Roll it up, light it up, that's that fire man

You gotta know you break it down and roll one

We like to smoke it for the medication

Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation

Get That Zip Off lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Uh, what is you saying? My money insane

I'm fresh off a plane, I'm rolling a plant

Girl why is you playing? Let's stick to the plan

That weed is so good that it stick to my hand

It come from the land, I know I'm the man

Bought a few packs so they throw a few in

I don't understand, I know what you payin'

I smoke 'til it's gone and grow it again (Huh?)

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

I was smoking trees at the party acting gnarly

I got hundred pounds of weed, talkin' shawty, what ya need?

Kush be so strong, hit it once it's hard to breathe

Have you coughing up a lung, so much smoke you tryna leave

Blowing up a nigga phone, what I tell your ass?

Talking about that pack I ain't tryna sell your ass

(God damn) Rollie on my wrist, doobie in my fist

Sipping on that Cris, definitely going to jail if I take a piss

It ain't nothin' to get that tip off

Arm out the window, it ain't nothin' to get that clip off

It ain't nothing to knock your clique off

Put it in her mouth, I swear she tried to suck my dick off (God Damn)

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

28 grams in a Ziploc

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

Got one rolled up, you should roll one too

Let's get fucked up, girl you know how we do

What time? What place? Drink gin, no chase

First time all out, next time call us

Don't hit the bong, get the smoke is bad

Say you smoking strong, but you wrong, you been smoking trash

It ain't in my lungs if it ain't that pressure

First thing in the morning grab my joint from out the dresser

Keep my OG in a jar 'cause I like it fresh

Said he hit the weed, he ain't ready yet

Steady flexin' on these children like I'm Willie Nelson

No discretion, come to drugs, I got a big selection

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

28 grams in a Ziploc

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

(Laughing) 28 grams nigga

The fuck you wanna do nigga?

I'm coning the joint while we talk right now nigga

Fuck wrong with you?

A zip at a time bitch, put that lil' ass shit away

Fuck wrong with you niggas man

We do it big over here man, Taylor Gang

I'll be in motherfuckin' Denver on 4/20 nigga

Weed's legal there, so that's sweet

Y'll niggas smoke like two joints a day

And you talkin' bout you gettin' high motherfucker

That's cool, we gon' continue to get dumb high

We ain't abusing it, we using it

Foreign lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 I get it back, that's why I blow it

Her ass fat, that's why she throw it

Money long like I grow it

That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Young nigga

Porsche, Maserati, or a (what?)

Damn, brand new Ferrari or a... Lambo

Nigga got bread

Shooters like, "Don't get close to that new Testarossa."

That Mercedes-Benz come with a chauffeur

I be sparkin' in that Aston-Martin

Gettin' head like it's nothin', push the button, park it

I get it back, that's why I blow it

Her ass fat, that's why she throw it

Money long like I grow it

That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Young nigga

Whipin', whippin'

I swear to God I be dippin', dippin'

In that new Murciélago, we ride foreign

Nelly Furtado hit the gas

Hear the tires screechin'

This ain't even my weekday car, this for the weekend

I got so many horses

All the hoes say that it's gorgeous

In the air, that's where my doors is

I get it back, that's why I blow it

Her ass fat, that's why she throw it

Money long like I grow it

That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Young nigga

Incense lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Ooh, oh, and oh

Purps on the beat

No, no, no, no, no, no

Ooh, no, no

Once we smoke, we gotta use them incense, babe

Do my stroke, for real

I'mma do it slow, like a puff-puff pass

Right

And when we smoke

Oh, we gotta use them incense babe

When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it

So long, we be burning out them candles girl

Oh, no, no, nooo

When I'm out with my niggas, when you're out with your bitches

...You don't text or call!

You the late night type, you would spend a little, too

Ride with me, spend time with me

Unwind with me, so I could read

And be on top of me

In front of me

Having fun with me

Girl, for none of me

And when we smoke, we gotta use some incense, babe

And when I stroke, you gonna remember my name when I'm in it

Go longer than them candles burn

You want it all? You get it all

Where my down-South girls? Where my Eastcoast girls?

Where my Westcoast girls? Where my Chi-town girls?

My Toronto girl

Oh, I know you with it

Out of France, they say that I'm the man

And when we smoke, we gotta use them incense babe

When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it

So long, we be burning out them candles girl

Oh, no, no, nooo

When we smoke, we gotta use them incense, baby

When I stroke, you gone remember my name

I'ma go low, do it til them candles burn

Uhh, ooohh, uhhh

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