Garage Talk lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh

I just got the fuck off a plane

6 car garage, I got more than 1 job

Be a boss, go hard

Wake up, smelling kush when I yawn

Shorty wanna fuck with the king, tired of them pawns

Ain't on the top? Well, that's nonsense

Bank account full of G's, so that's all you gon' get

TSA know my face so they don't trip

Chain frost, big bitch that I'm with don't give me no lip

We done touch M's, now we on to billions

Hard to explain how these new rugs feeling

Blowin' kush up in high ceiling's

Having meetings at the crib, confidential dealings

And I ain't gotta tell you who the realest is

That's my nigga Spitta, foreign cooked chef

And where the kitchen is

Money straight where my business is

And the girls fuck with me so I'm always where the bitches is

Kid

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I see all the sexy mami's in here

Hey, ayy, Wiz I smell you up here, too

Make sure you pass that KK to the DJ booth

Aw shit, here comes Spitta on them gold BBS

[Curren$y:]

Yep, swung through, gold BBS and the spoiler kit

1986, slinging that shit

They want the family price on them bricks

But I just had a son and I only love him

So I ain't coming down on the price

Ain't no where else you gon' get shit this nice

Got cocaine white, Air Force Nikes

Bought K-Swisses for all my bitches

Put hightop troops on all my shooters

Bought the Goose down jacket from the boosters

Shootouts on the roof, racing in them coupes

She wore the Gucci frames with the door knocker hoops

And the lying motherfucker tell you I ain't the truth

Rich uncle come through, pop the truck, pull the duffel

Lay the merchandise out, get the loot, motherfucker

East side real nigga, show ya how to hustle

Outside, put the fucking Chevrolet's on the bumper

If it don't hop, nigga, park that shit

That ain't no low rider, thats a rollin' imposter

Put the stocks on fool, quit playing like you out here

2009, all kind of high

How Fly had fools on the moon trying to drive

Its a stoned duo, solid gold judo

Kicked the fuck out that game and now she won't go

Ladies, if you ain't go your own drinks, you gotta get out the section

You heard my man Spitta

Fellas, raise your glasses

Tip your bartenders

And make sure you take that nigga bitch

We bout to ride out

Jet Life, Taylor Gang, ow

10 Bricks lyrics - Curren$y x Smoke DZA x Harry Fraud (feat. Big KRIT & French Montana)

[French Montana:]

Gon' slow it down for 'em, you know

Sometimes, they say you gotta laugh

You might laugh to cry out, hahahaha

Ahh man

When you get time to relax

That's the pleasure

Y'know'sayin

[French Montana:]

Homie, I just lost my only paper, back to square one

Feel like misery is my only neighbor

They say God protect us

I don't know why I feel safer with a burner

Getting high got me locked up in the prison, smelling like last night

Why people sell their soul for the fast life?

Nobody loves us

And they tell us go fight for the flag, but don't fight for them colors

Watch some television, have you baptized and your brain washed

What to wear, where to live, what to do when a friend is a friend with a motive

Them broke plans, have a nigga down, feeling hopeless

Hoping I can make mills before I lay on my back

On the block where a million niggas flipping packs

Grabbing my leg

Feel like crabs in the bucket, can't get ahead

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya

Tell 'em I ain't falling off never

That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it

I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever

Cause either you a made man, or your game plan

Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands

Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out

Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about

[Curren$y:]

Too much going on to think about

Old school Camero like the new ones never dropped

Bitch waving while I'm swinging but I can't stop

Like that green

Bitch, we always got the green light, what you mean?

I go where I please

Ho like, "don't leave" but baby, I'm in the breeze

Money don't grow on them, but I for sure smoke on them

Cadillac with the Ritz with the true spokes on them

Slabs, whatever you want, we have

Slinging like the rock fired by David and Goliath

Word rhyming Heisman

Joe Namath with my fur coat, sidelining

I bought Rolex watches for all of my offensive linemen

Because it's time to make it happen

Audio dope boy magic

Burning through the plastic, touchdown passes

Flicking fleas off like ashes

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya

Tell 'em I ain't falling off never

That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it

I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever

Cause either you a made man, or your game plan

Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands

Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out

Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about

[Smoke DZA:]

Riiiiight

Niggas acting funny on the daily, spare me

I be indifferent to most shit, sincerely

Not a fuck given in my body, sorry

Try to hit me with that old school game, Atari

Leave them like Lawry's, nigga, saucy as shit

You know the type, bad bite, but when they see you, straight hop on your dick

I'm like "are these niggas stupid or nah?"

Rhetorical questions as I puff on my 'gar

Ain't heard from my homie in weeks, he in the hole

When I get that unavailable call I already know

And as soon as a nigga press 5

He hit me with a "riiiiight"

I be hyped, daddy, keeping spirits alive

Said he heard me on the radio the whole building was live

He like "Nigga, I won't see daylight soon

But as long as you shining bro, I'll be cool."

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya

Tell 'em I ain't falling off never

That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it

I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever

Cause either you a made man, or your game plan

Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands

Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out

Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about

Benz Boys lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Stay papered up, woah

Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)

Stay papered up, woah

Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)

[Curren$y:]

Heavy ass Mercedes Benz on top rims

Big chain, pink diamonds, candy ring

Couple million dollars off my own strain

Your life like a video game, Gran Turismo

I'm in that GT-R 'cause I parked the six four

I had the match for the cash

Underground garage where I stash

These niggas still in competition

When I pass, move

2009 on time whenever we come through

Avoidin' the traps, these cappin' ass bitches livin' life behind Snapchat filters

Fuck them, this is us

Still G'd up and way more papered up

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Stay papered up, woah

Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Okay, I only care 'bout the money

Can't no one take it from me

And I'm smilin' all the time, but nigga, ain't shit funny

Leavin' out the Gucci store, nigga, ain't shit bummy

On the paper chase on your ring, they shit runnin'

Took four years off and the checks kept comin'

All the girls wanna treat me like I'm special or somethin'

We at number one, mean we standin' next to nothin'

And the shit you rock is fake, but that's another discussion

I see a lotta dudes hate and the shit is disgusting

And I travel all the time, always gettin' through customs

And my livin' room new, everything in there custom

And the gang with me, everything I got is because 'em

Fools need better luck, they be wishin' it was them

Go on tour when I want, 50k for the clubin'

We a bunch of rich niggas and our kids'll be cousins

And don't gotta open doors, we just pushin' the button

That's on gang, life (Motherfucker)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Stay papered up, woah

Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)

Stay papered up, woah

Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)

[Curren$y:]

Three hundred thousand on your block, stars in the hardtop

Come through it don't stop, unless it's bitches out

Money is all I'm 'bout, don't know how much I got

'Cause it's never enough, fill another safe up

They only play tough, they really cream puff

I roll another one, forever highed up

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, Off-White kicks

[Curren$y:]

Tryna find a billion dollars 'fore I find the right bitch

Side kick, roll the weed up

Catch a vibe with a real nigga that'll check his bags private

Come learn how I live, me and Spitta 'bout to buy the island

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Stay papered up, woah

Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)

Stay papered up, woah

Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)

The Life lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Curren$y:]

Yeah, uh

Listenin' to Cameo, smokin' on the patio

Polo chinos, a Pro Club

Plottin' out the next score

Couple weeks in Cali

Smokin' the best, gettin' some rest

Then it's back to the full-court press

Niggas playin' for keeps

Tryna be the next Suga Slim, Baby or Master P

I don't pass that weed, it's all for me

I rolled it, so I'm only fo' sho gon' smoke it

Go and get your own shit

Focused on rollin' on, wrote for me and all of my dogs

Involved with takin' Jet Life, Taylor Gang to the stars

I done bought Ferraris from pennin' these rap bars

And I didn't stop there, I got so much more

Inspiration, somethin' you should reach for

See me in that Porsche, that should push you to go hard

I've done it, you can do it, ain't no difference

It's only real ones in the buildin'

Need to start really livin', make money every minute

The more things change, the more they stay the same

I stay high, peep game, sound the trumpets

And celebrate with buckets of champagne

Save the sparklers, I got the light show in my ring

And when we exit, they'll say the best just left here

And the rest is just like, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y:]

This is the life, bitches and Nikes

Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury

And all the bad bitches fuck with me

And them pussy-ass niggas don't want none of me

This is the life, bitches and Nikes

Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury

Sports cars in the front yard

Dream big and we live large

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh

All the gang rules apply when you fuckin' with the guys

Brought enough so we all could get high

She with me, don't be actin' all surprised

I get more money today than you see for the rest of your life

Tell you once, I don't gotta tell you twice

All my bitches treat me nice and my crib feel like paradise

Ain't gon' have as much fun as she had tonight

And if you got a plus one, everything alright

When it come to girls, I don't trust none

Khalifa kush, I'ma crush some, we gon' smoke 'til the sun come up

Ya nigga got a problem with it, hope he don't run up

I'ma take a shot, that's enough for both of us (Both of us)

And if you bring a friend, I'ma let her in

Andretti OG, that's the medicine

I'm tryna get high as the rent

Niggas comment on the smell, but I take that as a compliment

Don't fuck with no hatin' 'cause we don't do that

We countin' up paper, no we don't lose that

Since I leveled up, I never moved back

World of weed, bringin' all the booze

Don't stress her 'cause she gon' choose

[Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y:]

This is the life, bitches and Nikes

Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury

And all the bad bitches fuck with me

And them pussy-ass niggas don't want none of me

This is the life, bitches and Nikes

Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury

Sports cars in the front yard

Dream big and we live large

Find A Way lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play

Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid

Major weight make it hard for them to imitate

Rolex tell the daytime and the date

If I eat, all my niggas gon' get a plate

If you hate, guaranteed, you ain't in the way

Clown shit, we don't entertain

Always been a young nigga with the vision and I'm still the same

Turned an idea into a strain

Do it once, I fuck with you, I respect you, you do it again

Nothin' but the best for the fam

I don't gotta flex for the 'Gram

Too many rings for my hands, so we stack 'em and stash 'em

We them fuckin' champs

[Curren$y:]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ah-ah, uh

You ain't gotta lie to kick it

You ain't close to rich enough to be in here

Papered up and stoned at every appearance

Martha's Vineyard, baby left her diamond necklace behind

At the bed and breakfast, it's fine

She got that on a heist, she'll steal a better one on the next one

I only fuck with professionals

Sniper scopes and silencers stuck inside of leather sectionals

Watch where you sit at, might hear that click-clack

I copped the BMW six pack, M package

Highway action, state mansion

That's what G's do, you smell that fire in the breeze, fool

Don't you dare call this shit a part two

This a whole 'nother animal, this that mankind mandible

Chanel drip on your television channel

Counting cake lit as a birthday candle

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Pay me just like a fan do

Real one so they don't know how much my shit they can handle

Chicks love social media, so I watch out for them scandals

Don't measure that kush, give you a handful

Gotta grind 'cause my son hungry and the rent due

[Curren$y:]

We changed how you smoke, changed how you dress

Your whole life was blessed by the presence of the stoned legends

Ho, retrace our steps and see what you get

If you never let suckers talk you out shootin' your shot

Hustle with every breath, huh?

[Wiz Khalifa:]

McQueen

Ounces of weed

Got your own

If you at my table

McQueen

Ounces of weed

Got your own

If you at my table

Yeah, ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Eastside lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Curren$y:]

Uh, I'm from the East Side section of your area

I ain't bullshittin', corners I be hittin'

Just the morning edition, champagne, orange juice mixin'

Fell asleep in the studio, woke up on a mission

Wall Street wolf, these lil' niggas shook

When we walked in the room, they ain't know where to look

That eye contact might result in combat

My hands clean, I don't know who wrote that contract

Youngsters huntin', murdin' for hire, doin' numbers

Trade your life for a Camaro this summer

Ain't nothin' where I come from, but I come up quite different

Spittin' that zigzag, raw raps, spit shit

Major wrist get you that big bag

All the Ziploc with that motherfuckin' toe tag

But we the Taylor Gang, Jet Lyfe, us high-flyers never die

It's 20 inch BMX bikes, stomp pegs, grip pliers

Now me and Pittsburgh Slim is both post drivers

Sit by, talkin' shit about us, but you need to get like us

'Cause you know our shit is always tighter

Always flyer, we just 2009-ed you

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, no pain, no gain, I treat 'em the same

If it ain't my strain, it ain't in my brain

The boss, the man, nothing in between

Them niggas be gone as soon as they came

My car go fast, wash it in the rain

My chain is cold, diamonds in my rings

I get respect not because of fame

You hate, you lame, I don't entertain

My shoes, my fit, cost a little change

She was your chick, now she with the gang

Just rolled a zip, now I need a flame

Well known, it don't gotta be explained

My Benz, or I'm hoppin' out a plane

Jet Lyfe the gang, all of it the same

New crib, put our logo on everything

Plus worldwide, they know our name

That's on gang, Lyfe

Jet Taylor, smoke the best flavors

From The Start lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Curren$y:]

I put the cheat code in

I got the money and the infinite lives, this Vice City bitch

I pray I never have to let it rip

But these the days and the times and you never know who gon' try

This that pink Polo, Ye flow, give it through the barbwire

At the top of the back yard fences to slow them motherfuckers down if they try to get in here

Ate them mushrooms and watched Scarface and now I'm pacing in my window

Back in my mind I know nobody coming

But then my third eye remind me not everybody love me

Still I slide, twisting it up

Weeding out them Chevy's, hitting switches, giving it up

Living it bruh

The vision for us was quite clear

When the smoke clears decades later we'll still be here

I don't know where them other niggas at

I ain't looking for no fools

I'm tryna remember where I parked the Benz at

[Tommy Girl:]

We been on your prey

And we do it everyday

Jet Life, Taylor Gang

And you know what to say

You know who you are from the start

[Wiz Khalifa:]

From the beginning, niggas always started winning

Gon' remember me before I'm finished

From a place where it's hard living

Ain't no handouts

Now it's stars in the ceiling

Niggas got options when it come to cars

No more regular hoes

All I'm fucking with is superstars

From the bullshit we moving on

Rolling strong, foreign broad, need the newest car

Ain't a song unless my dog detonate the bomb

Kush got me right, hope you don't take it wrong

When I roll it up and light I need more than an eighth

I don't need nothing from you little homie, I'm straight

Jet Life, Taylor Gang

[Tommy Girl:]

We been on your prey

And we do it everyday

Jet Life, Taylor Gang

And you know what to say

You know who you are from the start

No Clout Chasin lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

Hah, good one, Richard

Z cooking on the track

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Some of them supposed to go, some of them supposed to stay

I ain't tryna ruin yours, I'm tryna make a way, yeah

I be at the top, that's my favorite place

That money gonna come, I don't gotta chase it

Them bitches gonna come, I don't gotta chase em

I'ma keep getting love, I don't gotta chase it

Diamonds in my chain, watch, and my bracelet

Got love for all my dawgs, I don't gotta chase it

[Curren$y:]

They say I smoke too much, I say I don't smoke enough

You ain't dealing with what I'm dealing with, bruh

Remembering when the crib I lived in didn't look like this

The carpet had burn holes, nigga, we was in there smoking

And thinking on how to grab us some mid

Me and my dog was close to going half on a chopper

And like a pound of weed and just lockin' in and gettin' it

But then lightening hit

Wasn't trying to change the world

But we fucked around and did it

Kept all my cars, but I kept trading in woman

Neon lights spell out my company name on the side of the building

It's going down in my life, baby girl, but I really be chilling

Reminiscing, lost wages, bum deals

I should've ran magnifying glasses on them pages and that's for real, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Some of them supposed to go, some of them supposed to stay

I ain't tryna ruin yours, I'm tryna make a way, yeah

I be at the top, that's my favorite place

That money gonna come, I don't gotta chase it

Them bitches gonna come, I don't gotta chase em

I'ma keep getting love, I don't gotta chase it

Diamonds in my chain, watch, and my bracelet

Got love for all my dawgs, I don't gotta chase it

Give it all back to my son, millions plus one

I don't do 'less it's fun, to focus the funds

I remember taking trips with weed in the trunk

Now police don't even trip when we rolling up

Legal stunts, got a pound with each our name on it

Setting up the family, that's the main focus

Game polished, did our best to keep these lames off us

Turned down what the labels offer

Now everything in our name

Influenced the game with our slang

Its all a hundred percent, never changed

All my niggas stay solid as the friend

You broke, won't never fix you again

Some of them supposed to go, some of them supposed to stay

I ain't tryna ruin yours, I'm tryna make a way, yeah

I be at the top, that's my favorite place

That money gonna come, I don't gotta chase it

Them bitches gonna come, I don't gotta chase em

I'ma keep getting love, I don't gotta chase it

Diamonds in my chain, watch, and my bracelet

Got love for all my dawgs, I don't gotta chase it

Getting Loose lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa (feat. Problem)

[Problem:]

Yeah, ooh

Van Gogh

Yeah, yeah, shit

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I ain't going for the floof, what?

[Curren$y:]

Uh, scrapers in the city, Daytons on the 57

Chevy chrome, suspension four switcher

LS engine, bitches came with the interior

Dope pot, stir it up, fumes got her tearing up

'79 Malibu, mash down the avenue

If them niggas really wanna race, bring the bag through

Came through in the space coupe, everything new

Umbrellas in the door, galaxy in the roof

Boss in the booth, sharks after the loot

Be cool, motherfucker, ain't nobody asked you

Goin' where the money at, came back with all that

Blabber-mouth bitch gave my niggas the treasure map

We know where it's at, muhfucker, forget a plaque

For twice what you pay, homeboy, you could get it back

We could call a private plane like a taxi cab

Crib with extended driveway and a heli-pad, bitch

[Problem:]

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I ain't going for the floof, what?

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Bars in the hook's all that it took

We don't gotta ask questions, we wrote the book

This life way better than it look

You ain't gonna get to work on foot

Got these other rap niggas shook

10 years, ain't miss by a hair

You could drop shit in his whip, not in here

Proceed with care, the set keep trees in the air

No need for VIP passes, my whole team in the clear

VS in all our pieces, try to call our phone, can't reach us

We probably out the country or rolling weed up, playing FIFA

And my cars is decent, some of 'em older, some recent

Leaving my keys in, this one for today

You gon' see a new one this weekend, on gang

[Problem:]

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I ain't going for the floof, what?

Stoned Gentleman lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Intro:]

Sledgren

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Like my gin neat

Run the game, I suggest that you get floor seats

Might not leave with everything, but we for sure get a piece

Fix it up, put it on the streets

If I ain't in my 6-4, then my Benz creep

Up and down the street

Run to the money, can't nothin' else get me on my feet

We ain't even gotta watch for police

It's legal now, they allow us to grow trees

My hotel suite describe the definition of chic

Tryin' not to ash on the sheets

Got a balcony we won't see

30 mil' a year, still tryna be lowkey

And that's just me, not even to mention my OG

Get money 'fore we dip, then we proceed

It's funny how niggas get

We don't do it 'less the whole gang benefit

We stoned gentlemen

[Curren$y:]

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches

Standin' in the way, fuck him and whoever with him

Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in

Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas

Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in

Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

She in the mirror for hours, hopin' that she get seen

With us, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas

Hustle is all I know, spend it and get some more

I'm stayin' on the go, hopin' it don't get slow

I'm on the paper route with my folk

Ain't part of this game, a joke

Wrap it up like a brick of coke

Call a play like a give-and-go

Ballin' for real, toss an alley oop off the pick and roll

Rollin' hundred spokes gold, my Rolex frozen

Have you ever seen a quarter of a million dollars rollin'?

Bein' drivin' like it's stolen, by a stoned stoner

One of the originals who showed you fools how to turn the internet rhymes into residuals

I put away a whole lot of loot and stayed true, that's what we do

Make it easy to choose, so guess what?

You wonderin' why she gettin' all dressed up

You in the house, messed up, all stressed, for what?

Hustle is the only thing gon' keep your lights on, fuck love

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches

Standin' in the way, then fuck him and whoever with him

Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in

Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas

Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in

Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

She in the mirror for hours, hopin' that she get seen

With us, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas, yeah

First Or Last lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Oh

Like when Ricky Bobby's dad said "You first or you last"

I got all intentions on getting this cash

Rolling joints up with laser precision

I got major decisions to make

Whether to get the Maybach or just chill

My niggas is real in the feel

Blow so much marijuana smoke the smell's still in the ceiling

Owner said the club closed but we still in the building

Pullin' foreigns outside and stuffin' women up in 'em

Got a hundred grand stuffed in these expensive ass denim

Might hit the the racetrack and spend it, and come back with millions

She half Sicilian, her family don't even like blacks

I'm ashing my joint, say her dad gon' kill her

Let me borrow the Lambo and the path familiar

Got every game on Xbox

Don't need to get dressed, when I come over it's sweats and socks

Them other niggas say they like the Taylors, just stop

Cop a new pad, and smoke one for the life that we never had (Never had)

Cop a new whip, and smoke one for the shit we could never get (Never get)

Cop a new chain, and smoke one for the time we wanted better days (Better days)

Gettin' dollars makes sense, me and my dog worked hard

So we don't mind spendin' just a little bit (Little bit)

[Curren$y:]

Actin' like a nigga that ain't ever had

Pull up in a foreign with the paper tag

This a Rolls Royce bitch, not a Jag

Keep a closet full of unpopped tags

Niggas bring that bullshit, they get zapped

Never chasin' bitches, I be gettin' cash

My roof in the trunk, joint full of skunk

My speakers blast like they from 12 gauge pump

Nigga your crew on the stump, ain't got a bag in months

Nigga my crew on the hunt, get everything we want

We was wilin' when we was young , Taylor Gang or get jumped

Jet Life, all you is a chump, knew we was the ones

To change the game and that's exactly what we done

New Orleans where I'm from, in Amsterdam catchin' stunts

New Orleans where I'm from, in Japan rollin' up

New Orleans where I'm from, motherfucker like what

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Cop a new pad, and smoke one for the life that we never had (Never had)

Cop a new whip, and smoke one for the shit we could never get (Never get)

Cop a new chain, and smoke one for the time we wanted better days (Better days)

Gettin' dollars makes sense, me and my dog worked hard

So we don't mind spendin' just a little bit (Little bit)

Plot Twist lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh

Gotta have a plot to get it

This life, it costs a lot to live it

So you gotta watch the competition

Stay on point, make executive decisions

Never switch when the rest of 'em different

That money put us in the best of positions

Always maintain leverage, keep ice in the beverage

Go car shopping 'stead of clothes

You like it you get it

My closet filled with all types of shit

It's bad you'd probably work your whole life for this and I'll get it in one night

Win some lose some, my car ill as they come

And I'm 'bout to build another one soon as I'm done

I'm putting it right on the street

You know what's going down when Taylor Life (East side)

Jet Gang hook up with Monsta Beatz

[Curren$y:]

Audio dope supply the needs

Fiends itching, sniffing for new audio feeds

This how it outta be

More often, too stoned highed up bosses with good intentions to see each other winning

Taking no shorts or losses but I know that we a rarity

Something they'll never see

'Til our sons click up and commence to hustling heavily

Sacrifices made, now we sitting in them better seats

And I ain't even watching the game

I just came to floss this outfit, now I'm on national TV

Sitting court side playing my Nintendo Switch

With a Nike headband fresh from 1996

Kicks sick, collection quarantined

Deadstock 23's or some bathing apes I'm sure you haven't seen

Every verse is like a key

Could turn you to a boss if you don't know D (OG)

Drunk on power, gold bathroom fixtures and marble showers

2009 'til the end of time, its all ours

Keep the E in it

Chevy gon' switch

Nigga, we smoking weed in it

Laughing in our pictures

And I wouldn't talk about it

If nigga didn't live it

If you need to see it then you come visit

Or you can ask one of your bitches

If she bad, she probably kick it

Taylor Gang and Jet Living

Bottle Poppers lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Curren$y:]

DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh

A lot of motherfuckers be in the studio stressed 'cause they lyin'

It's tough to make up lies, nigga, this our life

East Side on mine

Just like every time

L, L

Interior like white wine

We don't wear jeans in here

Slidin' in my sweats, these was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars

In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin' 'em

Handin' 'em back to your big dawgs and now you just watchin' 'em

This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, can't hang if you don't swang

My gang do anything, I came to bring the pain

My strain is self-explained, you lame

And can't get it off of you yet

I toss up the set, bosses only, come correct

Horses in my bet

Porsches growlin' loud, big money portions

You made it off the porch, I let nature run its course

Play the game hard as a sport, we up and down the court

In the field, shit is real, houses in the hill

Hundred dollar bills fallin' out the sky, keep the liquor chill

Chrome grills, insides clean, that's just how we live

Quick to make the paper appear

Got your chick puttin' up silverware

Keepin' that weed smoke up in the air

These sweats was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars

In the club takin' pictures with bottles and never poppin' 'em

Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you just watchin' 'em

This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim

And you can tell which car's mine

Cabriolet and Italian design, interior white wine

I don't wear jeans in here, I'm slidin' in my sweats

These was fifteen hundred, nigga, you ain't got fifteen dollars

In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin'

Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you just sittin', watchin'

This that fly doctrine

Take pictures like my Compton uncles, now they think I gang bang

Fool, I just be low ridin'

Everywhere I go, for sure, I bring that East Side in

Always outside ridin' while them other crews hidin'

Got magenta tinted diamonds, my Rolex windin'

First class seat reclinin', whack ass rapper feature declinin', I am

These sweats was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars

In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin'

Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you sittin', watchin'

This that fly doctrine, Andretti and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim

Yeah, that's them

They gon' let us in

Got KK and Andretti in these joints

These motherfuckin' joints is like

We smokin' like three hundred dollar joints basically at this point

I don't know if you ever had a three hundred dollar joint

You hangin' 'round the wrong folks

Forever Ball lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Curren$y:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

East side all mine, just like every time

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

Ah, ah, ah

Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life (Yeah, yeah)

Jet Life, Jet Life, nigga, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Jet Life, Jet Life, nigga, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh

If the shit fall, who could I call?

Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg

So I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault

Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball

If the shit fall, who could I call?

Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg

That's why I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault

Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball

Yeah, youngins on handlebars, totin' sawed-offs

Just when you thought you'd seen it all

These niggas turn into Transformers when this green involved

Thinkin' that's your nigga, that's the one who plottin' to kill you

Street shit, I'm quite familiar, I was raised by dealers

Life stealers, who quite realer than them old niggas

In the background of your pictures, ho nigga

Your daddy was scared of the goons who used to drop me off at school

People ain't know the kinda shit I was off into

Silent rider, destined for dollars

Musical scholar, pennin' his own products, straight narcotics

Watch me turn this beat into a foreign with a spoiler on it

Shit fall, who could I call?

Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg

So I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault

Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball

If the shit fall, who could I call?

Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg

That's why I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault

Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah, yeah

Ball forever, pocket full of mozzarella

I remember when the owner didn't let us

Now we pull our car up where our jet is

All you see is letters, T.G.O.D., we ain't dyin' never

We in the sky forever, stay applyin' pressure

Pack my bags for any weather

Boy, you broke and need to get your shit together

Silence any competition

Got the crib that I dreamed of and not to mention

Bathtub like a swimmin' pool, smokin' out and trippin'

Always handle business

Always left hella game on the table for anyone to witness

Trips to Vegas, we don't need a ticket

Blow presidential smoke and our drinks are expensive

Our wins are extensive

Penthouse, wonderful view, I live how a prince live

But back when we started, wasn't a way to predict this

Stuck to the script, made our own movie

Got a vid, it's comin' real soon, fool, you gotta see it

[Curren$y (Wiz Khalifa):]

If the shit fall, who could I call? (Yeah, yeah)

Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg (Jets gang, Taylor life)

So I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault

Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball

If the shit fall, who could I call?

Nobody, fool, all I got is myself, dawg

That's why I hustle hard, a hunnid stacks in the vault

Just a lil' bounce back, make sure that we forever ball, yeah

Rolling Papers 2 (2018)

• Hot Now
• Ocean
• Blue Hunnids
• Very Special
• Goin Hard
• Holyfield
• Rolling Papers 2
• Mr. Williams / Where Is The Love
• Penthouse
• Real Rich
• Bootsy Bellows
• Hopeless Romantic
• Late Night Messages
• Rain
• Karate / Never Hesitate
• Fr Fr
• King
• Gin And Drugs
• 420 Freestyle
• B Ok
• It's On You
• Reach For The Stars
• All Of A Sudden
• Homework
• Something New 

Hot Now lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

New Benz

Cop one for you and your friends

Papers two

Rolling papers two

I only do what gangsters do

Through with the basics

You think it's a spaceship when I ride through

Feel like I'm on ice, we just glide

Niggas is parasites

I get pussy in a pair of off-whites

Know I want it, you can see it my eyes, surprise

'Cause I visualized it

Always knew I was the man

You just realized it

Don't need a detector, I can see the lies

I'm a different type of being

Drive the type of whip your bitches like to be in

Smoke got my eyes lookin' Korean

Every time that I fly, VIP'n

All of my nigga's ride

Two joints, that's double homicide

Got you rolling papers to me while you gettin' high

We went from coppin' it to supplyin'

Be there at the drop of a dime

All else fails, I can depend on mine

Fuck signs, my niggas gettin' high

Party of flyest, Taylor gang or resign

Why you even come back to my crib if you ain't stayin'?

Ridin' with some real niggas, know that we ain't playin'

Pockets on swole and you know that I keep them faces

Money through the roof, I just crash it and replace it

All my bitches bad, I don't fuck her if she basic

Lotta niggas in the game, Khalifa man, the greatest

Blowin' all this money, need someone to help me save it

Lickin' on me all night, she said she love my flavor

Homie, I'm a boss baby, I don't need no favors

Got so many cars, I don't got room for my neighbors

Got a bad broad, but you know me, I might take her

Fuck about a bitch though, I'm all about my paper

Khalifa man will stick to the code, no I don't save her

Suckin' on me good, treat me like a Now and Later

Breakfast in the morn', we can get our dinner catered

Try to hit my phone, I don't pick up 'cause I'm faded

I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now

I ain't used to get it but I got it now

You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin'

Anything I want, I pull up in

I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now

I ain't used to get it but I got it now

You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin'

Anything I want, I pull up in

Anything I want, I pull up and stunt

Parking in the back, we can't do the front

Real niggas pay the papers, a plus

Ain't with the gang, you can't sit with us

Take them bitches phones, ain't no thang, we don't trust 'em

Send 'em for the gangs, why they came, we don't love 'em

Takin' all our time, we don't need to rush

Smellin' like the KK, it's serious

Grind every day, 'cause the process I trust in

Think they the way, but they bluffin'

Baby, I can spend it all, don't care how much it's costing

Grind and you get all this, my niggas is ballin'

I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now

I ain't used to get it but I got it now

You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin'

Anything I want, I pull up in

I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now

I ain't used to get it but I got it now

You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin'

Anything I want, I pull up in

Two joints, that's double homicide

Got your bitch jumpin' in my ride

She with the gang and she down to fly

Rolling papers up and gettin' high

Ocean lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers

Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers

Minus the bullshit

Got you rolling papers, got you rolling (uh)

Can't do it average, you cool and savage

Makin' niggas do backflips

FaceTime my phone, you be on a jet

Roll my spliffs, send me pics every now and then

When we met, I could admit, I was just after sex

Taught you not to look for results, but trust the process

Plus, you got your paper, ain't no nonsense

Smoke from the bong intense, when she with you, she over it

Faded but focused, I stay posted

Hit me up, the case closed, I leave the gate open

Know what's good, your chain say "Ocean"

Put you on to the finer things

Now when you see designer, you keep your composure

Send a text, say she comin' over

I don't have to send a car, she get her own 'cause she ain't been sober

No panties on, you ain't needin' those Ron O'Neal, Curtis Mayfield

Hittin' notes, hit the joint

Leave the roach

You don't know

What you do to me lately

I got so much love for ya

Want you to know

How much that I fuck with you, oh

You don't know

What you do to me lately

Wanna roll one up for ya

Want you to come to the back of the club

Show some love to a real one (uh)

Netflix and extra long spliffs

Hit it once, she recognize what the difference is

My bottom bitch don't even trip

She see me with other chicks

She hardly drink, but for me, she'll take a sip

Do what you gotta do to pay your rent

Only party with lame niggas at they expense

I'm talkin' good weed, steak and shrimp

Niggas runnin' off with styles that they ain't invent

Tried to grab a towel just to hide the scent

You smell the kush all through the vent

Go through the hallways lookin' innocent

I've been a gangster and a gentleman

Talk to the boss and not no middlemen

Is you with it or against it?

Please make a decision

Smoke a pound a day, eliminate the competition

I'm that nigga, been that nigga

Past and present tenses

You look good, I need a badder bitch to complement you

You don't know

What you do to me lately

I got so much love for ya

Want you to know

How much that I fuck with you, oh

You don't know

What you do to me lately

Wanna roll one up for ya

Want you to come to the back of the club

Show some love to a real one

It's a gang thing, it's a gang thing

It's a gang thing, it's a gang thing

Don't do me like that

I'm a star too

Sledgro

Everywhere that we go

We blow it by the 0

The K.K., the smoke

Blue Hunnids lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Jimmy Wopo & Hardo)

[Jimmy Wopo:]

Yes yeah

Trap niggas on

Yes, Woponese, yeah

(Yeah) I get the money, uh (yeah)

Trap, trap

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, that bag) the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, the money is nothing (go get it), I count it and fall asleep (skrt)

I get the money, the money is nothing, I count it and fall asleep (skrt, skrt, skrt)

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring (blue, blue)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (fall asleep, uh)

I spent a band in a Rover, whoa, this Soulja on repeat (Soulja)

Choppa get to popping make you juju on the beat (brr, brr, brr)

Yeah, yeah, capish, pish, you're talking bricks to me (Wopanese)

Every time I get with Hardo, these bitches history

I be in the kitchen, bitch, this like chemistry

Told her make a wish, I bitch her like I'm Timothy (Turner)

I've been toting shit since from elementary (youngin')

I've been selling bricks since my elementary (youngin')

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, that bag) the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, the money is nothing (go get it), I count it and fall asleep (skrt)

I get the money, the money is nothing, I count it and fall asleep (skrt, skrt, skrt)

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring (blue, blue)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (fall asleep, uh)

[Hardo:]

Trap, trap

About gang gang, I'm sliding out (I'm sliding, nigga)

My watch ring all diamoned out (bling, bling)

Got a hundred grams inside the house (racks)

Got a AR inside the couch

Them bricks backed up (them bricks)

They gift-wrapped up (they wrapped)

Keep flexing lil' nigga, might get snatched up

I'm talking Trapnese (huh)

Trapping hard on Jimmy G's (huh)

Got all my dawgs with me (they with me)

Trigger fingers got the fleas (ah)

Got big diamonds, nigga (them diamonds)

I've been shining, nigga (I'm shining)

I'm the Birdman, nigga (Birdman)

I'm a Big Tymer, nigga (huh)

I was up really on the block getting it, I've been grinding, nigga (been gettin' it)

I was up Jersey getting deals, nigga, they been signing niggas

[Jimmy Wopo:]

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, that bag) the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, the money is nothing (go get it), I count it and fall asleep (skrt)

I get the money, the money is nothing, I count it and fall asleep (skrt, skrt, skrt)

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring (blue, blue)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (fall asleep, uh)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Whoa (gas)

Dread-head, weed head (gas)

No sleep, don't need a bed (gas)

All my niggas team players (gas)

Grind to keep my team fed (gas)

Every time you see me out, (gas)

I be where the green is (gas)

I be where the bitches is

Cop it, put some switches in

Niggas on me, try to keep them off but they try to copy 'cause a nigga different

I don't know what the ending is

Chrome all where the engine is

Hit her so good one time, when she see me and the bitch reminisce

Asking me where my feelings is

Shoot my shot and I ain't finna miss, uh

I get the money, yeah

I count a mill' right in front of ya (uh, yeah)

Y'all niggas funny, yeah

I hit you bitch, then I'm done with her (uh, yeah)

Y'all niggas hatin' and doubtin', I'm rolling with nothing, I'm making it cardi, yeah

I learnt the game as a child, nigga, don't talk about it if you ain't about it

[Jimmy Wopo:]

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, that bag) the money, it follow me (go get it)

I get the money, the money is nothing (go get it), I count it and fall asleep (skrt)

I get the money, the money is nothing, I count it and fall asleep (skrt, skrt, skrt)

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring

Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, blue hunnids, its coloring (blue, blue)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I get the money and I get the money, I count it and fall asleep (fall asleep, uh)

Very Special lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Will I forget you, I might probably never

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

You bring your friends for me like ohh, that's extra

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Hotels ain't enough, get the crib like we live there

Been a player, I ain't fucking off

Handle my business, my squad chillin'

Focus on what I'm buildin', you should probably be filming

What I'm smokin' is quality, not for children

Half these niggas is wannabes, I came up different

Call me in the clutch, perfect timin', never rush

Top floor, bring it up, ain't the gang came with us

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Will I forget you, I might probably never

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

You bring your friends for me like ohh, that's extra

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Love how I treat you, fuck you once, nice to meet you

Your outfit see through, other bitches dying to be you

Niggas wonder why you leaving with me

Tired of him, she wanna ride with nigga who sees what she sees

Hit me up when you need company

Or if you're ever free, I'm never hard to reach

Baby I'm been on this, come to weed I smoke them bombest

Hold it down, maybe the gang is what you could be a part of

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Will I forget you, I might probably never

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

I treat you special 'cause you very special

You bring your friends for me like ohh, that's extra

I treat you special 'cause you very special

Imma roll two when I roll through

Imma roll two when I roll through

Hey

And I showed her how to roll too

Two papers, two Rollies

Roll two

Goin Hard lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Whoa, you be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard (uh, uh)

Know me from the start, I'ma play my part

I got no heart, I be goin' hard

I be blowin' strong, got my money long

Ain't down for the situation, then you can't grow

Got a fat ass, how do you perform?

Say she love my swag, ask what I got on

Fuck you all night, Uber in the morning

Your girl look good, you should tell her join in

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Baby, bend it over, let me see you twerk

Say that you can't stay, say you gotta work

So big I see that ass underneath your skirt

Smoke weed, so you pass 'cause you need the purp

I be on alert, grindin' from the dirt

Fucked her so good, say I come in first

You just need another glass, then you gettin' turnt

Bend it over, throw it back, put it in reverse

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job

You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard

Holyfield lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

Uh, real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

Uh, diamonds chill

All my niggas in the field

Money, pill, I'm a boss

They hatin' still

Chevy grill, hunnid mill

Always real

Never fail, don't "I will"

I don't chill

Real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

Uh, real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

I'ma get high, for real

I'ma get mine, for real

I'm doin' my time, for real

I'm on my grind, for real

My diamonds gon', shine for real

It stay on my mind, for real

Take a paper plane, fill it up with kush

Goin' hard so you never say we lose

Real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

Uh, real deal, Holyfield

All my niggas real

Actin' brand new

Why the fuck you here

Rolling Papers 2 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Nigga, my motherfuckin' life depends on this shit

Do this shit for my son

Turn me up

So I can hear myself a little more in the headphones, uh

Came from the bottom, started this out with nothin'

Turned to fam and my squad, and turn this thing into somethin'

I grab a cone and I stuff it, never gon' get enough

Dependin' on how its goin', we only gonna get tougher

I done seen people suffer, hate turned into love

Lost some people to get here

But they watchin' from up above

On the road, hardly ever home

And money caught one in the dome

Now its hard to even pick up my phone

Leave me alone, I be in my zone

I'm gettin' grown but not too grown to let my feelin's show

Anythin' you want, you can get, you gotta build it though

I blew up quick and lost some shit

But now I'm dealing though

There's consequences to every decision

Good or wrong, just do the best with time you're given and live strong

Give your all 'cause a man gon' be a man

And do what he gotta do

Baby, this is rolling papers 2

(This is rolling papers 2)

(This is rolling papers 2)

I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it

(I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it)

Yeah, all of the fame just comes with the game

It's a gift and a curse when everybody know your name

How do you make a million dollars and still stay the same

How do you make a hundred millions and still stay sane

You got the money, the clothes, the cars, the girls

Tryin' to do better, but all this shit's in your world

Somethin' regular is what you'd prefer

But it's cool, it's too much pressure, you think you should curve

On the verge of packin' up and goin' back to where I came from

Tired of these rappers, I only run into lame ones

Tired of these girls, we all fuckin' the same ones

I ain't givin' chances no more, I already gave one

Gettin' money, you better save some

Don't be afraid of mistakes 'cause you gotta make some

It takes time, but a man gon' be a man and do what he gotta do

Baby, this is rolling papers 2

(This is rolling papers 2)

(This is rolling papers 2)

I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it

(I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it)

No turnin' back, I'm learnin' that

If you ever show someone love, you deserve it back

If you got an ounce and some papers, you should burn a pack

And if you ever do take a loss, you can earn it back

Never slack, never overreact, let your money stack

Look at where you're going and not where you at

You gon' get there if you work hard

When you make it, you'll get exactly what you work for

I want more, couple cars in my garage

A mansion with marble floors

And a butler to open my doors

Couple plaques on the wall

A Hoop court where my friends could ball

It may sounds strange but I'ma need it all

Winter Spring Summer Fall, I hit the road when I get the call

Got some family members that I don't see at all

It pays off 'cause a man gon' be a man and do what he gotta do

Baby, this is rolling papers 2

(This is rolling papers 2)

(This is rolling papers 2)

I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it

(I'ma roll it, roll it, I'ma light it, light it

When it's time to make a change, I ain't gon' fight it, fight it)

Mr. Williams / Where Is The Love lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. THEMXXNLIGHT & Curren$y)

[Part 1: Mr. Williams]

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

Don't fear

Just love me under the moonlight

The shine on your body

So bright, yeah

Your beauty's blinding

But baby, tonight I hope

My sight's alright

In the night, I'm in my zone

You gon' regret this if you don't so

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin', babe

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm fresh off the dank, got more to bake

Never running out, same goes for the bank

Gas in the tank, top rank

About the cake, we don't use brakes

Too blazed, pilots say we can't get on the plane

No debate, pounds are putting on, I'm making weight

Money safe, put it in there for a rainy day

Niggas hate, don't fuck with them anyway

I hustle too many ways to get comfortable

You know how I'm coming

Call your girl, let's get into something

Money discussions, take my time, I ain't rushing

Want someone you could trust in

Me, I'ma fuck, and get up in the dusk

Got work tomorrow that's two of us

I feel like I can't lose

KK joints 'till I can't move

She happy I came through

Giving rolling lessons to a crew

Smoke like I do

No lie, we the truth

So high, leave the room, gang

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

Don't fear

Just love me under the moonlight

The shine on your body

So bright, yeah

Your beauty's blinding

But baby, tonight I hope

My sight's alright

In the night, I'm in my zone

You gon' regret this if you don't so

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin', babe

[Curren$y:]

Big money in it or count me out

Burying safes with undisclosed amounts

They all over the place

Plus I fuck with the banks

I got a couple accounts

She got a million dollar mouth

She was born with it

She went to Dr. Miami for the rest of the shit

Stacked out, renegade on the Vegas strip

But she pay me for the game that I gave the bitch

A level headed gentleman with a crazy wrist

Boss player, thirty points plus twenty assists

I'm not selfish 'cause I throw all my niggas in the mix

Don't cuff none

Introduce my homie to the bitch if she want some

Chick will come through, get done, spend money, bang bitches but I don't love one

Hustle 'till the cops come, Ferrari, drive out run

Pull up, hop out

Car stunts I've done

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

Don't fear

Just love me under the moonlight

The shine on your body

So bright, yeah

Your beauty's blinding

But baby, tonight I hope

My sight's alright

In the night, I'm in my zone

You gon' regret this if you don't so

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin', babe

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Tapping fools out, Bruce in his first bout

I ain't searching for clout, bringing cars out

Large amounts of money, guard the vaults 'cause we stars

Chase paper, smoke strong

All my bitches get along, well informed

What's your nigga doing

Cut your phone off, hit you in the morn'

Said he borin', ain't important

True color showing

My whip look comfortable, don't it

Keep them papers rolling, don't see my opponents

Stay focused

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

Don't fear

Just love me under the moonlight

The shine on your body

So bright, yeah

Your beauty's blinding

But baby, tonight I hope

My sight's alright

In the night, I'm in my zone

You gon' regret this if you don't so

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin'

Let's get to lovin', babe

[Part 2: Where Is The Love]

Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah

Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah

Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah

Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah

Diamond rings, Diamond chains

Diamonds on everything

Spend some quarters, dropping chains

Hop on to a private plane

Pay the cost to be the boss

Now I need some time to floss

I hear 'em, don't believe them tho

Paper, I just get and go

Making conversation, problems facing

Not them niggas round the way

I keep a nice long jay

It's no police so I'ma blaze it

I'm taking niggas out the waste

Always rolling up, my killing

Try to get another million in my safe

Said they'll be there when you need 'em

But I just don't see them, where's the love

And if you down for me, I'll be right there

When you need me, hit me up

Said they'll be there when you need 'em

But I just don't see her, where's the love

And if you down for me, I'll be right there

When you need me, hit me up

Couple bangs, popping

Got a couple chain options

Look like rain drops in every ring that I'm rocking

Niggas want me falling off but nigga we ain't stopping

Always hit the mark, 'cause I know how to stay in pocket

Now they stare, mind is clear

I seen yours, mine is rare

Money long, not a care

Blowing strong, down to share

When I'm home, I'm the mayor

Rims gold, like a player

Really cold rocking carats

Said they'll be there when you need 'em

But I just don't see them, where's the love

And if you down for me, I'll be right there

When you need me, hit me up

Said they'll be there when you need 'em

But I just don't see her, where's the love

And if you down for me, I'll be right there

When you need me, hit me up

Penthouse lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Everything on a bitch, that means all on you

I rock diamonds, she rock diamonds on her collar too

Ball all night like hoops, I got guys that shoot

I might drop my roof, I might light my doob

Bitches getting curved don't deserve my juice

Police getting swerved don't deserve no proof

Drinking in the booth, smoking in the booth

Your man need a clue, I don't respect the rules

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

[Snoop Dogg:]

Jumped off the pliz-ane with a bad bitch and her friend, mane

We in the cut, and she thick as fuck

P with me So you know what's up

Ayo B, C-O-D

Your BM be DMing D-O-G

She stumbled on to some grown shit

Old ass nigga with a long dick

Chanika, Tanika, Tenisa, Juanita

This a secret so I had to sneak her

Cherry and Terry ate berries, 'cause Ares

[?] my dude says as juice as some berries

Gang gang, get cheese (cheese), pinpoint, pop Ps

Marble floor for these alligators, now hit the P on that elevator

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie)

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie, P)

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up (P)

Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up (P)

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up (won't lie)

Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up

[Snoop Dogg:]

Yeah

Said you ain't never walked on marble floor before?

Mm

You ain't never laid on a mink sheet before either, huh?

Take them silk panties off

We'll see what kind of fabric you working with

Yeah

Presidential penthouse suite, overlooking the whole motherfucking city

Ya digg

Gang gang

Gang gang

Gang gang

Gang gang

Gang gang

Yuppy kuppy gang gang

Gang gang

Gang gang gang gang

Real Rich lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Gucci Mane:]

Guwop! Wiz!

Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Ridin' around, blowin' so much dope, but I'm always handlin' business

Way too high, don't pick up my phone, if I do, I'm like "Who is this?"

Ain't got time for a girlfriend, tellin' that bitch I ain't got no feelings

Young nigga straight from the bottom, now my car ain't got no ceilin'

Young nigga stackin' up millions, y'all niggas actin' like children

Ooh, nigga couldn't, used to get in, now I'm ownin' the buildin'

Brought the bitch to my crib, said she felt like she went on a field trip

Nigga like me gon' always stack, when I'm older, I'm probably gon' still get

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

[Gucci Mane:]

I'm a country-ass Beverly Hillbilly

Eat it up, bitch, I'm a meal ticket

Flush it down concert, like, "Fuck a ticket"

Rich-ass, crazy-ass, super picky

Want a rich dick? Say I'm bucket-listed

I don't fuck broke, I got a boujee dick

First round draft, I'm a lottery pick

Pepped up, East Atlanta vitamins shit

Solitaires glarin', big stone like Sharon

Superstar, Ed Sheeran, bitches love my earrings

Know she fucked with him, I still fucked her

Fuck that nigga, he a real sucker

It's the Wiz and the Wizop

I baguetted my watch with real boogers

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

Bootsy Bellows lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang

Gang

Leave it to me, I'll have you twisting that weed with a G

Got too much talent just to be sittin' around with

Weed and alcohol, that's the balance

Ridin' in the Benz with low mileage

Working 'til my hands get callouses

Been a player, I established it

Whips be the fastest

Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average

Legendary status and my crib like a palace

I know why they mad

'Cause your bitch layin' in my bed

Still got the weed smell in her hair

Comin' home later, nigga gettin' carats

Make a whole pound disappear

Come for the money, tryna get it all

If it's for the gang, Imma get involved

Look at me different now

Roll some weed and put your niggas on

You ain't bout the paper, what you in it for?

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in

I got a joint rolled you know that I'ma spark it

That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters

I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us

Pockets, they swole

I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch

But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch

Uh, they ain't goin hard as us

We courtside, chillin', smokin' out the building

Regardless if authorities give us permission

Boss bitches niggas breakin' they credit card limits

To try to ball with us

We in talks with those who own they own business

My spark lit, then I paint pictures

Don't leave witnesses, nah nigga, my gang different

Pull the Benz out in the rain

Hit her once, I won't even remember her name

Hella diamonds up in my chain

To say that I'm dope is an understatement but no, I ain't underrated

Came from a place where niggas make their own way

Got some girls who fuck me but got niggas so they don't say

I'm puttin' KK in the paper

On point, gang ready for danger

Long joints, rollin' them things like broken fingers

Too clean to ever have a stain

Khalifa the boss before you beat the game

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in

I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it

That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters

I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us

Pockets, they swole

I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch

But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch

Pockets is gettin' swole

Used to smoke blunts now it's paper she roll

Diamonds to my toes

Everywhere I go, I'm froze

You already know

Fool

Gangsters too

This is how them gangsters do

Hopeless Romantic lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Swae Lee)

[Swae Lee:]

Young Chop on the beat

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Turn the music up for me, Chris

She's gonna get, oh, oh, oh

My night runs into mornin', all the time (All the time)

And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line (Bang my line)

Off that drank it's hard to focus (Focus)

Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless

We can make arrangements though (Arrangements though)

And if you down, down, who knows, uh

I might just do you like we lovin', yeah

Or make you my numero uno

She don't allow herself

To miss nobody else

I've had days where I was dolo (Where I was dolo)

But I never caught a bad case of FOMO (Don't miss out)

Don't talk to me about your previous

You know I'm that times two

Penthouse jumpin' from the front to backroom

Girls goin' wild, showin' off new tattoos (Tattoos)

My night runs into mornin', all the time (All the time)

And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line (Bang my line)

Off that drank it's hard to focus (Focus)

Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless

We can make arrangements though (Arrangements though)

And if you down, down, who knows, uh

I might just do you like we lovin', yeah

Or make you my numero uno

[Wiz Khalifa:]

We get aggressive (We get aggressive)

You be undressin' (You be undressin')

Makin' a mess and (Makin' a mess and)

Cleanin' it up when we done

I got a serious question (Serious question)

Do you like sex? If you thinkin' yes

Then I'm tryna test you (I'm tryna test you)

Say young Khalifa the best

But I got money to get (I got money to get)

I gotta hop on a jet (I gotta hop on a jet)

Probably don't call, I'ma text (Probably don't call, I'ma text)

Hop in my car, it get wet (Hop in my car, it get wet)

I'm gettin' all of my checks (I'm gettin' all of my checks)

I'm winnin' all of my bets (I'm winnin' all of my bets)

No, I ain't lettin' you down

Baby, I'm givin' a hundred percent

[Swae Lee:]

My night runs into mornin', all the time (All the time)

And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line (Bang my line)

Off that drank it's hard to focus (Focus)

Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless

We can make arrangements though (Arrangements though)

And if you down, down, who knows, uh

I might just do you like we lovin', yeah

Or make you my numero uno

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I can't keep my mind off you (My mind off you)

I can't keep my mind off you (My mind off you)

I can't keep my mind off you (My mind off you)

[Swae Lee:]

My night runs into mornin', all the time (All the time)

And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line (Bang my line)

Off that drank it's hard to focus (Focus)

Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless

We can make arrangements though (Arrangements though)

And if you down, down, who knows, uh

I might just do you like we lovin', yeah

Or make you my numero uno

Late Night Messages lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you

Thinkin' 'bout what I might do

Don't know what got into me

Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me

Them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Keep sendin' them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

You always talkin' 'bout you know your worth

You through with searchin' 'round, you know what you deserve

He put you through some wild shit, that ain't me

You know what I'm about, you get just what you see

Ain't got no time for discussion, tryna get into something

Shawty hittin' my phone saying she need it, she want it

At the house all alone ain't tryna be in the public

When I leave, say she still feel me in her stomach

She gon' tell you she love you, but she been with the kid

We get it poppin', send a message like he leavin' the crib

Like to smoke when I drive, roll some weed then I dip

Before I come through, she in the bed

And once I get over, I keep it goin', don't stop

You show how much you love it when you get on top

Your mans comin' home so we gon' keep the door locked

Been smokin' and drinkin' his liquor, now we both hot

We fuckin' like we tryna catch feelings

Got you bangin' on the walls, girl, you shakin' up the building

Baby girl, tell me what the deal is

Ain't nothing like them other guys, you fuckin' with the realest

Young Wiz

Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you

Thinkin' 'bout what I might do

Don't know what got into me

Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me

Them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Keep sendin' them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Nothing's the same

Know I'm a player, come over play

I ain't with them games

Don't even call, I'm just comin' over

Fresh off the plane

You gave him a try, he left your heart broke

But never again

It's starting to get late

I know what you want, but I ain't gon' judge you

That ain't the case

Send me a message, soon as I get it

Tell me erase it

Usually don't do this, know what you're doin'

You ain't no lame

Are you ready for it? Are you ready for it?

Never bored, I'ma get my phone, press record

Girl, I'm grown so don't worry 'bout nobody knowin'

It was good, I just had to see what you was doin'

It's been a long time, but this thing ain't foreign

Give it to you hard, we fuckin' up the headboard

Switching up positions in the bed, we ain't boring

Takin' you up in the sky, feel like you soaring

I was supposed to be writin' songs but I'm in my low-low

When I'm

Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you

Thinkin' 'bout what I might do

Don't know what got into me

Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me

Them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Keep sendin' them late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

Late night messages

'Cause when I say slide, you slide

And when you say ride, I ride

Keep a bad bitch by my side

And when I say go, you go

And when you say roll, I roll

You're the last one to hit my phone

In my car all alone

Rain lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Sledgren

Cardo got wings

You gon' need an umbrella

It's gon' be some stormy weather

You gon' need an umbrella

It's gon' be some stormy weather

You gon' need an umbrella

It's gon' be some stormy weather

You gon' need an umbrella

It's gon' be some stormy weather

[Wiz Khalifa & PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

Hunnid dollar bills, I'ma make it rain on you

Couple hunnid dollar bills (couple hunnid dollar bills)

Fuckin' with the real, she ain't fucked with me before

Now she fuckin' with the real (now she fuckin' with the real)

Say you wanna chill

Baby, I been doin' boss things in and out of town

Say I gotta go, before I leave, I beat her down

Love young Khalifa 'cause her nigga, he a clown

Baby, I can take you out and I can show you 'round

Meet important people, won't you tell me how it sound?

Sayin' when I met you, you was lost, now you found

Blow the smoke out (PARTY), we in the clouds

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

I make it rain like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain, yeah, like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain, wet, wet

Wet, wet, wet, drip, drip, get naked wet

Hm, upset 'cause we got all that drippin'

Aw, my bed clock still tickin'

Find the clock on me and he trippin'

Because I took the baddest broad and I du-du-du-du

White Liquor neck 'em, told 'em I'm puttin' 'em up

Told 'em I'm puttin' 'em up, big bands, get it ridiculous

And the way that she bad, ridiculous

I'm PARTY, baby, finna give you the dick

Finna get lit, on lit, get me bitches on bitches

Bitch I'm tipsy, you gotta love it, uh, I know you love it

Bitches love bein' called bitches, especially when

I make it rain like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain, yeah, like a hurricane-cane

I make it rain, wet, wet

Karate / Never Hesitate lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods & Darrius Willrich)

[Part I: Karate]

[Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods:]

Cup full of gin, I want her and her friend

I might fuck once, but I never ever call again

Fucked your bitch in my vans, slapped the shit up out yo' man

Fuck the police, I go HAM

Hit her from the back like, "Damn!"

Damn! How you get all that?

All that OG in my joint, how you hit all that?

I be always movin' forward, I ain't never movin' backwards

Natural with the talent, I don't ever have to practice

And since we talkin' practice bitch, I'm ballin' just like Iverson

My new bitch immaculate and I'm so used to traffickin'

I be with the baddest bitch and best believe I'm stabbin' it

I hit her with the magic stick, my car could do a magic trick

You can't lock me down baby, let me live my life

Whip a four into a six, 'cause baby I'm not nice

Ayy, you ain't bossed up nigga, you can't change that price

Tried to short me, got him on the phone like, "Make that right"

Got a plane to catch, we can only fuck for 30 minutes

Say she got a man, but she say she love me when I'm in it

I'm a real nigga, scratch my tattoos when I hit it

Fuck her real good, make her call a Uber when I'm finished

That's my nigga Chev, I get to the bag

Flight came wit' a bed, yo' bitch give me head

Like, "Ooh!", ooh she smart

This a spaceship, this a robot, watch it park

Cup full of gin, now we're huntin' her friend

I might fuck once, but I never ever call again

Fucked your bitch in my vans, slapped the shit up out yo' man

Fuck the police, I go HAM

Hit her from the back like, "Damn!", (ooh)

I can see the plot (ooh)

Ooh, I just bagged a thot (ooh)

Diamonds, they be dancing macarena in my watch

Sippin' Faygo, servin' Legos baby, you know I have blocks, ayy

Mother-fuck the neighbours, they was wishin' that it stop, woo

Gun in my crib and we gettin' it André

Gettin' them Benjamins all day

No I ain't payin' attention, my charm is a artist, my chain a magician

Pourin' and drinkin', I'm sippin', I'm in there one time roll that dank and I'm finished

And my bitch bad like Dennis the Menace, I gave her the business

I just fucked your baby mama, ooh boy, you the enemy

Text and said she sick and need the dick, she want the remedy

I just want the headshot, I just want the Kennedy

Got to rappin' like I'm Wopo, don't know what got into me

Cup full of gin, now we're huntin' her friend

I might fuck once, but I never ever call again

Fucked your bitch in my vans, slapped the shit up out yo' man

Fuck the police, I go HAM

Hit her from the back like, "Damn!"

[Part II: Never Hesitate]

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Pounds of good smoke

Used to smoke blunts, but now it's paper she roll (two)

And I'm with some gangstas, gangstas

And I'm with some gangstas

Uh, heaven and glory

She so high tellin' me stories

Puttin' on for the G's before me

We the motherfucking gang, Army, Navy, Air Force

Blowin' KK got me airborne

Gettin' comfortable's what I'm here for

Confidence in my approach, the fans wanna hear more

Therefore, I built this whole belief that I'ma stand on the foundation, that's real

Smokin' on what Beatrix wanted to do to Bill

Chill, as my driver turns the wheel

Rollin' papers, never let the paper stand still

I'm on a mission and I can, will

Eliminate the competition to destroy the enemy, just gotta break the image

[Darrius Willrich:]

How do I anticipate

What I need in my relationship with you

How do I never hesitate

When I'm afraid and don't understand what to do

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Got your nigga emotional

Goin' through his feelings

Never fit in but always manage to get my dividends

We at the crib, bring your friends

I could show you how I live

Say you want to fuck but it depends

I met her at Penn, leave 'em in the wind

Hardly ever call them again

Swedish bitch, call her Harley Quinn

Nigga, your squad hardly win

I could just send out one call them hoes fallin' in

They cheerin' for the kid 'cause I'm ballin'

Winter, spring, summer, fall, I just want it all

Got a joint rolled for each and every one of y'all

All my clothes is recent, all my hoes is decent

Can't join us or beat us

[Darrius Willrich:]

How do I anticipate

What I need in my relationship with you

How do I never hesitate

When I'm afraid and don't understand what to do

Got you rollin' papers, got you rollin' papers

Pullin' up to Ubers, wakin' up the neighbors

Got you rollin' papers, got you rollin' papers

Got you rollin' papers, got you rollin' papers

Fallin' asleep, wakin' up days later

Huh-huh-huh-huh

And it ain't about the clout nigga

It's about getting paid and smokin' out

That's what we about

Hah-hah-hah-hah