Itself lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)

If that pussy good it's gon' sell itself

If that dope A1 then it's gon' sell itself

If that bankroll all 100's, it speak for itself

Do it by myself, I don't need no help

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go

Bitch been sellin' pussy, lookin' for them rookies

Man your bitch is took in if I catch a lookin'

She just wanna come with me and smoke on this Cookie

I think all these bitches gay and all these niggas crooked

On my way to Cali smokin' on some Cali

Mo' money, mo' problems when I'm in the valley

I swear I love the dough, I swear I love to count it

I can tell you everything you need to know about it

What's beef to a nigga ridin' with a chopper?

Money on my mind, ain't thinkin' 'bout a robber

Run up on this Bentley you gon' need a doctor

I just have my lil' homie hop out, pop it and drop you

If that pussy good it's gon' sell itself

If that dope A1 then it's gon' sell itself

If that bankroll all 100's, it speak for itself

Do it by myself, I don't need no help

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go

If I wasn't a boss don't know what I'd be

Was 19 years old in the club with no ID

I just need to flex, then she comin' home with me

All-A-All about the money, that's the only thing

Married to the game, I don't need no wedding ring

She wanna fuck a rapper, that's her biggest dream

Might get out on you, but she ain't foolin' me

In a week I might just take down two or three

Takin' trips to Vegas, I'm with major players

Smokin' kush in papers, I don't fuck with fakers

Put that pussy on a platter, she's your waitress

It ain't 'bout the money, I might see you later

If that pussy good it's gon' sell itself

If that dope A1 then it's gon' sell itself

If that bankroll all 100's, it speak for itself

Do it by myself, I don't need no help

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go

You know how this game go, ain't no life after death

Man, somebody gotta die

Swear to God, I'm fresh to death

Bitches got you hypnotized, see it in your damn eyes

Niggas out here kickin' doors lookin' for the grand prize

See, I'm just lookin' for the baddest bitch to fuck tonight

She wanna give it up to me cause you ain't fuck her right

Shawty actin' like her fingers all she want is pipe

This my last day in town, she wanna fuck it all night

But I'ma fuck and kick her out, then call another one

Yea, I'm a nasty boy so I need to double up

The world is filled with hoes, nigga, get you one

If player-hatin' was a sport you would be number one

If that pussy good it's gon' sell itself

If that dope A1 then it's gon' sell itself

If that bankroll all 100's, it speak for itself

Do it by myself, I don't need no help

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, pussy, dope and bankrolls

Pussy, dope and bankrolls, you know how this game go

You know how this game go, nigga

The pussy, the dope, the bankrolls

It's all these niggas wanna do, man, and celebrate

I don't see shit wrong with it

You're supposed to celebrate, man

It's what life is all about man, enjoy, lookin' ass nigga

Luxury Flow lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro:]

1 AM, stone as night

Still blessed to have you here with me

Real shit, so I'm still kicking it

[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]

I do it better than most of these guys

Getting money is the joke to these guys

When you get my type of money, you don't notice them guys

Stay focused on the money or be broke when you die

Niggas know not to be stepping on my situation

You know the type is where I'm head it

I throw money like I fade it

Hate the struggle, hate the grind at my nigga basement

Used to hate it on the nigga, but your figure's never me

Real tall, I can quit

Also till I die I'm still getting higher than an elevator

Bye bitch, I'm everywhere where cash is

You ain't getting no aces

You're a liability to loyalty, now back that

Try to get you niggas game, you had to make a check

But you won't survive if you get me like your last connect

[Hook - Juicy J:]

Luxury flows, I've got luxury flows

Throw it in my grip, that's a luxury role

Luxury flows, I've got luxury hoes

Luxury flows, I've got luxury clothes

Gucci's on my ass, nine hunned for them hoe

Luxury flows, this the luxury flow

Luxury flows, I've got luxury hoes

Luxury flows, this the luxury flow

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm a Romeo, throw me up a jail and I'm a face it

Always been real, never had to fake it

If I call rapper meter she would take it

All up in her crib, I don't care bout who she digging

And I'm on the [?]

White people stare when I walk up to the plane

I got Gs, I got Doh's

I've got keys to the Rolls

I got cake by the O

[Hook - Juicy J:]

Luxury flows, I've got luxury flows

Throw it in my grip, that's a luxury role

Luxury flows, I've got luxury hoes

Luxury flows, I've got luxury clothes

Gucci's on my ass, nine hunned for them hoe

Luxury flows, this the luxury flow

Luxury flows, I've got luxury hoes

Luxury flows, this the luxury flow

Stay The Same lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Hook - Juicy J:]

They say money make you change up

Fuck it then, I'm tryina change up

Yeah, I'm tryina get my change up

Bitch, I'm just tryina fuck the game up

(Woah) You think I worked this hard to stay the same?

(Uh) You think I worked this hard to stay the same?

(Uh) You think I worked this hard to stay the same?

Hell no, boy, I'm tryina fuck the game up

[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]

Started from the bottom, then I came up

Niggas still broken tryna' blame us

I'd be on fire, they just flame up

You can never understand where I came from

Uh, you think I worked this hard to stay the same?

Hell no, we'd be in the thangs switching lane to lane

Bitch, you're still broken, I am the one to blame?

Do your thing, just don't hate the player, nigga hate the game

Woah, woah, I work to esteem, to a beamer, pretty motto bitch

Pussy wet as Aquafina

I got things I used to dream of, everything a little cleaner

Every time a nigga see me, I'm in something new

[Hook - Juicy J:]

They say money make you change up

Fuck it then, I'm tryina change up

Yeah, I'm tryna' get my change up

Bitch, I'm just tryna' fuck the game up

You think I worked this hard to stay the same?

You think I worked this hard to stay the same?

You think I worked this hard to stay the same?

Hell no, boy, I'm tryna' fuck the game up

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]

Started off broke, now I'm a change up

Nigga you ain't nothing, you are stranger

Seen you in the club upon the lame stuff

Probably cause your chick gave the thang up

Anywhere I'm at, get my gang up

You'd be in the cuff with your chains at

You'd be in the snitches giving names up

I ain't in the diss, so I came look

Can't touch, can't fake

Never met a chick that I can't take

Never had a patience, so I can't wait

Never been a hater, so I can't hate

[Hook - Juicy J:]

They say money make you change up

Fuck it then, I'm tryina change up

Yeah, I'm tryna get my change up

Bitch, I'm just tryna' fuck the game up

You think I worked this hard to stay the same?

You think I worked this hard to stay the same?

You think I worked this hard to stay the same?

Hell no, boy, I'm tryna fuck the game up

[Outro - Juicy J:]

Broke bitches all in my business

Only thing worse is a bunch of broke niggas

You know how niggas get it when a nigga ain't getting it?

What's the use of making money if a nigga can't spend it?

I got broke bitches all in my business

Only thing worse is a bunch of broke niggas

You know how niggas get it when a nigga ain't gettin' it?

What's the use of making money if a nigga can't spend it?

On The Way lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Hook - Juicy J:]

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way

[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]

Yeah, I'm no my way but I ain't tryina stay

I'm just tryina smashing dash like the other day

Ain't nothing changed, give me brain, I'm stuck in my way

I ain't tricking, I pay up bitch to get out my face

See, that's the pimping in, I want these niggas envy

I hit their bitch and I'd be gone and leave your pockets empty

I swear my trigger finger got it bustin' like a semi

I play these hoes like Michael Jordan, you just got it pimping

See, I'd be Dodgers bitches, I got a lot of misses

May your bitches wanna get my dick a lot of kisses

She keep telling me she love me, I don't wanna hear it

Bitch the only time I'm tricky when I'm disappearing

[Hook - Juicy J:]

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm always on the mission, I got a lot of women

Ain't no relationship after I get that mouth I'm dippin'

Put so much OG Kush upon a scale I got a tippin'

And now she caught me trippin', that wasn't my intention

Bombay I'm always sippin', KK that's my religion

Them niggas talking down to one come on missing

Them bitches won the Grammy, got a pot to piss in

Tryina get another one, don't give a fuck about your mansion

Who paying for the clothes?

Why your clip full of hoes?

Why you wise up my shows?

All the real niggas know!

Ain't any too many left of us

She ain't new addition, she do this on the regular

[Hook - Juicy J:]

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way

[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]

I just touch down in the city and I need that fix

If the air right it up, I might keep you on the list

I bet the bitch are coming fuck me for some kids

She wanna fuck me cause I got a Maybach on my wrist

I call her hair darker, she keep the head proper

She need a head boy cause I'm the bed rocker

Told her she running out of time, I got a shy o'clock

She wanted kick it all day, but we playin' soccer

I hit her, she hit me right back

My nigga she know what I'm on

I'll let her play with the money

Other than play with my ball

She told me her nigga was weak

So I let her smokin' this strong

I hear that they're putting to sleep

But I get right back in my zone

[Hook - Juicy J:]

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way, I'm on the way, little bitch

I'm tryina fuck you, but I ain't trying to stay, little bitch

I'm on the way

Cell Ready lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa)

Man this volcano bag get you high as fuck

Yo TM, you know what I'm saying mane, Its time man you know

Finna get the whole world high man

Let them feel these side effects

This shit finna be deadly bruh

[Juicy J:]

Fuck with my fam, this shit gon' get deadly

They gon' have to get my cell ready

Play with my paper, this shit gon' get deadly

They gon' have to get my cell ready

Short me on my dope, this shit gon' get deadly

They gon' have to get my cell ready

Fuck with one of my niggas, this shit gon' get deadly

They gon' have to get my cell ready

[Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa:]

One thing niggas on, hand me my chrome

Goin back to snatching niggas out they Cadillac and send them home

Smoke em' like a bong, then its back to counting money when I'm stoned

Or I send a hit through the phone and my dudes will come get you and they'll never leave you alone

My niggas official like refs with a whistle, I just make one call back to top off your dome

Off with your head, bitch I'm a king I got shooters with 2's protecting my throne

One shot then you gone, you should've known. I'm a real nigga I cannot be cloned

I'm filthy rich still don't let a penny go

I be up all night like I'm Arsenio

Freaky bitches take the dick in any whole

Now they famous cause they in my video

Who you foolin' I don't buy

I don't judge I just go off vibes

When I touch the sky then hop in this ride

Taylor Gang nigga we don't die

This world is mine I delete you guys

We all tryna eat we don't need your kind

And get that cash but family first

Be prepared to grind nigga put in work

Fuck nigga what would you do for this ice

You think its really worth losing your life

How bad you want stripes, my young niggas killers

If I give the word then they smashing you niggas

Bunch of youngins' coming from a broken home

Slanging rock n roll but ain't no rolling stone

Streets welcome niggas in with open arms

If I catch the charge I'm a post a bond

You god damn right I'm a certified boss I can cut the check or I can cut your throat

Put you on the table tag on your toe smoking weed till' I overdose

You don't want beef you ain't thinking clear. I'm too busy tryna make a fucking village

Dripping more cheese then a chicken Philly, Pittsburgh niggas really bout they business

I got niggas with me don't got any feelings

They just really wit it, they just into killing

Hard as hell on the internet but nigga in the streets you like Richard Simmons

My money long and my passport got more stamps then a nigga mail

It ain't a problem if I catch a body then I'm heading over seas I'll never see a sail nigga!

MAFIA

GANG!

Khalifa (2016)

• BTS
• Celebrate
• Elevated
• City View
• Cowboy
• Bake Sale
• Call Waiting
• Make A Play
• Most Of Us
• Zoney
• Lit
• No Permission
• iSay 

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