BTS lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

My momma ain't raise no fool nigga

Matter of fact, maybe she did (ha ha ha)

My momma raised a fool (haha)

But that don't mean we can't get rich(rich)

Too rich (too rich, too rich too rich)

That's what they say(they say, ah ah ah ah)

Humble beginnings, rich ass endings

Pockets on swole, big ass benjies

Started off losin', man it wasn't choosin'

Stuck with my nigga's, now we all winnin'

Rollin' up paper, ball like a Laker

Top on the building, I'm high as a 'scraper

What can I say now, cops know my name now

No time to play 'round, I'm rich and I'm paid now

Stay on that peaceful shit for nigga's that spray rounds

Hear all the talk, they gon' come see you any day now

Try not to fade out, try to find a way out

Nobodies innocent nigga, get down or lay down

Made so much money but look how much I'd paid out

Don't trust the bank no more so I went and got a safe in my house

Guess all these diamonds on my wrist, what you blinkin' about

It's all my money on my mind when I'm thinkin' about

Try to be the best that I can

Make all the right decisions, handle business like a man( It try)

You know I try to do shit with my heart

They talk but I don't listen

I just finish what I start

You know I tried the nigga's that said I can't (I try)

They got the right decisions, handle business like a man

You know I try when people tell me (I try) I should change

Sometimes I'm done with trying, I'm just trying to be the same

Nigga's still hating, critics still waiting

Said that I'd change my ways and start catching these cases

But never said I'd stop counting these faces

Flyin' new places, buying them cases

Nigga's want problems, I don't entertain it

Cause if it's real problems, It's not entertainment

I'm rollin' a joint up, precise like a painter

The grind is what made us, the grind is what made us

Now the nigga's that I grew up with lookin' richer

Too much turnin' up, the club owners tryin' to censor

Tatted everywhere my full body full of scriptures

Pull up in the phantom, paparazzi takin' pictures (pictures)

Sellin' so much swag, we should be your swag vender (Vender)

Big winner in the club, big cash spender

Throwin' signs to my man like he a damn pitcher

Some shit you can't witness, my nigga we been business

Try to be the best that I can (I try)

They got the right decisions, handle business like a man (I try)

You know I try to do shit with my heart

They talk but I don't listen

I just finish what I start(I try)

You know I tried the nigga's that said I can't (Itry)

They got the right decisions, handle business like a man (Itry)

You know I try when people say I should change

Sometimes I'm done with trying, I'm just trying to be the same

Celebrate lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Rico Love)

Uh, smoke weed everyday

Young niggas get rich

Rich niggas gon' ball

Y'all niggas ask prices

My niggas buy it all

Rockin' shit that's foreign

Driving brand new cars

Youngest nigga in charge

Now your bitch at large

Hol up, what they sayin'

OG Kush in my plane

Diamonds all in my chain

Young nigga doin' his thing

Young nigga gon' stunt

Buy whatever he want

My section very important

Came through the back, not the front (ooh!)

Smokin' and flying

No drinking and driving

I ball till I fall

Got no need for retiring

Y'all niggas stessed out

My niggas just chillin'

Young niggas in the building

Young niggas get millions

[Hook - Rico Love:]

And I want to celebrate

Celebrate livin'

I could've been dead

I could've been in prison

So I'ma celebrate

Celebrate ballin'

Back then I had no phone

Now all these bitches callin'

Smoke, drink, blow checks

Rolex, more sex

Cause I can afford it

I fucked around and just bought it

So I want to celebrate

Celebrate livin'

Celebrate livin'

Look how we livin'

Rich niggas go hard

Never wanna be broke

Broke niggas just hate

Never wanna be rich

Rich niggas buy it all

Buy it all for the clique

Buy it all for my dawgs

You buy it all for a bitch

Broke niggas be jokin'

Little niggas need coaching

Them bottles ain't even open

Homie, that ain't the shit

My chain shit on your car

My rolex fucked your bitch

My chain shit on your car

My rolex fucked your bitch

Just came home from tour

Half a mill when I'm bored

Y'all niggas can't afford it

Rich niggas want more

Y'all niggas tapped out

Rich niggas want more

Bitch nigga I'm ballin'

Rich nigga, Mike Jordan

[Hook - Rico Love:]

And I want to celebrate

Celebrate livin'

I could've been dead

I could've been in prison

So I'ma celebrate

Celebrate ballin'

Back then I had no phone

Now all these bitches callin'

Smoke, drink, blow checks

Rolex, more sex

Cause I can afford it

I fucked around and just bought it

So I want to celebrate

Celebrate livin'

Celebrate livin'

Look how we livin'

Elevated lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Scared money don't make money, so what you scared for?

And real people do real things, so what you here for?

A stand up nigga stand up for the rest of their life (Yeah)

And real G's do what they want, don't ever think twice

Uh, it go, one for the money

Two for the niggas gettin' it

Three for the niggas that be running from it

You gotta grind if you really want it

Don't hesitate

You came this far now finish out the whole dream

Nobody said it would be easy though, just stick to your plan

They don't understand

Going up against the odds

Having no regards

Make our own laws, you could be your own boss

But they don't tell you that

All you need is a foundation to stand on

And you can build it then the limit is the sky

Until then I'm with my niggas getting high

And plus we with it you all know the business

Scared money don't make money, so what you scared for?

And real people do real things, so what you here for?

A stand up nigga stand up the rest of their lives

And real G's do what they want, don't ever think twice

Oh what did you think I would never get another M?

Niggas only in the game cause we let 'em in

We ain't check they chains

We ain't put 'em on blast and expose them fools for everything

We ain't tell you how they really lames

And that they don't do shit that they get on TV and say

We ain't mad though, we on the coast of France for three days

I'm tryna make a play, marijuana steam sauna

Young nigga from the bottom cracking lobster, eating pasta

You would think that he a mobster

La Familia, no you not familiar

Just got a bigger safe, now it's time to fill it up, nigga

Scared money don't make money, so what you scared for?

And real people do real things, so what you waiting for?

A stand up nigga stand up the rest of their lives (Stand your ass up)

And real G's do what they want, don't ever think twice (Do something about it)

City View lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Courtney Noelle)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

This shit ain't as easy as it looks nigga

It's way fucking easier

Don't get it twisted bitch

But on some real shit though

Man these niggas don't want it

Riding in the car and the watch cost the same thing

Nigga that's stuntin'

Gettin' all this paper

Got me shittin' in public

That roof with a city view

I did that from nothing

And these niggas gon' keep hating me

But I'm just gonna keep stackin' up

No one thing I'll never change

I talk shit but I back it up

You niggas don't go hard as me

So why the fuck you mad at us

I'm rolling up the bombest weed

The first one wasn't fat enough

Your car don't go fast enough

You don't fly first class enough

You don't do no switching states

You don't do no packing up

All you do is gassin' up

That's why you wasn't past enough

Smokin' weed and crackin' up

All this cheese I'm racking up

[Wiz Khalifa & Courtney Noelle:]

See one thing about me

I've always been about mine

As soon as you doubt me

I show you how hard I grind

Yeah I hear they hate me

But they do it all the time

There's no you without me

I know this so I'm not letting go

I'm not letting go

I'm not letting go

I'm not letting go

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Get it how I live it

Get it and don't care how I spend it

Swear to god, my credit card ain't got no limit

Time expensive so I spent hundred thousand on my watches

Full of diamonds

I ain't even reached the top and I'm still climbing

I'm still climbing

I'm still rhyming

Filling up papers with chronic

Keeping niggas out the way

Who got the hating shit in common

Let's be honest

Let's keep it real here

My bank is full of commas

I'm talkin' millions

And I got no problems

Spending what I spent yeah

Cause I'm probably

The realest nigga in here

Matter of fact I know I am

And I know my diamonds are frozen

Not to mention my bank overflowin'

And I just can't stop, I keep goin'

[Wiz Khalifa & Courtney Noelle:]

See one thing about me

I've always been about mine

As soon as you doubt me

I show you how hard I grind

Yeah I hear they hate me

But they do it all the time

There's no you without me

I know this so I'm not letting go

I'm not letting go

I'm not letting go

I'm not letting go

Cowboy lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Mhmm

That's just how it is man

Round my way

Just a young lil' nigga, but he had the right plan

Twenty-thousand in his left, pistol in his right hand

Counting every dollar that he get, cause he worked for it

But don't run up on him cause you'll probably get murked for it

Mom's out working, Daddy wasn't home

Ain't nobody give it to him, so he got it on his own

Yeah, he got it on his own

You want something? Gotta take it

Tryna get up out the hood, but he'll probably never make it

He's a Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga

Came from a city where them niggas they some killas

Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga

Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga

Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga

Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Just a young nigga, but he had the right plan

Slanging looking for them people hopping out them white vans

Standing on the corner rolling up their marijuana

Smoking weed and selling packs of D till you're a gonner

Caught a case and lost some racks, the nigga got it back

In any case a nigga disrespect, he's on his back

He bought a pack, then bought a strap

This niggas got his back

His life has changed it's gone to smack

And ain't no turning back

Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga

Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga

Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga

Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Just a young nigga, but he had the right plan

Wore a lot of jewelry, he slept with it on his nightstand

Made a lot of money and he got it all from hustling

Came from a good family but say he can't get enough of it

All up in the club and he ain't looking for a ring

Fucking other niggas bitches, yeah he swear that was his thing

Yeah, he learned a little lesson 'bout messing with them haters

Cause they found his body later

Guess that's what he get for fucking with them

Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga

Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga

Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga

Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Bake Sale lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Travis Scott)

[Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & Travis Scott:]

Mistercap! You ready again bro?

Yeah!

TGOD Mafia, straight out of Pittsburgh, man!

Can't smoke weed to it

Don't doubt this nigga

I don't wanna listen to it

He the truth, nigga

Yeah

[Travis Scott:]

At my bake sale, yeah

We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah

Lord for heaven sakes, hell yeah

All day, hell yeah

We've been countin' cake, hell yeah

Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah

We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

[Travis Scott:]

I've been on the phone, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gettin' calls from home, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

So I started up a bake sale, yeah, yeah, yeah

They know I got all the cake, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J:]

Cookies and OG

Come to my crib, we blow by the Os

Kush, you already know

It ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke it

I keep a bitch gettin' stoned

We wakin' and bakin', puffin' a J

She told me that I'm her new favorite

How much do we blaze? A hundred a day

Say they got the good but what the pack smell like?

Feel like it's a dream but now we back to real life

It's incredible

I got flowers, wax, inhalers, edibles

All shit you never saw

And it's all at my bake sale

Roll another one, help me think well

I stay with the plane

I'm slangin' them thangs, you know we ain't new to this

Let's turn on the stove and call up some hoes

Let's roll up and do this shit (Yeah, ho)

[Travis Scott & Juicy J:]

At my bake sale, yeah

We can't wait to bake, hell yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah, yeah, yeah

Lord for heaven sakes, hell yeah

All day, hell yeah (Yeah, ho)

We've been countin' cake, hell yeah

Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah

We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I just rolled a pound at my bake sale

Bitches goin' down at my bake sale

I just keep it real, I don't fake well

Niggas say they on, well I can't tell

I just fucked three hoes, I don't know their name

Pussy come and pussy go, it's all the same

I'm rollin' up the weed while I count the cake

Naked bitches in the kitchen, shake 'n' bake

What you think? I'm on this dank, I'm off that drank

I often blaze an ounce a day

You at my crib, it's no mistake

Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shattered pieces

Glasses, lighters, torches, fuck it, anything that matters

You can get it all right here

[Travis Scott & Juicy J:]

At my bake sale, yeah

We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah

Lord for heaven sakes, hell yeah

All day, hell yeah (Yeah, ho)

We've been countin' cake, hell yeah

Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah

We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

[Wiz Khalifa & Travis Scott:]

Roll, roll one up

Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up

All day, every day, we ain't roll enough

Get a pound, break it down, get them cones stuffed

It's goin' down, goin' down

I'ma roll one up

Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up

All day, every day, we ain't smoke enough

I'm on the KK, stoned as fuck

At my bake sale, yeah

Call Waiting lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

One time

Yeah, day after day I just stay here

Waiting for you to get home

Lately I been going crazy

Can't wait to get in my zone

Sometimes I can't find your number

And there's no one else to call

You leave me waiting by the phone

You keep me high, that's for sure

But I know, you'll be there when I need you

I can't place no one above you

I tried but I can't get enough of your love

And you're right there for me

Said I was just hoping you called

I was just hoping you called

To say that you don't have nothing at all

I was just hoping you called

They try and try but can't top you

They think they come close but they fall

They see me out, give me offers

I don't feel nothing at all

But I know, you'll be there when I need you

I can't place no one above you

I tried but I can't get enough of your love

And you're right there for me

Said I was just hoping you called

I was just hoping you called

To say that you don't have nothing at all

I was just hoping you called

Sweet

Make A Play lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Back to back to back to back

At your bitch ass (uh)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Woke up drunk as fuck

Still high from yesterday

I'm trying to make a play

I'm trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Woke up drunk as fuck

Still high from yesterday

I'm trying to make a play

I'm trying to make a play

Woke up feeling like a star

Get it in no matter where we are

She in love with me press buttons up in my car

My weed smoke hella potent

Riding and the sunroof open

Blowing smoke out what they know about

Being bosses, taking losses

Pay the cost to fuck that bitch, who got that poke out

My money ain't slow, got more trees to roll

Got a son I love to death, I gotta see him grow

Probably the best you've seen but I be on the low

Stacking up, rolling marijuana, acting up

Bitch with me, she be bad as fuck

Bitches love it, niggas mad at us

Getting money, that's accurate

Say they want it but they can't adjust

Taylor Gang, roll a plane

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Woke up drunk as fuck

Still high from yesterday

I'm trying to make a play

I'm trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Woke up drunk as fuck

Still high from yesterday

I'm trying to make a play

I'm trying to make a play

[J.R. Donato:]

Who trying to pour it(ay, ay)

Who trying to wake and bake(ay)

Taylor Gang will break the bank

Ain't got no time to contemplate

I say I'm high from yesterday

Okay I woke up on the mud

I think I ate a 8th of shrums

Keep OG Kush up in my lungs(whoa)

Your hoe will come with us(ay)

Cause she know we brought the drugs(ay)

And she looking for some love(ay)

But let's keep that on the hush(whoa)

It's hard to find some trust

Some say it's hard to fuck with us

That's cause we be on different shit

Bitch I might pour six up in my Crush

Ohh that's super super much

And this joint is super clutch

Got 5 more just for you to stuff

Send parents to the store for ice and cups

I swear they never frighten us

Hell yeah we always lighting up

Put that pussy on the plate it's fresh for lunch

And I pour another 8th to level up

Probably rolling up

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Woke up drunk as fuck

Still high from yesterday

I'm trying to make a play

I'm trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Who trying to make a play

Woke up drunk as fuck

Still high from yesterday

I'm trying to make a play

I'm trying to make a play

Most Of Us lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Most of us

Most of us

Most of us

Most of us

Most of us

Most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, they talk shit but they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

Most of us, ride around with pistols, we don't give a fuck

Most of us, down to rep that gang and we gon' throw it up

Most of us, brought our own dope and we down to smoke

Most of us, need a bad bitch with some good throat

Most of us, came from nothin', we get somethin', we gon' ball

Most of us, got that work for sale, we just need a call

Most of us, 'bout that change, pop his brain, no remains

Most of us, feel no pain, homie, it's a dirty game

Most of us, never seen this comin' so we feelin' blessed

Most of us, got alotta shit to get up off our chest

Most of us, still up in the field right where niggas get killed

Most of us, know that shit can get real in that city of steel

Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us (yeah bitch)

Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, they talk shit but they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

Most of us

Most of us

Most of us

Most of us

Most of us, made our own way without a hand out

Most of us, smoke that loud kush so we stand out

Most of us, rather get the top instead of fuckin' that bitch

Most of us, rather pass her off instead of lovin' the bitch

Most of us, spend thousands on clothes, still don't care how we dress

Most of us, seen the top but still know what the bottom is

Most of us, keep your main bitch in our phone

Most of us, keep Khalifa kush in the bong

Started off with nothin' now my niggas is on

If we got a problem, we don't put it in song

Most of us, got our change up, never change up

Most of us, Taylor Gang or, you a stranger

Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, they talk shit but they can't fuck with most of us

Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

Zoney lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Sebastian)

Yeah it's real shit

Let me roll this weed up and wrap this shit, you know

Too much purple for me

Uh, coming up I always thought I'd be the runner up

Gave my all but it felt like it wasn't enough

I remember spending summers in the studio

My pops told me have fun be a kid for once

What he ain't know, was for a kid a that I had big dreams

I take a small frame turn it into a big screen

Taking best friends turn them to a good team

I'm watching Scarface living all the good scenes

Burning dope thinking about the days when I was broke

Desperate niggas in my city don't know how to cope

Young nigga said he starving he ain't got a meal

Down to catch a body all about a dollar bill

My niggas is all I got so it's more than trust

We ain't even have a car we was on the bus

Public transportation now it's hundred grands we makin'

Throw it in the safe I can't hear what they say

I'm packing up my bags

Packing up my bags, packing up my bags

I gotta catch a plane

Gotta catch a plane, gotta catch a plane

I can't be at home

Can't be at home, can't be at home

I gotta be away

Gotta be away, gotta be away

There's just way to many niggas I use to know back in the day

Now when I see them out

I just don't got shit to say to you niggas

When I see you in the club I make my way through you niggas

You must be mad I ain't wait on you

But no matter the circumstances I never get hate on you

I'm just taking all my dream trying to make it facts

Putting on for my team trying to make it crack

Getting all sorts of green trying to make a stack

Lose yourself in my city and never make it back

Said he will but the chances are he will never change

Daddy sold dope but you would probably do the same thing

If I get $30K I would probably spend it on my wrist

Fuck these politics when these kids ain't have a pot to piss

Fuck the Promises, the shit I'm on is common sense

If you ain't talking them I'm gone

I'm packing up my bags

Packing up my bags, packing up my bags

I gotta catch a plane

Gotta catch a plane, gotta catch a plane

I can't be at home

Can't be at home, can't be at home

I gotta be away

Gotta be away, gotta be away

[Wiz and Sebastian:]

Say "Hello, my name is Sebastian"

Hello, my name is Sebastian

Do you love your daddy?

Yeah

Say "I love you daddy"

I love you daddy

Say "I miss you daddy"

I miss you daddy

Go to the mic and say "yo"

Yo

Say "What up"

What up

Say "What's cracking"

What's cracking

Say "Taylor Gang"

Taylor Gang

(Ha) Say "TGOD"

TGOG

(Ha, ha, ha)

Say "I love my daddy"

I love my daddy

I love you to handsome boy

Say Pixburg

Pixburg!

(Ha, ha, ha)

Do daddy laugh

(Ha, ha, ha)

You got it!

Lit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

[Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign:]

Ooh, ooh

We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Let's get to the basics, let's get to the basics (get to the basics)

I'm rollin' a J up, I'm lovin' the fragrance (lovin' the fragrance)

I'm hardly on time 'cause my mind is where space is (my mind is where space is)

But I always on grind 'cause that's how my fam raised me (how my fam raised me, how my fam raised me)

Think I got problems, say that I'm crazy (say that I'm crazy)

Love marijuana, smoke on the daily (smoke on the daily)

Smoke with my mama, roll one for my lady (one for my lady, one for my lady)

Blow the whole pound now, came up from an eighty (up from an eighty)

I'm lettin' the top down, and countin' them faces (countin' them faces)

I'm blowin' the smoke out, exhalin' the vapors (exhalin' the vapors)

I'm smokin' in public, they stare in amazement (they stare in amazement)

I'm lightin' that bomb up, it's takin' me places (takin' me places)

[Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign:]

Ooh, ooh

We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

I pull up foreign, lil' baby foreign

I let her drive when it get boring, I lay back smoking, ooh yeah

Fog up these windows, fog up these windows

Girl, first we were just smoking and then we're fucking (Lord)

Drop her off, tell her good night

Gotta go get my money right

OG Louis thirteen on me

Don't pass me that mid, homie

Judge gave my nigga life

He took the bitch, still didn't snitch homie

Niggas quick to claim they real never been through nothing

Had to keep my distance from these bustas (From these bustas)

Fuck her one time, I won't never trust her (I won't never trust her)

She got attached to these real wings (Real wings)

Deleting all her texts while I roll a whole

[Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign:]

Ooh, ooh

We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Ooh, ooh

Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Let's go (Let's go)

Let's go (Let's go)

Let's get it (Let's get it)

Haha

Roll up my weed as soon as the day start

Get me a pound and I break it apart

Kush on my clothes, smell the green in my car

Ain't coming close, you smell me from afar

Time after time, I keep smoking that herb

Joint after joint, I must be on the verge

Of overdosing, I be on that loud

Speeding me up, while I'm slowing you down

I just got back from an overseas trip

Smoking with Ty, he got me high as shit

Cause we keep nothing but good in our J

Repping our gang and we mob everyday

Break down an ounce, put it right on a tray

Ain't saving nothing, we smoke everything

Light up a joint, let it stink up the place

Or hit the bong, blow the smoke in your face

I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money

I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real

And I love getting high

(Love getting high)

And I love getting high

(Love getting high)

I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money

I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real

And I love getting high

(Love getting high)

And I love getting high

(Love getting high)

Break it down and roll another one, I could get anything I want

I told her "You should bring a friend for the crew" (friend for the crew)

Hear 'em talk but they ain't want it though, I'm in the Hall of Fame of smoke

'Cause everybody that I'm with, get high too (get high too)

Only rolling in a Wiz Khalifa paper (Khalifa paper)

Taylor Gang G Pen, smell the vapor (smell the vapor)

Take it to the head before I walk up to the plane

I'll probably get so fucking high

Won't even know my fucking name

You got to be a pro, if you wanna get this blow

Never inhale, teach you how to hit this smoke

And I'm never running out of it (running out of it)

Kush smoke, got a lot of it (got a lot of it)

Smoke like we hit the lottery (hit the lottery)

Seen Snoop, he was proud of me (he was proud of me)

Won't go broke 'cause I never spend (never spend)

If them hoes don't smoke, don't let 'em in (don't let 'em in)

I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money

I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real

And I love getting high

(Love getting high)

And I love getting high

(Love getting high)

I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money

I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real

And I love getting high

(Love getting high)

And I love getting high

No Permission lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

When I ride by, I want you to see what I see

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Shit's very clear, uh

Pass me a joint, guarantee Imma hit it

Come to that life, I don't talk it, I live it

I got a old school ass car you can sit in

I got a crib that you probably can't get it

I got a pound, we can grind it and twist it

I been at work on the grind for a minute

Smokin' that loud and still mindin' my business

She fuck with me because I got the vision

Countin' my benjis

Puttin' it all in the bank but I don't really mind if I spend it

Can't take it? Don't cross the line when you finish

When you stay all on your grind you can get it

When we be fuckin' I'm climbin' up in it

She fuck with me because I got the vision

Haters be talkin', don't mind 'em, don't listen

Duckin' 'em shots, that's divine intervention

I be so high, you should probably come visit

You make a choice, hope you like your decision

Come to my crib, we can spark and get lifted

Go up in smoke just like I'm a magician

She ain't have fun, then she probably was trippin'

She fuck with me because I got the vision

Get to this money, get high, my intentions

Family first, that's a valuable lesson

She fuck with me because I got the vision

I fuck with her, when I'm talkin', she listen

When we together, we stick to the mission

Sparkin' that weed up without no permission

She fuck with me because I got the vision

I fuck with her, when I'm talkin', she listen

When we together, we stick to the mission

Rollin' that weed up without no permission, uh

Money come and money go, we stay the same though

Oh, oh

Money come and money go, we stay the same though

Oh, oh

Money come and money go, we stay the same though

Oh, oh

Money come and money go, we stay the same though

Money come and money go, we stay the same though

Oh, oh

Money come and money go, we stay the same though

Oh, oh

Money come and money go, we stay the same though

Oh, oh

Money come and money go, we stay the same though

[Chevy Woods:]

Still getting richer, her friend came for richer

Ain't answer my calls and I guess you don't know 'bout this blessing you missin'

Keys in ignition, ready to start it

Killing that pussy, that's dearly departed

OK, now give me your thoughts on this carpet

Just got the call, Imma pull up and park it

Smellin' like kush, what could you tell me?

Body all chocolate like Keisha in Belly

Damn girl I like what you do with that jelly

You here for your interview, shoutout O'Reilly

We gettin' money nigga case closed

All hundreds to the bankroll

If you coming nigga, let's go

I'm talking crab with the eggroll

Just shot a text "What you doin tonight?"

Oh is you down for the chewin' the night?

Turn off the lights but that ain't what I like

I want to see what you do in the light

Told me you grown and don't need no permission

If it hadn't been for you Ima need intervention

Hold up a second, I'm talkin', just listen

What's on your mind?

Don't make no decisions

I'm gone

iSay lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)

It's KK what I'm smoking nigga

And I done popped so many bottles think I'm through with it

Been smoking so much weed in public owners cool with it

Been on my grind since I was young and now I'm stupid rich

You niggas stupid, I'm in the club and it's ruthless

My crew ain't part of that bullshit

My new whips the hardest

Walk in the office like a business man

I'm just an artist

Smoking and all, crib full of weed

Plaques on the wall

My face on all the magazines

Kush in this jar I'm getting this cheese

Pants skinny rubber bands plenty

Whole team going hard like it's the last inning

Whole team going hard you got no chance of winning

Lot of seats on the floor lot of cash pending

I play the game left hand like my man Jimi

You just a right hand man call that man Semmi

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

All of this off the internet

Those who ain't seen it coming dog I been a threat

Been smoking up all this weed

Been rolling up while I drive

Been to the bottom and back

Been seen you haters disguised

Niggas telling me lies

Just to try to get close

Shades cover my eyes cause I be higher than most

Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn't tired

Live by the code, money power

Once I got on, my niggas hired

Juicy J he ride, it's the gang or die

The game will stress you out but that's what this dubie is for

You acting like you know me now

Never knew me before

Snoop sat me down, school me even more

Kick it with my son and don't even do the awards

Said next year I might win me one

You got problems don't lend me none

Got a pound then go send me one

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

[Juicy J:]

Niggas out here broke because they scared of that bread

My money so old I got mold on that bread

How you think I went and copped that Rolls-Royce Corniche?

Turn around and bought a Maybach next week

A nigga don't hustle then a nigga don't eat

A nigga ain't paying fair, and life ain't cheap

Nigga ain't shit sweet but this box of swisher sweets

Ever since I was a youngin I was

Getting it in the streets

Now I'm on tour even getting it overseas

All the way in Switzerland stacking swisser-cheese

I ain't too good for that brown paper bag

I can still move that work and I get it off fast, hoe

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

mixtape: Cabin Fever 3 (2015)

• Respect
• Move On
• Prequel
• Foreign Bitches Freak Dips
• Shit Starters
• No Worries
• Finish Line
• Call Again
• Gangster 101
• Left
• Fucc Day 

Respect lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J & K Camp)

[Juicy J:]

Mr. Cap you ready? Um hmm

You finna kill this shit, yeah

Pass that bong over there bro

[K Camp:]

When you stay all on your job and stay focused

You gon' be the best

Do what you can when your team get a chance

Put it all to the test

Came for it all, know you heard this before but

I done more with less

Grindin', you fall now you done with the tour

Get it all off your chest

Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'

That's all they respect

Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'

That's all they respect

Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'

That's all they respect

When you go hard

You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothin' left

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I just wanna pull up with my trunk in the front

I just wanna pull up with my niggas smokin' joints

I just wanna pull up with a bitch with no Instagram

I just wanna pull up to the club just to start

When you a young nigga, you can have anything you want

When you a young nigga, you can have any bitch you want

When you a young nigga, you can drive what you wanna drive

When you a young nigga, you can buy what you wanna buy

Havin' fun with some bitches, smokin' weed in the ride

On the corner with my dogs, drinkin' gin to survive

Ain't from the bottom? You can't understand

Bank in my hand, your bitch think I'm the man

Yes I am

[K Camp:]

When you stay out and your chopper stay focused

She gone be the best

Do what you can when your team get a chance

Put it all to the test

Came for it all, know you heard this before but

I don't more less

Grindin', you fall now you done with the tour

Get it all off your chest

Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'

That's all they respect

Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'

That's all they respect

Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'

That's all they respect

When you go hard

You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothin' left

[Juicy J:]

All my pockets overweight

Appetite for all this cake

Money man, I still run this game

I'm in perfect shape

Moonrocks, keep me high as tube socks, bird one

Keep it pimpin' and pay close attention, you might learn somethin'

My family is all I need, I make sure that we gon' eat

Overtime, 25 hours, 8 days a week

I remember back when I was broke, how could I forget?

Nine bathrooms in my crib, I got a pot to piss

My look my momma's face when I bought her a new home

My mom, we finally made it, them hard times is gone

Finally made it legit, ain't no way I'mma quit

Got a cone full of guacamole, let's go get these chips

(Hustlin', hustlin')

All the money coming in so fast you can't resist

(Hustlin', hustlin')

Cause there ain't no such thing as gettin' too rich

(Hustlin', hustlin')

You will never hear me say I don't want no more

(Hustlin', hustlin')

This Juicy J and gettin' to the money is all I know

[K Camp:]

When you stay out and your chopper stay focused

She gone be the best

Do what you can when your team get a chance

Put it all to the test

Came for it all, know you heard this before but

I don't more less

Grindin', you fall now you done with the tour

Get it all off your chest

Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'

That's all they respect

Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'

That's all they respect

Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'

That's all they respect

When you go hard

You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothin' left

[Juicy J:]

Yo nigga keep it real with your motherfuckin' self and grind for your motherfuckin' self

If you lookin' for another nigga. If you lookin' for another nigga to put food on your motherfuckin' table nigga you dumb as fuck

You a stupid ass nigga, you should go fuckin' take a gun and put it to your brains and blow your own God damn brains out

You stupid as hell nigga, don't be beggin' no nigga for shit nigga, get your lazy ass up, get out here and work nigga

You know what I'm sayin'? That's how we get this bread, we hustle nigga

We gotta be out here man, up early in the motherfuckin' mornin' man to the next motherfuckin' morning, man

You know what I'm sayin'? How a nigga supposed to get this shit?

This shit don't, money don't grow on trees, shit don't fall out the sky, nigga. You know what I'm sayin'?

I know you out there high and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Niggas die for this shit man, niggas out here on some real grind, nigga

There's some fucked up motherfuckers out here man, you know what I'm sayin' man?

When a real life situation kick in, your motherfuckin' kids hungry, your bills due, your motherfuckin' car broke down, man

Nigga you gone be sicker than a motherfucker, man

We still gon' be gettin' money, we still gon' be gettin' high, we gon' be in the strip club, we gon' be bringin' in the bags left and motherfuckin' right

Bringin' them bitches in, throwin' that shit out like trash nigga

We gon' be gettin' high as fuck, laughin' at you ol' stupid ass niggas out here man, the fuck outta here man, kill yourself nigga

Move On lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Kevin Gates)

[Kevin Gates:]

Man I ain't encourage my brother to do nothin' fucked up

Man say bitch, your money retarded, if the bitch don't fuck with her she ain't blessed, bitch

Saw her on the dance floor poppin'

Hold up, stop talkin' to me, tryna see that ass bop

She a big booty star on the dance floor boppin'

Hold up, stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm rich, we're both grown

Got a male leave your boyfriend at home

Too high, I'm too gone

If she don't ride with the kid, I move on

I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with

I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with

I ain't really playing with you, don't know your name

I'm just tryna do some things to ya

Take ya home, let you rep Taylor Gang

Let you roll up a plane

Let you bring your homegirls

Let my boys run a train

I'mma real ass nigga outta Pittsburgh

She don't fuck, I don't deal with her, know ya heard

Good dick what I slang, I don't even run game

I've been learned my lane, hoes fuckin' up for fame

Hop in my ride then I go front backside

To the side got my money, she love that

Rollin' weed up first class

Taylor Gang nigga all about his cash

Smackin' lil mama on the ass

I'm rich, we're both grown

Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home

I'm too high, I'm too gone

If she don't ride with the kid, I move on

I'm just tryna find some I can lean with

I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with

[Kevin Gates:]

I done threw a ring around my dick and my finger, ya digg?

I done threw some bling around my grill and my pinky, ya digg?

Your girl end up leavin' with me, you ain't a freak, where your friend?

Gates slang, I'm gonna throw that meat in her stomach for real

Audi, Mustang, Dually Truck, I just wrecked the Chevelle

Flipped it with my wife the other night, give a fuck can you tell?

Kevin it's your pipe, well out in public won't notice she yell

Kept that on the tuck, no recognition, I'm touchin' them bells

Give them to myself off the truck or they come in the mail

Big booty somethin' on the dance floor poppin'

Hold up stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble

Big money pocket, got the lumps

Kevin got dollars

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm rich, we're both grown

Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home

Too high, I'm too gone

If she don't ride with the kid, I move on

I'm just tryna find some I can lean with

I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with

Prequel lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)

That shit hard

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I can't even hear what they're sayin'

Roll another plane up, take all the problems, blow it away

And I can't even hear what they're sayin'

I pull up in a ride that's so loud the motor blow you away

And I can't even go where I really wanna go

Cause I'm always on the road, but I'm gettin' dough

And I can't even say how much money I done made

We ain't gotta roll 'em up because they pre-rolled

All my bitches roll, all my bitches smoke

All my niggas ride, all my money comin' from the go

All I do is grind, all I do is shine

All I do is take my time, take my place and never wait in line

Had to get my own, had to leave 'em 'lone

Had to fuck your bitch, had to grow some weed, had to get some dough

Pass another one, I got cash enough for both of us

Always rollin' up, smell that weed, you know it's us

Gang

I can't even hear what they're sayin'

Roll another plane up, take all the problems, blow it away

And I can't even hear what they're sayin'

I pull up in a ride that's so loud the motor blow you away

And I can't even go where I really wanna go

Cause I'm always on the road, but I'm gettin' dough

And I can't even say how much money I done made

We ain't gotta roll 'em up because they pre-rolled

[Curren$y:]

3 in the roll, then we lit 3 more, continuous smoke

I don't need yours cause these was rolled 'fore I left the door

Nigga fasho, since 2009, this was the code

We collected and changed the trajectory of the globe

Highed up, sittin' in my '84

The second switch I hit'll make my bad bitch drop it low

I'm out front with the moonroof back

Sparks when the bumper scratch

Better tell 'em that, we done smoked the whole pack

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I can't even hear what they're sayin'

Roll another plane up, take all the problems, blow it away

And I can't even hear what they're sayin'

I pull up in a ride that's so loud the motor blow you away

And I can't even go where I really wanna go

Cause I'm always on the road, but I'm gettin' dough

And I can't even say how much money I done made

We ain't gotta roll 'em up because they pre-rolled

Foreign Bitches Freak Dips lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Keep them ad-libs too (I will) hahaha

(Freaks, freaks, freaks, freaks)

I want some foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

Walk up in the club, I see bitches everywhere

I got pussy on my mind, I got weed in the air

I got niggas wanna hate, I got money on my line

Really don't got no problems, cause I don't got the time

And I'm talkin' it cause I'm livin' it

Girl your ass fat, who you in here with?

Really got dough, so I'm spendin' it

Niggas going broke, that's what the difference is

I got your bitch in my ride

Just put a girl on a girl, cause ain't no niggas in sight

I want some foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

[Chevy Woods:]

Tell me that's your foreign bitch, and how you so in love with her

I don't got no love for her, so I don't put my trust in her

Police ass nigga need a badge, why you cuffin' her?

She just wanna get on top of me like a comforter

All across the world, better keep me from your girl

It's a lay up when we stay up, cause she know a nigga trill, yeah

And she just hit my cell phone, yeah

Talkin' 'bout just come alone, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I want some foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

[Chevy Woods (Wiz Khalifa):]

Ain't make it to the club tonight, but this feel like the club tonight

(Uh, shorty got a man, but she gonna fuck tonight)

And hit it in the studio, and she told me, "For sure you right"

(Uh, we gonna make a song, she gonna fall in love tonight)

She said she love that gangsta shit, so she gon' fuck a thug tonight

(She be poppin' pills, she gon' take some drugs tonight)

Heart up on her sleeve, baby, don't you fall in love tonight

(Know me, I don't trust them, I just fuck 'em

I don't cuff 'em, then I'm gone)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I want some foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Foreign bitches, freak dips

Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

I be on some G shit, on some G shit

Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

Shit Starters lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. 2 Chainz)

Man, I heard some crazy ass shit about some shit I never heard before. Then I met that bitch. I was like, "Damn."

She be in the club off them shit starters

She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters

Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters

Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters

She be in the club off them shit starters

She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters

Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters

Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters

She got Taylor Gang tatted on her body

Tryna fuck her friend right after the party

She gon' crush it up, put it in a bottle

Told her I ain't ever fucked a hoe off the molly

She was lookin' at me like I was crazy

Take the shit starter, girl don't try to play me

Got a girl on a girl, that's a great team

She be suckin' everything, fuckin' everything

She be in the club off them shit starters

She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters

Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters

Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters

She be in the club off them shit starters

She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters

Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters

Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters

[2 Chainz:]

I walk around with bands, I done ran up

Wanted a Bentley, now I want a Lamb' truck

Yeah I got the fix like a handyman

I might take a Xan, fly to Amsterdam

I am with the shits, need a Wet Wipe

My neighbor use antennas for a crackpipe (whoa, truuuu)

Pocket full of percs with a 10 on 'em

Pocket full of 100s, not a 10 on 'em

Used to get my cars straight from Hertz

I'ma put my thumb up her skirt

I'ma put my finger on her clit

Couple middle fingers to your clique

All I really need is a shit starter

Smoked a zip and a half, nigga, six quarters

Suede wallpaper, raw paper got me Asian

She want a plastic bag full of Caucasian

[Wiz Khalifa:]

She be in the club off them shit starters

She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters

Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters

Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters

She be in the club off them shit starters

She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters

Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters

Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters

No Worries lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes

Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to

I've been on the road, she outta control

Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close

I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'

I ain't worried about what I don't got

I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'

I ain't worried about what I don't got

Top spot, catch me at the top spot

Wouldn't have made it where I'm at if I didn't know a lot

Progress helped me grow a lot

Hit my money, show a lot

Roll my weed up, smoke a lot

Pulled new cars off the parkin' lot

And old ones too

Show love, that's what real ones do

Get my cake long and stay strong

Put my niggas on too

My whips so foreign

My team ballin', my bitch bad, she keep callin'

Them niggas talk? We got heat for 'em

Been in the game, don't sleep on 'em

Hundred K, that's cheap for 'em

What you spend that in a week for?

What you still tryna keep her for?

She was mine, you just think she yours

Chauffeur, I don't open doors

Fly private, know the pilot

On my shit, nigga I'm lit

Got your bitch on my dick

That's Taylor Gang

This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes

Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to

I've been on the road, she outta control

Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close

I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'

I ain't worried about what I don't got

I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'

I ain't worried about what I don't got

[Chevy Woods:]

I seen it all before, I seen it all before

I gave it to her once and now she wantin' more

Ain't here for all the talk cause I'm just tryna score

That paper pilin' up, that's what they hate me for

I'm on that boss shit, that boss shit

Chasin' money like fuck the talkin'

That ain't a topic, hit your top and

That's a problem, gon' need a medic or a doctor

[?] gon' call 'em, that's just the options

You talkin' like you on molly, somebody stop him

They plottin' like we should rob 'em

They want my riches man

No Welven them niggas sorry

Ain't got no bitches

Just watch me pull up in 'Raris

Hittin' switches

[Wiz Khalifa:]

This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes

Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to

I've been on the road, she outta control

Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close

I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'

I ain't worried about what I don't got

I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'

I ain't worried about what I don't got

Finish Line lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Project Pat)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, first place, first place, she want first place

First place, hit a home run, skipped first base

She want first place, first place

Not the runner up, she want first place

Cross the finish line, she in first place

First place, first place, first place

First place, first place, first place

Met her at the club, took her back to my hotel

Say she got a man, fuck her, when she won't tell

Leavin' out the crib high as fuck with no plane

Rollin' Mary J, now I smoke every day

I blow KK on the regular

Fuck me like you said you would

She ain't down to do it, get another bitch instead of her

Bombay on my breathe and all my niggas on your left

Took all your bitches, ain't nothin' left

She sucked a dick, she passed the test

She don't want the runner up, she want first place

Went to [?] and fucked her on the first date

Bitches love Young Khalifa in the worst way

I fuck 'em once and pass 'em off cause I ain't thirsty

Cake like it's my birthday

I sent ya on the lurker page

She come to the show and break me off now she in first place

She skip past them bitches bullshit and she in first place

Her friend eat it while she suck this dick, now she in first place

Put it all in her face

Uh, first place, first place, she want first place

First place, hit a home run, skipped first base

She want first place, first place

Not the runner up, she want first place

Cross the finish line, she in first place

First place, first place, first place

First place, first place, first place

[Project Pat:]

Macaroni, pretty Tony, I'm just tryna make the bitch

Pimp, player, ho layer, I'm just tryna break the bitch

Bottom bitch, real slick, you got skills to make me rich

Poodle noodles, face like a poodle ass takin' shit

Double dick

Down south bitch eat that cornbread

Bounce that ass on a hard dick with some warm head

Graffiti on her body, I see she got long weave

Maserati, go to my goal on my skis

And she got a job with a salary

The bitch went to Howard University

Credit good, she can take me on a shoppin' spree

Baby daddy wanna hold her back, lock and key

In the back of the Ghost, gave me head, wasn't scared

She understood in life you gotta cheat to get ahead

It was our first date, I couldn't let her skate

She wanted first place, so I shot a nut in her face

Call Again lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Problem & Juicy J)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Time to time

I tell 'em I don't love 'em I just fuck 'em

Then I move on to another one, pass 'em to my brother

Get that pussy under cover, got her ass from her mother

Got my weed straight from Berner, you a nerd so you cuff her

I could hardly trust these bitches I learn they no sucker

On that gas like a trucker, smack the ass when I fuck her

I get plenty love, it's all of the above

I'm on Gin and drugs, give me some

Then it's straight to the club, pockets fillin' up

Niggas love trynna hate on us, they ain't real enough

Always fill the building up, young and I'm rich as fuck

Text your bitch, I ain't trynna "Netflix & Chill" with her

I'mma roll a joint, give her the best dick she ever had

She don't fuck then I'mma get her bestfriend instead of her

My cash is irregular, I bag bitches everywhere

Got some clothes still got on the tags that I don't never wear

You in last smokin', doin' dabs, I run through the cash

They tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign

You don't believe a word, you hear us all the same

You been here time to time, you heard it all before

After I fuck you once I'll never call again

[Problem:]

These bitches be like

Dick hoppin', clique hoppin' for better positions

Pillow talking to any nigga payin' attention

They on a mission tryna fog up a players vision

Fuck then I'm finished, before you leave bitch go clean that kitchen

I ain't gon lie oh yeah the Chacho was a victim once

Before that happened again you will catch me smokin' blunts

And all I do is papers, all I'm bout is paper

Love you for the night, tomorrow we are strangers

You ain't gotta call cause I ain't

Textin' "Can we kick it?" no reply

You text again like I thought we had a connection

I text back "Bitch I ain't that type of guy"

Gang over everything

Taylor, Diamond Lane we the reconnected

Bombay and bomb dick bitch is better then expected

Bossed up, fuckin' top so you better not disrespect it

Compton to the fuckin' burbs we connected

Hit the exit

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign

You don't believe a word, you hear us all the same

You been here time to time, you heard it all before

After I fuck you once I'll never call again

Gangster 101 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. King Los)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Anywhere that we go they know us

I keep some KK in the plane rolled up

Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

I do my thing, 100k to show up

Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup

If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Called some friends, told her call some friends

Pour some juice and Gin

We go in, we be going in

We don't know the end

Pour some Gin, she want some more Henn

I'm late for level ten

Love again, never love again, never love again

Niggas talk, they don't really mean it cause it's all for fame

Look at me, look into my eyes, I been through some pain

Lost some change, then bounced back again

Gave some niggas game, y'all some lames, y'all some lames

Y'all some, y'all some lames

I'm just counting up this money, rolling up a plane

Niggas in my lane, so I'm focused on some other things

When you a boss in the game you show hella patience

Niggas going on your page, don't know where the bank is

She keep blowing up my phone, said she wanna play

Spent one night at my crib, say she wanna stay

I do what I want to, say what I wanna say

I been hustlin', hustlin', I been hustlin'

[Wiz Khalifa (King Los):]

Anywhere that we go they know us

I keep some KK in the plane rolled up

Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

I do my thing, 100k to show up

Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup

If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

(Yeah, yeah, I shouldn't have hit that KK)

[King Los:]

Oh, shit, hold up, hold up, bro I'm focused

Roll up, blow and choke it

Water don't approach us

Fucked the hoe with magic, call it hocus pocus

Los the dopest spoken, flow and stroke the coldest

Stroked the hoe and told her, "Whoa, whoa, whoa catch it all"

Like Pokemon then poke the poke to free 'em

Hokey Pokey, put your left foot in

I put the effort in, no don't eff with them

I chef with the same shit I'm left with

Cooking with the left, boy, I'm Stephen

Wicked with the right like I'm Leftwich

Spit it to a dyke, get the leverage

Kick it for a night, that's the blessin'

Might hit it twice if I'm guessin'

She'll probably bring her wife to the session

Bitch on wood like Spike at the Knick game

Nice with the dick game, slurp game, twerk game

Pipe in a chick frame, twenty-four seven

More money, more blessings

I ain't got fifty cents for the bitch

I don't ask her twenty-one questions

My nigga's flip yayo, I just put the bucks in the bank

Keep it G with the niggas 'round the way though

You knit that together, you get that

You chit-chat too much, you're a bitch ass nigga

A big ass bitch, that's a BBW

I'm a eighties baby, that's BB's on BMW's

You PMS cause you BS, I serve niggas like UPS

The groupies sweat the coupe

The Gucci sweats, the retro sneaks

The groove too fresh, the proven best

The cool respect the cool

So who are you, the spectacle

The new special dude, the next to rule

The extra ruse, I'm extra rude

My ex could prove that I had to make an extra move now

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Anywhere that we go they know us

I keep some KK in the plane rolled up

Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

I do my thing, 100k to show up

Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup

If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

Left lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Yo Gotti)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I done smoked weed with the best of them

I got me more money than the rest of them

I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them

Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em

Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em

I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them

Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

Weed and some gin, weed and some gin

She wanna fuck me and her friend, me and her friend

Be there once, we'll be there again, be there again

Fuck her once, then seen in a win, all these Benjamins

Got me spendin' cake like a nigga baked it

Stay away from all the hate, I don't do the fake shit

I got more money to make and soon as I make it

I'ma split it with my gang, sorry if you ain't in

Rollin' weed up on the plane, only smokin' papers

Run up on your main bitch, teach her how to take dick

She ain't even say shit, other niggas' basic

I'm on some outer space shit, come and ride my spaceship

Fucked her and she came quick

I done smoked weed with the best of them

I got me more money than the rest of them

I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them

Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em

Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em

I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them

Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

[Yo Gotti:]

I'm intact, I can't fuck with you fuckboys

I'm multi, Tiffany my new toy

Just pulled up in a foreign with a foreigner

Your bitch textin' my phone but I'm ignorin' her

I guess it goes down in the DM

Now I'm burnin' head in the PM

Havin' problems in your house, it might be my fault

I just knocked your bitch on a IO Hawk

Fuck a hater, get some money, yeah them my thoughts

Brown bags in the closet, that's my fault

Bitches fuckin' for designer, niggas killin' for attention

Talkin' million dollar shit when they ain't even seen a million

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I done smoked weed with the best of them

I got me more money than the rest of them

I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them

Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em

Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em

I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them

Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

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