Fucc Day lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Hey baby what are you doing? Oh... well I miss you. But, I'm up right now

And I just wanna know if you wanna send something through, I really want that dick so bad

She can call up a nigga phone

Imma come over where you stay

It don't really matter what you doin'

It can be the middle of the day

I'mma come over beat her down

We can do it right where you staying

It don't really matter what you doin'

It could be the middle of the day

You gone call me up on the phone

I was rollin' in the studio

I was workin' on a new song

You was on all at the pole

You was back and forth with your friends

I was ridin' round in a Benz

I'mma roll up a paper plane

I'mma take it straight to the brain

I'mma come over when I say

I'mma come over when it's done, babe

Get you what you want when you say

Make you run from me cause you're worth it

I be on the phone with your girl

Facetime when you get lonely

Got me catchin' feelin's that's strangers

Call me up when you wanna bone

She can call up a nigga phone

I'm gone call her over where you stay

It don't really matter what you doin'

It can be the middle of the day

I'mma come over beat her down

We can do it right where you staying

It don't really matter what you doin'

It could be the middle of the day

You could be the clothes off

I'mma take my shirt off

I'mma leave my chain on

Fuck you all night long

I'mma do it all night

You gone suck it real light

Shawty you a professional

Fuck you like I never wanna let you go

Never let your man know

Your man he a bozo

His money comin' slow mo

He ain't gettin' no dough

I'm ridin' in a two door

Fuck you and you want some more

Fuck you on the bed then you on the floor

Fuck you on the shower

Fuck you like you never had this shit before

She can call up a nigga phone

I'm gone call her over where you stay

It don't really matter what you doin'

It can be the middle of the day

I'mma come over beat her down

We can do it right where you staying

It don't really matter what you doin'

It could be the middle of the day

We could do it in the daytime, daytime

Middle of the daytime, daytime

Middle of the daytime, daytime

Middle of the daytime, daytime

Middle of the daytime, daytime

Middle of the daytime, daytime

Take shots in the daytime

Get drunk in the daytime, daytime

Uh that shit was so good, I can't wait to see you again tomorrow

Like the way that you just had me bent over, like that shit was just too good, fuck

EP: Talk About It In The Morning (2015) - Wiz Khalifa (with TY DOLLA $IGN)

• Judge It
• Refresh
• Say No More
• Post Up
• Pretty Nights 

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

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Pushin' your buttons, you ain't sayin' nothin'

That's an understatement

Grabbin' my keys and walkin' out, you takin' me places

Hidin' my weed

I text you before I leave that I'll be back but you ain't hearin' that

All you've been hearin' is my car steerin'

Smokin' weed all night with my friends

Hangin' out, you waitin' up for me to come in to the door

And it ain't like you don't want this anymore

But it's some shit that need worked on

Like each and every night I need to work

Tell me I need to slow shit down to make some time for her

That's when the drama start

You sayin' shit like you ain't got a heart

I'm walkin' around like I ain't got a problem

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

It ain't even cool, fuck it (Cool, fuck it)

I ain't gonna judge ya (I ain't gonna judge ya)

Lets just fuck all night, talk about it in the mornin'

Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')

Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')

In the mornin', in the mornin' (In the mornin')

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Always at home claimin' you spend too much time alone

Them other niggas did you wrong and now I'm the one

Yeah right, look at what they did, now look at what I did

Not to mention I was the most faithful nigga in existence

But when it goes down that's how they flip shit

I'm too high, too lifted

Too fly, too gifted

I need a break from LA, go back to my home state

Let you play the victim, I'll be straight

Hit the lab get, back to my cake

See my son, kiss him on his face

When in the public watch what you say, kay?

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

It ain't even cool, fuck it (Cool, fuck it)

I ain't gonna judge ya (I ain't gonna judge ya)

Lets just fuck all night, talk about it in the mornin'

Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')

Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')

In the mornin', in the mornin' (In the mornin')

[Wiz Khalifa:]

We don't gotta talk about it now

Just let me take you down

In the mornin' when we yawnin' I'mma get one more in

I know I got you high, you ain't even hit the weed and I got you high

I know I got you high, Young Khalifa man and the Dolla $ign

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

It ain't even cool, fuck it (Cool, fuck it)

I ain't gonna judge ya (I ain't gonna judge ya)

Lets just fuck all night, talk about it in the mornin'

Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')

Let's talk about it in the mornin' (Let's talk about it in the mornin')

In the mornin', in the mornin' (In the mornin')

Refresh lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign)

Early night jumping out the Porsche

Joyrich hoodie and sweats, smoking as good as it gets

Life of the party, know I get it started

I take a shot you take a shot, I roll a joint you roll a joint

Let's turn this spot into a after-party

Ain't heard about me you should ask somebody

We play the music off our iPhones

Gon' light that weed up, nobody home and plus were growing

Young nigga with gin in this red cup

Turning up cause we don't give a fuck and only ones that gets us is us

Toking 'till I'm glaze, rolling smoking blaze

Rock expensive J's, glad I brought my shades

Got a bottle somebody gave me, and another one I saved that I bought on the way

Now that's faded, pour a shot cause' we made it

Two shots if you're feeling good, middle finger if you hate it

Got fly as I wanted to

Got high as I wanted to

Couldn't lie if I wanted to

Couldn't drive if I wanted to

I got two shots another one poured

'Bout to roll a joint and it's going down

I got Bombay in the bottom of my cup

Faded but I got enough to go around

I got shoes on you can't find em in the store

Pound of weed you can smell it by the door

Palm trees you can have this all season

I'm balling and the niggas running with me

Is ready for whatever

Is ready for whatever

Is ready for whatever

Is ready for whatever

Say No More lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Say no more

Say no more

Say no more

Don't say nothin'

Tell her don't talk about it

Just be about it

Don't talk about it

Just be about it

Don't say nothin'

First I'm a roll up, then pour up

Then we gon' fuck, she know what's up

I'm a make you cum, bout' two or three times

Then I'm a get mine, yeah I'm a get mine

We gon' run it back, straight drop

Bet you get on top and I'm a just watch

I'm a smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine

Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine

I told her

Say no more

Say no more

Say no more

Don't say nothin'

Tell her don't talk about it

Just be about it

Don't talk about it

Just be about it

Don't say nothin'

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They said it's the end of the world today

So I'm a let it be known

When I'm inside you, it's my favorite place

Park my ride where your heart's at, that's home

Your legs are shakin' your lips are cold

You're out of body, you're in control

Start up my ride, roll up that weed

You don't smoke so hand me a light

I don't drink and drive but I watch you takin' them shots

And get faded, say your life's a bitch, you hate it

Who gives a fuck about money, on material shit, life's wasted

Can't count how many thousand couches we done laid in

Who knows how many hotel rooms we done stayed in

When I'm late coming home or what, you already know what's up

Don't even call my phone, just come

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Say no more

Say no more

Say no more

Don't say nothin'

Tell her don't talk about it

Just be about it

Don't talk about it

Just be about it

Don't say nothin'

[Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign:]

Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine

Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine

Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine

Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine

Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine

I told her you deserve what you get in this world that we live in

Know your purpose I heard you been hurt before, you're lying there again

Playing caution to the wind

What you want is in front of you

Games are meant to be played yeah

But you, well you ain't far from your own star

We in our own world

Doing grown things but still feeling like kids

Let the past be the past

It was what it was, now it is what it is

No fears in the world

Say no more

Say no more

Say no more

Post Up lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

I took your bitch, that's right

Money keep coming, that's right

Only ride foreign, that's right

Whole team on, that's right

My niggas gon' ride, that's right

My niggas gon' shoot, not fight

Whether wrong or right

That's right, that's right

Two clubs in one night

25 bands, one night

Kush up in that Raw

Purple in that Sprite

Them hoes in rotation

Money my motivation

Money make her cum

And I'mma make her taste it

Put it in the neck, I'ma make her gag on it

Head in the 'Rari, that's how you blow a hundred

Hoes come and go

I'ma fuck and then I want 'em

Hoes like J's, wear 'em once then I don't want 'em

Swerve, hit the corner, in the California

Running through these hoes, like I play for Minnesota (A.P!)

She turn off her phone, cause nigga you a sucker

Police ass niggas tellem' stop cuffin'

I took your bitch, that's right

Money keep coming, that's right

Only ride foreign, that's right

Whole team on, that's right

My niggas gon' ride, that's right

My niggas gon' shoot, not fight

Whether wrong or right

That's right, that's right

That's right she posted in my whip

Posted on my dick

She supposed to be with her nigga

But she posted with my clique

Right her posted in my whip

Posted on my dick

She supposed to be in your work

But she posted with my clique

I told her, post up here

I told her, post up here

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Girl your face looking gorgeous

And my cash is retarted

Need a 5 year plan, cause that ass is enormous

They keep telling you to stop

Bet this cash make you want it

Girl quit acting you like shy

Grab this dick and jump up on it

I was way out in New York

We were smoking California

She can't wait to tell her friends

Talk about in the morning

Beat it like she stole it

Sleeping like she in a coma

You just wish, she wanna be a fool

Think you control her

Couple grand in a rubber band, you know I'm the man

What you saying, baby what you saying

Tell me what's the plan

Is you playin? Is that bitch a ten?

Bands will make her dance

Seen my ex, she was not a fan

Damn

I took your bitch, that's right

Money keep coming, that's right

Only ride foreign, that's right

Whole team on, that's right

My niggas gon' ride, that's right

My niggas gon' shoot, not fight

Whether wrong or right

That's right, that's right

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

That's right she posted in my whip

Posted on my dick

She supposed to be with her nigga

But she posted with my clique

Right her posted in my whip

Posted on my dick

She supposed to be in your work

But she posted with my clique

I told her, post up here

I told her, post up here

Yeah

Pretty Nights lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. The BMMB)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

There's no such thing

There's no such thing

The millions they say I never know such things

Not only that they say I never blow such things

On shots vacation homes for my whole fucking team

The sweeter is the most expensive

They say I'm on but the weed I'm rolling gon' convince him

Bring in the best bottles of wine for dinner

Go ahead and let some of that stress out

We young niggas started from nothing now we pulling Porsche's and Vets out

Throwing back shots of coke in our chest out

[?] best style

Roll up that chronic so everyone can get high in this bitch

Roll one [?]

Realize I've been this shit

Realize some niggas been hating on us cuz they ignorant

Realize that I've been killing the game and I ain't innocent

Smoking my joint til it ash [?]

Sitting in a hot tub thinking about this bread of how I been getting it

For Pittsburgh just smoking up the

[The BMMB:]

Upper east side

London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice

Never going to sleep til the sun rise

Miami's heat, Paris life

I wanna live that penthouse life

Top of the world, above the sky

I wanna live that penthouse life

With a balcony to watch the stars

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Now the waiter bringing in more bottles

In the floor drunk spinning like a floor model

Could buy anything on the floor

But I don't think the floor got em

Spending money with no hesitation

You can tell that we come from the bottom

30 bottles with no conversation

That's celebration for my Forbes spot

They give us love cuz we show love

Tryna be normal but it's hard cuz everybody knows us

When you broke got nothing to lose

When you rich you got nothing to prove

Riding with the niggas that I came up with

Ain't cutting corners or rushing moves

When you the owner you walk in and back

Rocking 15 hundred dollar shoes

My Porsche cruise the

[The BMMB:]

Upper east side

London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice

Never going to sleep til the sun rise

Miami's heat, Paris life

I wanna live that penthouse life

Top of the world, above the sky

I wanna live that penthouse life

With a balcony to watch the stars

Upper east side

London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice

Never going to sleep til the sun rise

Miami's heat, Paris life

I wanna live that penthouse life

Top of the world, above the sky

I wanna live that penthouse life

With a balcony to watch the stars

[TY Dolla $ign:]

We on top of the world

On top of the world

On top of the world

No, you've never been closer

Closer to the stars

Used to be the shit we dreamed of

[?]

And I still wanna get high tonight

High tonight

High tonight

Lets get high tonight

High tonight

[The BMMB:]

Upper east side

London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice

Never going to sleep til the sun rise

Miami's heat, Paris life

I wanna live that penthouse life

Top of the world, above the sky

I wanna live that penthouse life

With a balcony to watch the stars

Blacc Hollywood (2014)

 

• Hope
• We Dem Boyz
• Promises
• KK
• House In The Hills
• Ass Drop
• Raw
• Stayin Out All Night
• The Sleaze
• So High
• Still Down
• No Gain
• True Colors
• We Dem Boyz (Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• You And Your Friends (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• On Me (Target Bonus Track)

Hope lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla Sign)

[Chevy Woods:]

Way before your time the world knew this would happen

Was destiny to many, was just hard work for you

As you were brought into this world

You tried to find out about your surroundings

The people, the feeling of being alive and breathing the air

The smiles you see at that point are the ones you should always remember

Authentic is due to the choices you make for yourself

It'll be a bunch of fake smiles so easy to forget

But some although not healthy for them will create an understanding of what the word real means

Us and never I is one of your greatest attributes

Others before thyself as long as long as thyself is taken care of is well being

And money, well, I know you know how to get money

I'm gonna say this one time only, live young man, you deserve it

Let's celebrate, Blacc Hollywood

And we be in the club, buying all our champagne

Spillin' it on the couches

Me and my niggas deserve this shit

We was there for the come up

I am Blacc Hollywood, I live Blacc Hollywood

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yea, yea, yea

Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you drive the newest car because she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you brought a lot of drugs because she ain't lookin' for love

That's no love

That's no love

That's no love

That's no love

Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

Pull up to the club with my thugs smokin' so strong

Hop out and walk through the back, so high I don't know where I'm at

Them bitches get open, I'm with some niggas who all 'bout that action

Poppin' them bottles, you look outside, see them foreigns

She get them dollars out them niggas cause she ain't lookin' for love

Smoke that loud up by the pound, she get champagne and drink it up

Hope you ain't a Captain Savior cause she ain't lookin' for cuffs

In the club spinnin' face, she in your face, you think it's love

Said you throwin' dubs, bro that ain't enough

Money, clothes, and drugs, that's what bitches love

Rollie cold as fuck, that's what bitches love

Back to the topic, pop that ass and please don't stop it

Yea, yea, yea

Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you drive the newest car because she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you brought a lot of drugs because she ain't lookin' for love

That's no love

That's no love

That's no love

That's no love

Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

That's no love, that's no love

That's your bitch, get her bed in my truck

You ain't give her what she needed, and she ain't lookin' for love

Homie she don't want no flowers, only make her cum

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Poppin' ass, kinda naughty, met her ass at the party

Took her to the after party, drink some gin off her body

Spend some ends, now I'm going in

Took her and her friend, hit the skins

Then we smoked again, eyes like I'm Korean

Shots of gin, that's what all this juice is for

In Blacc Hollywood, that's my newest car

I'm like eney meeney, I got plenty

Pockets filled with hundreds, fifties

Nothin' lower, come fuck with a stoner and get stoned

Yea, yea, yea

Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you drive the newest car because she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you brought a lot of drugs because she ain't lookin' for love

That's no love

That's no love

That's no love

That's no love

Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love

Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

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?