Still Wiz lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Hahahaha, uh

(Hitmaka)

Hahaha

('Mano, Sound)

I'm still Wiz (Still Wiz)

Niggas got me in that mood (In that mood)

How they hatin' when they know that I'm that dude? (I'm that dude)

I hear they hatin' 'cause they know I got the juice (Got the juice), uh-huh (Yeah)

They like ooh, they watchin' how I move (How I move)

Motherfuckers, they be actin' like we cool (Like we cool)

Fuck you thought this was? Nigga, I ain't no fool (Uh-uh, hahaha, uh)

Gas in my joint, what you smokin' don't flatter me

My niggas got my back, ain't no need for a battery

Blowin' all these ones, look like we hit the lottery

My OG just hit me up, he told me that he proud of me

Always goin' hard, a lot of people that count on me

Always in the studio and that's increasin' my salary

I remember I was young when they hated and doubted me

Now a nigga bossed up with my name on the property

And no, we don't care what it cost

I start it, you hear the exhaust

Smokin' kushy with my dawgs

The way she made it clap, she got it lookin' like applause

I'm gettin' all these plaques, ain't got enough space on my wall

Diamonds drippin' like a faucet

Big bag, I want a big bag

If it ain't gettin' money, you can skip that (Skip that)

Big bag, I want a big bag

Put you in a two-seater, let you kick back

I'm still Wiz (Still Wiz)

Niggas got me in that mood (In that mood)

How they hatin' when they know that I'm that dude? (I'm that dude)

I hear they hatin' 'cause they know I got the juice (Got the juice), uh-huh (Yeah)

They like ooh, they watchin' how I move (How I move)

Motherfuckers, they be actin' like we cool (Like we cool)

Fuck you thought this was? Nigga, I ain't no fool (Uh-uh, hahaha)

Still keep it real, still park the whip and chill

Still never poppin' pills, still got 'em in they feels

Still give 'em chills, peel hundred dollar bills

Had a crib in the hills, one trip, couple mil'

How a nigga fall asleep and still makin' sales?

One hand on the wheel, couple bands on the meal

Playin' on the field, weigh it on a scale

In the air for twenty hours, I was unavailable

Seen how much I'm worth, started thinkin' I was dateable

All my niggas gettin' rich, dues, I done paid a few

Smokin' weed by the zip, millions, I done made a few

State to state, I'm stackin' up and stayin' out the way

Big bag, I want a big bag

If it ain't gettin' money, you can skip that (Skip that)

Big bag, I want a big bag

Put you in a Rolls-Royce, let you kick back

I'm still Wiz (Still Wiz)

Niggas got me in that mood (In that mood)

How they hatin' when they know that I'm that dude? (I'm that dude)

I hear they hatin' 'cause they know I got the juice (Got the juice), uh-huh (Yeah)

They like ooh, they watchin' how I move (How I move)

Motherfuckers, they be actin' like we cool (Like we cool)

Fuck you thought this was? Nigga, I ain't no fool (Uh-uh, hahaha)

I'm still Wiz

Bammer lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Mustard)

Okay

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Don't give me no bammer weed

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD

Don't give me no bammer weed

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD

Don't give me no bammer weed

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD

Don't give me no bammer weed

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD (Okay)

Ridin', slidin', dippin', vibin'

Bitch, get high, come and live this life

I'm a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich bitch twice

I'm a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich nigga wife

Make her roll this joint when she get inside

You be home on your own, but your friends ain't shy

Bustdown Rollie, make my wrist hit bright

You gon' hit this J, you gon' get this pipe

Hit it 'til the mornin', I'ma miss this flight

Good daytime, you a freak at night

Hoes get mad, better keep that bite

When you live like me, you don't see that price

Want that bag, don't need likes

OG swag, don't need stripes

Only gas, that's only right

Smokin' tree my only vice

Don't give me no bammer weed (Okay)

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD

Don't give me no bammer weed

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD

Don't give me no bammer weed

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD

Don't give me no bammer weed

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD

Don't give me no bammer joint

If it's in my bag, know the grass on point

Only real ones roll big doinks

Kinda into her friend, if she want, she can join

Rolled up when she heard my voice

She comin' with me, she ain't got no choice

Six D'USSÉ, no Rolls-Royce

Just bought a Corvette, just sold my Porsche

Only hit one time, she callin'

No NBA team, we ballin'

Don't take 'em on trips, don't spoil 'em

New that, new this, need all 'em

New whip, new paint like Rodman

No brake, straight gas, you stallin'

Don't take no breaks, I'm dialed in

See me, big smoke like fireman

Don't give me no bammer weed

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD

Don't give me no bammer weed

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD

Don't give me no bammer weed

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD

Don't give me no bammer weed

We don't smoke that shit, it's TGOD

Contact lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Tyga)

[Tyga:]

Hah (Oh my God, Ronny)

[Tyga, Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm a big dog, baby, I'ma bark back (Bark back)

Got a bad ass bitch with her own racks (Own racks)

They don't like it, they don't like it, tell 'em, "Fuck that" (Fuck that)

Whoa, kush strong, catch a contact (Woo)

Bitches wanna talk to me, can't contact (Contact)

Hit my nigga for the plug, he the contact (Contact)

And we only do big contracts (Contracts)

Whoa, kush strong, catch a contact (Okay)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Knew she was the one soon as she opened her mouth

Heard you from the West, but built like you from the South

Your nigga always trippin', don't let you leave the house

Remindin' me of my Impala when she makin' it bounce

You never smoke, you think of me, you think of an ounce

You heard about me, now you wanna see what it's 'bout

I be smokin' on some gas, yeah, get the cash, yeah

Hit it, got you cummin' fast, yeah, make it last, yeah

Hundred milli' in the bank, I just made it last year

Hit it, then I'm gone, don't let you get attached here

Had a nigga who can't handle you, so now we past tense

Tryna spend it on you, baby, that's what all that ass get

Face look right, waist real tight

I'ma get up on it, in the morning, got a flight

[Tyga, Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm a big dog, baby, I'ma bark back (Bark back, okay)

Got a bad ass bitch with her own racks (Own racks)

They don't like it, they don't like it, tell 'em "Fuck that" (Fuck that, yup)

Whoa, kush strong, catch a contact (Woo)

Bitches wanna talk to me, can't contact (Contact)

Hit my nigga for the plug, he the contact (Contact)

And we only do big contracts (Contracts)

Whoa, kush strong, catch a contact

[Tyga:]

I go leather like Mike with the top back (Pew, pew)

Niggas talkin' shit, I'ma dead that (Baow)

I live what I rap, you live Internet (Hah, Internet)

She threw me the pussy, you tried to intercept (Nigga)

Checkmate like it's chess, diamond rook on my neck (Yeah)

I deal with your body, open your legs, split the deck (Yeah)

She asked for some molly and then she pulled me to the bed (Whoa)

I'm too busy to fuck her, I'ma settle for some head (Ayy)

My new bae (Newbie), on the way (Zoom, zoom)

She make that ass shake (Yeah), bada bing (Ayy, woo)

Throwin' hundreds in her face, make it earthquake (Ayy)

Throwin' hundreds on that ass, it's your birthday (Ayy)

Bring it back, get a stack, make it earthquake (Woo)

Blow the cake like a motherfuckin' birthday

[Tyga, Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm a big dog, baby, I'ma bark back (Bark back)

Got a bad ass bitch with her own racks (Own racks)

They don't like it, they don't like it, tell 'em, "Fuck that" (Fuck that)

Whoa, kush strong, catch a contact (Woo)

Bitches wanna talk to me, can't contact (Contact)

Hit my nigga for the plug, he the contact (Contact)

And we only do big contracts (Contracts)

Whoa, kush strong, catch a contact

(Oh my God, Ronny)

Clouds In The Air lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. K CAMP)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Haha

Hahaha

Yeah

I know

But you know I heard that before, though, right?

(D.a. got that dope)

Uh

How she know what to do with the pack when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (Keep sayin' that she don't smoke)

Why her clothes smell like kush when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (Keep sayin' that she don't smoke)

Why she got weed in her nails when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (Keep sayin' that she don't smoke)

How she keep blowin' clouds in the air when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (Keep sayin' that she don't smoke)

Pack too loud, pack too loud

Smell me in the club when I came through the crowd

Say we can't do it, rollin' up right now

Anything that I rock, niggas takin' my style

All white Benz, think snow gettin' plowed

She say I'm the realest nigga that she seen in a while

Blowin' this KK, it got me up in the clouds

I be wakin' and bakin', and me, I puff by the pound

Throwin' this money, they waitin' for it to come down

Fall in the spot where only real ones allowed

Start from the bottom, that mean we built from the ground

Don't want no problems, I want mils in my account

New whips, new shit for my house

Tell her take two puffs, kick her out

Say she roll with me, then she lyin' then

We ain't even have sex, we was vibin'

[Wiz Khalifa & K CAMP:]

How she know what to do with the pack when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (Keep sayin' that she don't smoke)

Why her clothes smell like kush when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (Keep sayin' that she don't smoke)

Why she got weed in her nails when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (Keep sayin' that she don't smoke)

How she keep blowin' clouds in the air when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (Keep sayin' that she don't smoke, yeah, yeah)

[K CAMP:]

Roll the gas up (Roll it)

Fully loaded, what you waitin' on?

Ass up (Ass up)

She a freak, and that pussy, I can't pass up

Heard you lookin' for the vibe, should've asked us (Should've asked us)

For real (Yeah)

Yes, I need a Rollie for a walkthrough (Rollie for a walkthrough, yeah)

I don't give a fuck what he bought you (Fuck what he bought you, ooh)

Bought me a foreign, bought a watch too (Bought me a foreign, yeah)

I see you kickin' shit, but who taught you? (Hey)

Love that (Love)

Keep a bottle like I'm Tommy, I'm a Rugrat (Rug')

Throw the pussy 'til you found out where the love at (Love)

He got ten, I got ten, this a dub sack

Ayy, Wiz, let's get some more, fool (Haha)

[Wiz Khalifa & K CAMP:]

How she know what to do with the pack when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (RARE Gang, keep sayin' that she don't smoke)

Why her clothes smell like kush when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (Keep sayin' that she don't smoke)

Why she got weed in her nails when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (Keep sayin' that she don't smoke)

How she keep blowin' clouds in the air when she keep sayin' that she don't smoke? (Keep sayin' that she don't smoke)

High Today lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Logic)

[Logic:]

Where is my mind? It's far away

Up in the sky, I'm high today

Break it on down, then we rollin' it up

I can see my house from up here

Who needs a jet when you're fly like me? Tell 'em

You don't need a jet to get high like me

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I started off slow, but I finally made it

No matter the cost, chances I'm takin'

Ride with my dawgs, no, we ain't fakin'

Travel the world, countin' up faces

Jump in my car, roll up and face it

No, I don't call, I'm on her faces

All of 'em model, none of 'em basic

Girl, I'm a star, look in amazement

Top of the game, that's where my place is

Started off small, runnin' from cases

Can't take it back, I can't erase it

Money got long, I'm tryna chase it

Puffin' the J, I wanna get paid

It's one and the same, but that's every day

I'm livin' my life as real as I say

I spent it all once, so I'm tryna save

I'm rollin' that dank, she pourin' that drank

I'm out of my brain, weed got me all faded

Lovin' my life, I'm never gon' trade it

I want success, don't wanna be famous

Know how to stay on your grind, it's contagious

Rollies with diamonds for time that it's takin'

People these days, they easily change

But I stay the same 'cause life's what you make it

I started off slow, but I finally made it

No matter the cost, chances I'm takin'

Ride with my dawgs, no, we ain't fakin'

Travel the world, countin' up faces

Jump in my car, roll up and face it

No, I don't call, I'm on her faces

All of 'em model, none of 'em basic

Girl, I'm a star, look in amazement

[Logic:]

Where is my mind? It's far away

Up in the sky, I'm high today

Break it on down, then we rollin' it up

I can see my house from up here

Who needs a jet when you're fly like me? Tell 'em

You don't need a jet to get high like me

From the sun up to the sundown

No, we never come down

Bobby Boy loud when he come around

Drivin' down Malibu

Stay driven like the valet do, I be cruisin'

Steady winnin', but I'm playin' like I'm losin'

I know that this shit can be confusin'

Talkin' rap, talkin' life, talkin' choosin'

Money over happiness, abusin'

Losin' your mind, losin' your heart

Second that I wake up, I feel like this world just wants to tear me apart

But I don't

Let it get me down, let it fuck me up

What my therapist say

They don't matter, no way

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I started off slow, but I finally made it

No matter the cost, chances I'm takin'

Ride with my dawgs, no, we ain't fakin'

Travel the world, countin' up faces

Jump in my car, roll up and face it

No, I don't call, I'm on her faces

All of 'em model, none of 'em basic

Girl, I'm a star, look in amazement

It's Only Weed, Bro (2020)

• Ain't Shit Changed
• Vanity Fair
• Use Your Manners
• Big Shadow
• Mark's Basement
• Smokin' Section
• Easy Access 

Ain't Shit Changed lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Sometimes, you gotta cut a motherfucker, huh?

Don't be that motherfucker

Haha

Realistically, I'm just sittin' back

Got back to the crib

Got a pile of KK, pack of cones

Just doing what I do

Ain't shit changed

Ugh

Smoking weed and living how I'm s'posed to be

The police don't say shit when they approach me

Different day, a different coast

I'm doing shit the way I'm s'posed to

Flyin' private, 'way from coach

Was a player, now, I coach, hundred mil', I'm tryna gross

Roll a pound and flow, pour a round and toast

Every day, we focused, no matter how much we smoke

Hit it, never miss, got these niggas pissed

Get caught? Never flip, charges get dismissed

Been a savage since I jumped off in this business shit

Nothing personal, must've forgot what this business is

I keep hustling and won't stop until my clique get rich

Won't do shit, you bury yourself, I'll let you dig that ditch

You a hustling motherfucker

New crib for my son, an AP for my brother, and it's flooded

Them girls ain't gon' get enough of it

Earn my respect, they gon' keep telling you that I'm fucking rich

Earn my respect, he just get jealous because I fucked his bitch

Earn my respect, so when they come to my house, they don't take pics

I'm killing the competition, they still ain't got my permission

I'm finna make my decision, I'm holding out my position

Vanity Fair lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Tss

So she ran up on me and she was like "Damn, I miss you"

I had to tell the young lady:

"You can't miss what you still have

See, can't nobody take your spot

You don't miss me, you just missing out"

Hahaha

Ugh

I got you open off the words I spit

They tired of the rest, they need some gangster shit

Say I'm the best once the weed get lit

Don't leave your girl around me 'cause she might get hit

I rock Celine and all types of shit

At night, we in the studio, where mics get ripped

Doing my thing like a titan

These niggas' mouth hurt from all the biting

Niggas soft, I ain't nothing like 'em, don't need 'em

Say they my man but I don't believe 'em

I'm getting tanned with a Puerto Rican

Dropping new shit for my fans

Rings on the fingers, we them champs

Pull up to the party, high as fuck, I roll up in advance

I already know you niggas fake, never trust you again

Keep a lil' McQueen in my cup, Taylor cuff in my pants

'Nother red carpet, if they hit you up when I land

G-A-N-G-S-T-A

I gotta keep it gangsta

G-A-N-G-S-T-A

I gotta keep it gangsta

G-A-N-G-S-T-A

I gotta keep it gangsta

G-A-N-G-S-T-A

I gotta keep it gangsta

It's Only Weed Bro

Hahahaha!

Relax

It's only weed

Use Your Manners lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

It's only weed

Ha-ha-ha

Female

Ha-ha-ha

Don't be rude

Use your manners

Joints get lit

Hate on me, what's the point of it?

These niggas I'm disappointed in

Can't hang with me like an ornament

If she bring a friend, she joining in

My gang official, we born to win

I'm rollin' weed and pourin' gin, woo!

'Nother plane, I board again

I revived, feel born again

I'm in the sky, I'm soaring in

Got a few vibes, bring 'em foreigns in

Valet be gettin' the door for him

She get them ones off the floor for them

Makin' these lil' niggas forfeit

If I ain't rappin', that mean I'm tourin'

Show up, I'm very important

They be like "It is Khalifa?", of course it is

Grindin', you don't have to force the kid

Marry the game, won't divorce the bitch

Makin' the money, you never make me

On top of game, you could never play me

I was at class, sitting next to JAY-Z

Smoking a joint with Nas and Swizz Beatz

Took off the Celine's, A1's on my feet

I'm rollin' a J, my night is complete

Hello, morning, you look good, good to me

Kissing the sky, I can feel it move me

But on my own I would share this morning

Kiss the sunrise with my eyes, so give it ya

Damn

I'm really realizing that I'm the man

That if I really wanna do it, I can

I'm smoking that gas, I share with my fam

My foot on the gas, I stick to the plan

You don't know me personal, please don't call me Cam

And if you do, then some weed should be in your hand

I turn to the boss, got tired of the middle-man

I smoke when I want, roll up even in Japan

You hear me talk it, I live it

It's all 100, I don't got a gimmick

Pullin' my card and I don't got no limit

Rollin' the chronic up I'm like a chemist

Way that I ball, I might end up in Guinness

I know they probably think I'm a magician

Walk in and leave out with all of the bitches

I'm at the top, I don't see competition

If she with me, when I talk, she gon' listen

Run to the money, do not give it distance

Gettin' some millions, I got them intentions

And know I came from the bottom, my name at the top and I don't even ask for permission

And they all line up and ask for pictures

Hard to imagine this life that I'm living

Hello, morning, you look good, good to me

Kissing the sky, I can feel it move me

But on my own I would share this morning

Kiss the sunrise with my eyes, so give it ya

Morning sunrise (Morning)

Morning sunrise (I said it's a beautiful morning)

Big Shadow lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Mhm

Yessir!

I say yessir!

I just copped a chain that I like

I just got some brain at the light

I don't even exchange if I don't like it

I go off the brain, I don't write

I've flown too many planes in my life

I need a bad bitch, not a wife

I need that plastic when I swipe

I need a million dollars, not advice

Call me, I hit, never call her twice

Call me the kid, my flow very nice

New car, new crib, watch look like a bucket full of ice

Fuck it, I'm just livin' life

All my niggas trained to go, but we don't wanna fight

Never coppin' when I land, we bring it on the flight

Said he got a mil', I said "I'll be there by tonight"

And I'm a boss, so I never pay the full price

Silver shadow

I leave these niggas in the dust, they wish they could be us

Glowing shadow

These fake niggas I don't trust 'cause they see me out

Shining brightly

In the air, in the air

For all to see

And we ain't goin' nowhere, we gon' be right here

Big shadow, don't battle

But if I did, a nigga get dismantled

Up shit's creek, no paddle

Shit get deep, you shallow

Switch classrooms, need bad hoes

I can roll a paper plane with my eyes closed

Don't get rest, always on post

I'm sleepless, Seattle

Blowin' Cali kush, blue flannel

With a bad bitch, no manners

Yeah, she look good, can't stand her

Young rich nigga, don't matter

I'm the one, get the two or three after

You my sons, that's what I do with these bastards

I roll the kush up 'cause I need laughter

My life a movie, no actors

Silver shadow

I leave these niggas in the dust, they wish they could be us

Glowing shadow

These fake niggas I don't trust 'cause they see me out

Shining brightly

In the air, in the air

For all to see

And we ain't goin' nowhere, we gon' be right here

Mark's Basement lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

How you want it? Now or later, I blow a pound of flavors

I'm always rollin kush, don't be with entertainers

This ain't just for the look, don't feel like I need favors

Don't play it by the book, occupation smokin' papers

When I pull up they look, cool with the cops and neighbors

I got these niggas shook, like helicopter chases

My car win races, my broad was racist

But now she wanna kick it, get her little brother tickets

I talk, I live it, I ball, I pivot

I go the distance, I'm so persistent

How I'm livin', stackin' millions

Rappin' to children, gettin' that pack in the buildin'

That real shit, I'm bringin' the feelin'

That bad bitch, she bringin' my meal in

My swag good, you think you could steal it

That bag good, I think it's a million

Count it up

Count the motherfuckin' money man

When's the last time you ran somethin'?

Never, motherfucka!

Ha ha ha ha

Matter fact, as long as you know how to roll in 2020, you good

You gang!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Who that is

Countin' up, keep the weed tucked

Got a bottle of that new McQueen stuff

Your bitch trippin', tell her ease up

You can see the ink when my sleeves up

It's hoes down, always g's up

Put some money down, Rollie freeze up

What would you do if you paid 4.5?

You would live comfortable too, decorate all of your rooms

I don't know why they assume, only make boss type of moves

They clout chase, I'm hardly amused, but I still try to be cool

I spend a thousand on shoes, I got a house with a pool

I got a mountain to move, she got a mouth, I recruit

If I'm gettin' paper, she count it up too

If I know the price, my accountant do too

I fly in a place, smoke a pound, and I'm through

All my niggas eat full, what happened to you?

Y'all niggas lookin' real sad

You look happy, but you look sad

All that partyin' and shit and buyin' shit

You just fillin' an empty motherfuckin' space

Some shit you wish you had

It's cool 'cause I know what it feel like 'cause I got it nigga

Yeah

I got it

Smokin' Section lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Ayo, I never had common sense

But I had enough sense to calm my ass down and make my dollars stretch

Yeah

Uh, ayo, I never had common sense

But I had enough sense to calm my ass down and make my dollars stretch

I'm like basketball to net how I make it all connect

Move strong so the funds I collect come correct when the boss nigga check ya

If you don't come from the set, I don't respect ya

Better yet, jump on a jet and give them checks up

I never give nothin' less than my best

You can tell by the way that I'm dressed

Grey bottom and my dreads always fresh

Smoke so much, I swear that I'm blessed

Know so much, I swear I'm a genius

And I'm K-Oing niggas, we ain't callin' it even

Spent too much time online, I'm with your broad for the evening

She a big ol' freak, I pull it out and she eat it

You might think I got time to kill 'cause I'm so real

Lot of niggas I could've checked this year, but I'ma chill

I ain't gotta tell that they fake, in time, it will

When it come to being certified, I'm signed and sealed

Signed a deal since I was 16, I been gettin' cream

A young nigga smokin' weed like it's nicotine

Made my own scene

If that's your girl, then why she kick it with the whole team?

Smoke the whole thing

Eyes hella low, never tried, then you'll never know

Young Khalifa flows so incredible

Off of six joints and a edible

I don't write it down, it ain't legible

Professional from the head to toe

Big vegetables, we ain't smokin' no oregano

Never pedal slow, we just catch and go

And when I'm finished with this shit, it's gon' be set in stone

A real king, before I'm done, I'll have to get a throne

Better know as the nigga killin' every fuckin' verse

And puttin' rappers in a hearse

And when you do it like me, niggas see your blessings as a curse

But, shit, I could be doing worse

Fuck y'all

Easy Access lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

One for the money

With a hurt foot, I'ma run to the money

From the dirt, nigga, I don't come from the money

For what it's worth, I'ma get it done for the money

Bad bitch with a accent

Askin' for her IG, she just wanna know where the cash is

Where she from you can't imagine

At home, she got some bad kids

You ain't my sons, you my grandkids

Outlandish, caught you red-handed

Stealin' styles, that's standard

But what happen when you get abandoned?

That mean I'ma leave a lot of niggas stranded

Fired up, they wanna know what the strain is

Roll another one

Always knew I'd be the man when I was comin' up

The game made a nigga toughen up

Now all the girls wanna come with us

I don't need to know her number

If it's on, then it's on, meet me deeply undercover

We don't text or call each other

I give my all or nothing

Let you do all the cuffing

Doobies, I'ma roll a hundred, I done brought enough in

When I handle my biz, ain't no interruption

I just let my money talk, it ain't no discussion

The way that shorty give me head, she get a concussion

The best thing that you could do is don't make an assumption

The flow's so dope, cops come in, you flush it

Man, my watch bustin'

I'ma always take my time, I don't ever rush shit

Goin' for fourth down while you niggas puntin'

I just throw a couple rounds, I don't do the lovin'

Not to mention fussin'

Don't be callin' up my phone sayin' all that fuck shit

Got McQueen, couple gold bottles at the function

Say I'm lookin' like a boss, but it's really nothin'

I just came from customs

Got your bitch crushin'

See me and she blushin'

She just left her husband

Let you do all the cuffing

Doobies, I'ma roll a hundred, I done brought enough in

When I handle my biz, ain't no interruption

I just let my money talk, it ain't no discussion

The way that shorty give me head, she get a concussion

The best thing that you could do is don't make an assumption

The flow's so dope, cops come in, you flush it

Fly Times, Vol. 1: The Good Fly Young (2019)

 

• Real As You Think
• Taylor
• G.O.A.T Flow
• Bacc To Winning
• Chevy Bars
• Big Pride (Bag Talk)
• What You Deserve
• Yea Yup
• Gold Bottles
• Taylor Life
• You Don't Have To Hide
• Real One
• Monitored Millions
• All For You

Real As You Think lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Problem & Curren$y)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Fresh off the plane

Pittsburgh pimpin' blew up and now he got his own strain

Diamond everything

We tired of paying for it so we put it in our name

To the top, but where we came from is way different

Been a boss and gon' remain

Know the cost, I can't complain

I'm back and rolling joints bigger than ever

The more time I take, the better I get

The more chains I cop, the wetter she get

All bullshit aside but never forget

Heard boss shit before but never like this

Blowing O's in my whip

Writing flows, bringing pounds where we ain't supposed to

But they don't even trip

Name on the list, we don't wait 'til it come out

Might buy every one so they don't exist

Rollie on the wrist

Competition try and miss

Diamonds on my fist

Gotta rock the coldest 'fits

Glad you noticed, never seen nothing like this so they focus

Mixing my new shit with my old shit

White diamonds on gold

We fell in love with how the money fold

Hundred millions I done sold, changed souls with the stories I told

Take it as a compliment when them younger niggas tell me that I'm getting old

That mean my money mature

Villas on shores, having conversations with billionaires

Skip the awards, we already there

Just keep the chronic smoke in the air

Model chick with long hair wearing weave cause it's easier to maintain

My niggas come from hunger pains

Now we all rocking two or three chains, Versace everything

Spilling our drinks, pulling out minks

Live a life that's as real as you think

[Problem & Wiz Khalifa:]

It take a lot to keep a crew alive

Really socialize

Beef shit, we don't vocalize

Keep it in overdrive

Come through and catch a vibe

Bitches is over fine

G's up, stay cheesed up, smoke it then re-up

It takes a lot to keep a crew alive

From counting twenties and fives

To private jets when we flying

They can't believe us

It take a lot to keep a crew alive

So we keep the bottles on ice

Staying down, still cursin' to Jesus (What?)

[Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y:]

So if I tell you something, I meant it, man

I'm not just doing this shit for my motherfucking health

I ain't got time to waste

You know that old ass saying, "Time is money?"

Well I got a whole lot of money

And I don't got a whole lot of time

So don't mind me if I change that up

Let me sit

[Curren$y:]

Paper been sitting up, just collecting dust

Though my Bentley clean as fuck, super sharp

Your bitch got cut, you mad but

You need to analyze the game that you laid

Had hella cracks in the frame, foundation was weak

She peeped early you was a lame

And proceeded to deplete your change

Smoking weed with my gang

Track suit tailored to feature my watch and bracelet

My reputation speak for me, I don't really say shit

Killer whales tip the scale, major sales

They praying that we fail though the real prevail

The illest niggas

Them haters really just wishing they could kick it with us

I swear that's why they so mad

Chevrolets candy painted, laid on the Ave

Hitting switches, drag the ass, sparking like a lighter

Million dollar rap writer, full time low-rider

A New Orleans East Sider

All my weed designer, all my hoes'll open fire

Yeah

Taylor lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Okay

You know what I'm sayin'?

(Cardo got wings)

I ain't gon' keep playin' with y'all

Not like I was before though, haha

Uh

Backseat how I like to ride

Two freaks tryna fit inside

Just left the club, now she wanna slide

Nigga keep callin' so she tryna hide

Big chain, got her eyes wide

Big dope, nigga, no lie

Presidential, monumental

She only fuck with you when the rent due

I'm tryna bag one when I spin through

On the grind, gettin' money's not a issue

You know it's the bomb just by the scent

Nigga sayin' he a pimp, but he doin' shit that tricks do

Lot of bullshit I been through

It made me a boss and my whole team official

We just stickin' to the script

Niggas sayin' they get down but I promise they don't do it like this

'Bout to take another trip

Tell my bitch roll another zip

And my gang don't slip

Smoke trees, count a mil' before I dip

So much that the bank can't fit

She chose up, you can't blame her

We in the room high as a skyscraper

We came this far, ain't never gon' change up

Homie, that's Taylor

Straight game what I give her

Big crib but I made it out of Pittsburgh

No time for the fuck shit

We pull up, cleanest niggas at the function

All white Benz lookin' for some skins

Make sure I got room for you plus your friends

Straight card, no cash

Heard them niggas be simpin' so them niggas ain't lastin'

Get a joint and put gas in

Them niggas ain't even in my way, I move past 'em

Everything I make classic

And niggas be hatin', but to me that ain't natural

And it's pay me, fuck you

Smell two K's when I come through

I just roll another zip

Niggas sayin' they get down but I promise they don't do it like this

'Bout to take another trip

Tell my bitch roll another zip

And my gang don't slip

Smoke trees, count a mil' before I dip

So much that the bank can't fit

She chose up, you can't blame her

We in the room high as a skyscraper

We came this far, ain't never gon' change up

Homie, that's Taylor

G.O.A.T Flow lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. THEMXXNLIGHT)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Detain the boss, maybe it's 'cause these 'fits I been gettin' off

Cardo got wings

Okay

You niggas still lost

Uh

Tryna detain the boss

Maybe it's 'cause these 'fits that I'm getting off

Outfits, murder one, I ain't killin' 'em soft

Big crib, that's a mansion and not a loft

I ain't never falling off, won't take part in that

Some niggas get money, don't know how to react

Ain't a million dollars, my name ain't on the contract

She ain't a boss, you can have her back

I'm where her loft at

Smoking out, playing my favorite songs

Let her hit the weed and she sing along

Pink diamonds, Rolexes telling the time

And if I wanna make a movie, she gon' tag along

I ain't one for boasting and bragging

I'm the type to put it in my raps, you find out that most of it happened

You smell the smoke, you know it's the captain

Bring in the bottles, I roll 'em and pass 'em

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

When I wake up in the morning

I'm rollin' up the weed and I'm thinking 'bout you

And what we gon' do, yeah

I might take you back to my home

Smoke all them joints and I'm thinkin' 'bout you

And what we gon' do

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I got it legalized

And now it's me and my homies when I need to fly

My money a bigger size

And if she ain't coming home tomorrow, I'm the reason why

For my team, down to ride, you see it in my eyes

Thirteenss on the side, my trees crystalize

'Bout the life to live, I ain't missing mine

Leave it all for my kid

I can hear 'em hatin' from the distance

The world's filled with all kinds of paper, I'm tryna get it

Treat her so good that she think of me when I'm finished

Going so hard they just wait for the intermission

But I ain't never letting up

Never rushing my moves

I just wait for them to slack off, giving me the perfect opportunity

Then I set 'em up

Chain cold as the weather in December

This that G.O.A.T. flow, I know you remember

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

When I wake up in the morning

I'm rollin' up the weed and I'm thinking 'bout you

And what we gon' do, yeah

I might take you back to my home

Smoke all them joints and I'm thinkin' 'bout you

And what we gon' do

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I tell her what I do

Yeah

I tell her what I do, do

Yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do

Yeah, yeah, no, no, I tell her what I do

Bacc To Winning lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

(Cardo got wings)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Bong rips before Benihanas

You need to come with me and unwind

Be there in a nick of time

We pull up and skip the line

You could order what you want, girl, it's just fine

I ain't gotta say it twice

You the type to play your cards right

Leave your homegirls and stay out all night

Get excited when you find out the price

Love me like your first piece of ice

Or your favorite pair of Nikes

Either scenario, I'm what you wearing

Style no comparing

Ain't care so it's nothing for you to share them

I'll hit you when my plane landing

Pay you a visit when I can

And when I see you don't be acting different

Through with them losers, now you back to winning

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

No, you don't need no man

Girl, you get it on your own

And we don't need no drugs

We already in our zone

Oh, you got it right back

Right back, right back

Right back, right back

Oh, you're back to winning

Oh, back to winning

Yeah, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]

We built this so I'ma stand on it

Ain't right 'less me and my man own it

Know the bottom because we came from it

And they surprised 'cause we planned on it

Confrontation, never ran from it

Million dollar conversations, product placement

Trying to keep up but they out of date

Out of breath, out of line, all the way out of shape

Now they hate

If I roll it up it gotta be great

Bank account look like what the lottery say

Any time of day

Put a couple low-riders in your face

Wan' go, but she probably stay

Running game how it ought to be played

Ten years, ain't nobody take a shot at me

If it ain't cruise life, don't try to ride with me

One in the back, one on the side of me

In and out like a robbery

And the eyes never lied to me

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

No, you don't need no man

Girl, you get it on your own

And we don't need no drugs

We already in our zone

Oh, you got it right back

Right back, right back

Right back, right back

Oh, you're back to winning

Oh, back to winning

Yeah, yeah

Chevy Bars lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

[Chevy Woods:]

She always in the latest

It gotta be something about her, I can't do no basic

Need us annihilate then, that's just to keep it player

Been getting money, don't be stupid, can't do me no favors

I got this project chick always play Lil Wayne

I think she tryna drive me crazy, told her stay in her lane

They always told me it was fire when it came to that 'caine

Yeah I was serving hard in like James and kept a rocket

Way too G'd up, feet up, light the weed up

I took his honey from him, she told me you wan' be us

He had a buzz, that was a light year

With 20-20, you pussy, we see it quite clear

I hit your BM in her DM then had her with me by PM

Stevie Wonder, I get money off keys and never see 'em, uh

Ain't saying shit, boy, you all talk

And ain't no prices ever dropping over here, this ain't Walmart

Big Pride (Bag Talk) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]

And you know we ain't dry on the side

We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets

Don't be mad, put your pride to the side

Real niggas don't gossip, lil' nigga, stop it

And you know we ain't dry on the side

We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets

Don't be mad, put your pride to the side

Real niggas don't gossip (Okay), lil' nigga, stop it (Uh)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Big bag, I'm a big bag talker

Diamonds in my chain, look just the Wheel of Fortune

Different colors, they both sisters but got different mothers

Park my whips together, pull up, make 'em kiss each other

New flavors, I got lots of new flavors

Hella lit with all these bottles at my fuckin' table

We know that it's night time, it look like the day, though

Why'd I worry 'bout being signed when I own the label?

Why'd I worry 'bout one horse when I own a stable?

I remember one room with the basic cable

I remember niggas talked, they don't want the fade though

I remember you's a trick so the pussy paid for, yeah yeah

[Young Deji:]

And you know we ain't dry on the side

We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets

Don't be mad, put your pride to the side

Real niggas don't gossip, lil' nigga, stop it

And you know we ain't dry on the side

We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets

Don't be mad, put your pride to the side

Real niggas don't gossip, lil' nigga, stop it

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm a big risk taker

Hundred on the neck, cop some ice for the wrist later (Wrist later)

Saw it, that's the deal breaker

Out in LA ballin', got me feelin' like a real Laker (Real Laker)

Shorty get a hand

All that postin' on the 'Gram ain't for free, that's her bread-maker (Bread-maker)

And I hardly go to bed

I could hardly see the day that my squad ain't gettin' fed (Gettin' fed)

Got a problem, nigga, say it

And that money so long, we don't count it, we just weigh it (We just weigh it)

Your respect, you better pay it

Or some niggas you don't know pullin' up to where you stay at

[Young Deji:]

And you know we ain't dry on the side

We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets

Don't be mad, put your pride to the side

Real niggas don't gossip, lil' nigga, stop it

And you know we ain't dry on the side

We just keep gettin' profit, don't watch my pockets

Don't be mad, put your pride to the side

Real niggas don't gossip, lil' nigga, stop it

What You Deserve lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

Yo, yo, what up? What up?

It's your boy Nick Budsworth

Right here with your 4/20 check-in

I know you riding high out there

So make sure you buckle your seatbelts

We got a lot of traffic so you might wanna have one rolled

Drink lots of water 'cause it's hot out

And if you're gonna be out all night, don't watch for the police

'Cause they don't give a fuck if you're smoking these days

It's legal, bitch

[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]

You know I got what you need, baby

Know what you deserve

You know I got what you need, baby

I'm what you deserve (Okay)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

If my gang's in it, then you know it's legit

Buy the diamond rings, frozen fist

Legendary status, close to it

Pounds, growin' it, then we smokin' it

I ain't through with the game 'til I recoup everything that I'm supposed to get

Couple doors, open them

So niggas after me can get rich before they close again

If we ain't close, then we closin' in

Hittin' that chronic and holdin' it in

How many days he gon' roll again?

Made a mil' gettin' stoned with his friends

Makin' sure we look good for them pictures that we posin' in

Champagne bottles cold in the fridge

I'm goin' in and goin' again

Niggas sick, they got no defense

Can't block shit

Gettin' dollars make a lot of sense

Boy, your pockets full of lint

Pull 'em inside out before you sit

[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]

You know I got what you need, baby (Yeah, yup)

Know what you deserve

You know I got what you need, baby

I'm what you deserve

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Keep the drinks cold

Seen shit get worse so we don't care when they reach

Before the paper meet the ink, think

Got our own weed, got our own everything

Trips every week, 20k for a seat

Tried to stay low-key but paparazzi won't let me

Old Chevies, new Mercedes, a few ladies

A couple niggas who wanted millions since we was babies

I get the room, it's so comfortable, say she gotta stay (Gotta stay)

Money, I made a lot today (A lot today)

Pulling out them private tables

Thirty a hand if you wanna play

Risk it all before I play it safe

If you broke, I'ma stay away

It goes down if I okay it

Four cars where I stay at

Racin' boats, catchin' all the wave action

Jetlife, Taylor Gang captain

The ones you named your plane after

[Young Deji:]

You know I got what you need, baby

Know what you deserve

You know I got what you need, baby

I'm what you deserve

Yea Yup lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah, yup

(La música de Harry Fraud)

(Let me just run through it in my head)

Uh

Get up off your ass

This cash ain't gon' get itself, the race ain't gon' win itself

Focus on your business and your health

Put them notches on your belt

Treat them haters like they not here

Only smoke it if it's top tier

Never puttin' your trust in a girl, that's bein' smart, it's not fear

All that I'm sayin', they motive's not clear

Lookin' for a come-up, you won't get a shot here

And still them bottles gon' pop, 'nother 30K, you gotta go shop

Even though it pains 'em, I guarantee it ain't never gon' stop

I'm with a few G's, you ready or not?

We levelin' up, conversations 'bout television and such

Make a toast to the better us

We never die, never givin' up

Never let sucker sheep get ahead of us

Blow rapper weed on the regular

You just rappers with weed, et cetera

[Young Deji:]

It's our time

I don't wanna hear you cry

Stop complaining, it's our time

I don't wanna hear you cry

Stop complaining, complaining, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Whatever you like, I got it on ice

Trips to paradise, never seen you wear it twice

We don't care the price, diamonds in our wrist-wear

We celebrate 365 days out of the year

It took a lot to get here, some losses

Now we pour out our own liquor and race Porsches

Several options

Stay real and still made a fortune

Doesn't happen often

Pull up, don't let the valet park it

Mama get in, don't make it awkward

This some G shit you wanna take part in

And if it ain't, well then I'll gladly beg your pardon

Rollin' KK, got it straight from out the garden

Bank the largest

Thank the Lord when we make deposits

Lot of hate but we shake it off us

We invest if it's makin' dollars

This for legacy, it ain't for follows

[Young Deji:]

It's our time

I don't wanna hear you cry

Stop complaining, it's our time

I don't wanna hear you cry

Stop complaining, complaining, yeah

Gold Bottles lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah, yeah

We still in the mix (Statik Selektah)

We got that Wiz Khalifa

We got that McQueen

We got that Taylor Gang

It's all coming up next

Yeah, yup

Stay lit

Get out the gold bottles, cars, got old models

Girls, keep 'em in bunches, learn to roll with the punches

Buy anything that I want, would rather save up

Paper phasers is what they labeled us

Twelve whips plus, but this one is my favorite

Cooled up, playing my latest shit

Your girl tired of curated playlists

Nothing else to say, but let's get paid

We ain't promised tomorrow, so we live today

Different stroke, same weed, rolled in a J

Another tour planned, slave to make a million dollars on a stage

Stick to the script, we on the same page

And if I ain't do it yet, then you can bet

More diamond chains, Porsches, and Corvettes

Pullin' up to the set, get nothing but respect

Niggas fuck with the gang and love the Jets

Been around the world for the checks

This ain't checkers, it's chess

You better make your best move next

[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]

Every day, every day

Every day is a better day

And it's all love, it's all love (Okay)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

FaceTimes from the homie

Saying I'm doing a great job

When you thoroughbred, it ain't hard

Do more than just play the cards

My son future what I'm saving for

Me falling off, shit that's what they banking on

That ain't really rapper weed, you just think it's strong

She ain't really in your corner, you just think she yours

Several floors, you can smell the kush through the door

Raise generations, we don't need awards

Ain't doing red carpets no more

Just send my shit straight to the crib if I win

Lately, I been going in, customizing rims

Hittin' up models that's slim

Who ride and say they wan' come get high again

Sliding in a Benz

A hundred million dollars, I been trying since a kid

There ain't no KK on it, I ain't flying in it then

Gotta represent, new residents

Never hesitant, dead presidents

[Young Deji:]

Every day, every day

Every day is a better day

And it's all love, it's all love

Every day, every day

Every day is a better day

And it's all love, it's all love

[WEED Radio & Sebastian Thomaz:]

Like I said y'all, it's going down, W-E-E-D

Shout out to Wiz Khalifa, man

He's in town tonight and he's got a special guest with him

He's bringing the Khalifa Kush with him as well

And um, speaking of Khalifa Kush

I heard Wiz has an Oreo commercial

Featuring his own son Sebastian

And we actually got Sebastian on the line right now

That's right, Wiz Khalifa's six year old son Sebastian is on the line right now

Sebastian, what do you wanna hear?

Some player shit

Taylor Life lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Sosamann)

Statik Selektah

[Sosamann:]

What I'm smokin' got me feelin'

Like we ain't ever comin' down tonight

And I came from the bottom, nowadays they see me winnin'

The Taylor way is how I live my life

What I'm smokin' got me feelin'

Like we ain't ever comin' down tonight

And I came from the bottom, nowadays they see me winnin'

The Taylor way is how I live my life

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Throwin' tips to the distributors

Only focus is our kids and the culture we contribute to

Pull up book, invite the prime minister

Hundred black cars in a line, bulletproof, never dyin'

Gold pieces with diamonds to tell our time

All our women fine, team solid, never drop dimes

Came up out the sky with a Louis bag and a pound

Some pairs of Air Force Ones

I'll make a million dollars 'fore I'm done

Focused on funds, cars with engines in the trunk

We leavin' the venue drunk

They pointin', sayin' we livin' it up

Get as much as you give? Well, shit

I'm tryna give it all so I can get it back

Now Taylor Gang that

[Sosamann:]

What I'm smokin' got me feelin'

Like we ain't ever comin' down tonight

And I came from the bottom, nowadays they see me winnin'

The Taylor way is how I live my life

What I'm smokin' got me feelin'

Like we ain't ever comin' down tonight

And I came from the bottom, nowadays they see me winnin'

The Taylor way is how I live my life

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Since the first turkey bag, we ain't never look back

My nigga said he'd get the hotel

I said "Nah, I'll sleep on the couch," and that was that

We here right on time, hater, relax

Raw papers by the pack

Wakin' up neighbors

Was on the road for a couple months so I stacked

Taylor Gang, Jet Life, fill the walls up with plaques

Leadin' by action, rollin' weed up in a classic

Relaxin', leave the show with too much cash to spend

Get back to the pad

Remember days when niggas was doin' bad

Now our girls look like they doin' ads

Wasn't into sports or too into class

But all my chains look like your phone flashin'

New estate, the gate automatic

[Sosamann:]

What I'm smokin' got me feelin'

Like we ain't ever comin' down tonight

And I came from the bottom, nowadays they see me winnin'

The Taylor way is how I live my life

You Don't Have To Hide lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

You already know, man

Uh

I got a deuce, I got an ace

I got a car for every bump on your dirty face

If you ain't gang then you in the way

No we ain't the same, diamonds spellin' out my name

Shorty want the pleasure but it come with pain

Hard to tame and blessed with a lot of game

Keep the kush under a flame

The grind was a slow process but well worth it

Now they nervous, shit get way deep under the surface

I traveled all around the Earth and never missed a day of work

You fallin' off, I'm keepin' it more player

Smoke one flavor

Parkin' my low riders, pissin' my neighbors off

Been in the game way too long and ain't take a loss

How you showin' up to work late and think you a boss?

My plane takin' off, more money in the bank

Less time spent on waitin' on someone else

[Young Deji:]

You don't have to hide no more, yeah, ayy

You don't have to hide no more, yeah

You don't have to hide no more, yeah, ayy

You don't have to hide no more (no)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Always have and always will be

The sickest, my nigga, ain't no remedy

Stay on the grind, ain't no plan B

You hustle hard, you understand me?

Roll up the plants

Stuffin' them hundred dollar bills in my pants

She ran out of luck, last chance

Ahead of my time, way too advanced

Wondering what my new shit gonna sound like

Rolling kush by the pound

Ain't tough 'less your niggas is around

Still underground

With thirty mil' a year, how that sound?

My son straight so I ain't gotta worry 'bout much

You out of touch

Money straight, pile it up

I can buy what I want

I ain't takin' her out on a date, no way

Sunshades, brighter days

Rollin' kush up, buyin' them J's

My flow is more exciting

You niggas more into biting

Less talking, more writing

[Young Deji:]

You don't have to hide no more, yeah, ayy

You don't have to hide no more, yeah

You don't have to hide no more, yeah, ayy

You don't have to hide no more (no, girl)

Real One lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby (Okay)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

When you got visions of being the man

Sometimes other people won't understand

Gotta go hard for yours, maintain the upper hand

Rollin' up grams with this chick who's super thick but she from Japan

Soaking up some vibes, workin' on my tan

Another show, another two hundred grand stuffed in the safe

There ain't no comparison to my watch and the one you wearin'

Weed so loud, you hear it

Pull up and we the ones they wanna stare at

Fuck an appearance

You hear us talk it then we really live it

Houses with tanks, fifty thousand dollar fish up in 'em

My team was built to win

Hit your broad with that venom

Pro clubs and Levi denims

You can tell by our women

And all these legendary bars I'm pennin'

Come to my mansion if you wanna kick it

Flooded with digits, boss up, it's your decision

You lookin' fucked, we stuck to the business

Yeah yup

[Young Deji:]

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Ten steps ahead of these niggas

Wanna last in this game, then you better be

Rollin' so much weed, look like the '70s

Newer chain, copped a better piece

The crib mine, nigga, fuck a lease

She off the leash, bank account in Greece

Gettin' mine to say the least

Put it down, she tell me I'm a beast

Soon as 2009 get released

We got more heat for the streets

Fuckin' up her sheets, 100K a week

Rich but I stay discreet

You know how them major players be

Tell her she can stay or leave

Can't believe, but we really achieved it

Bars are seamless

Money large, wrist anemic

I ain't there unless my team is in it

Ain't nothing new, we been here a minute

Trips to Spain and Venice just to handle our business

Don't leave a thing unfinished

Champagne with our dinners

Going strong every inning

Some shit you might wanna witness

Yeah yup

[Young Deji:]

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

How it feel, how it feel

To have a

Real one in your corner, baby?

They can never clone it, baby

They can never clone it, baby

How it feel, how it feel

To have a real one in your corner?

They can never clone it, baby

They can never clone it, baby

Monitored Millions lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

It's business, man

Wake up to the business

You handle yours, I'll handle mine

At the end of the day, what's done is done

Uh

Gotta be real, gotta be stackin' dollar bills

Gotta look out for my team in the field

Gotta stay fresh like my ideas

Gotta keep old cars switching gears

Gotta spit fire for my engineer

Listen here, the flow sharp like kitchenware

Different tier, we do our job then we disappear

Vision clear, money got us on a mission

They hooked, we supply the addiction

Only multiply and addition, no division

Drive the coldest edition, exotic bud twistin', got it out the mud

Models hoppin' out our showers and tubs

Dealers be givin' us ounces just because, showin' us love

50K just to show up in club

Versace frames, Gucci on the rug

I own the strain, you just know the plug

We don't do this for the fame, we doin' it 'cause we really kings

Well-oiled machines, keep all of 'em clean

Ball 'til you fall

Don't let 'em monitor your millions, get 'em all

Gotta stay hands on, heavily involved

Try to handle your business and stay up out of ours

Then your problem's solved

Ball 'til you fall

Don't let 'em monitor your millions, get 'em all

Gotta stay hands on, heavily involved

Try to handle your business and stay up out of ours

Then your problem's solved

Lifted my low-rider up like Doughboy

When he caught sight of them niggas fuckin' with his lil' bruh

What we in it for? Make 'em remember us

Ten years plus, 10K's a new pair of rims for us

Come and kick it with some niggas who don't empty guts

They broke so they envy us

Laughin' to the bank while these suckers so serious

You ain't a boss, let me talk to your superior

Leather interior, bet I don't marry her

New year, gearin' up for success in different areas

Niggas was lost, switched the criteria

Hard not to stare at us

Think she home, but she here with us

Gettin' that kush smoke in her hair and stuff

Thirty thousand feet in the air

Always been and will be prepared for any affair

No diamonds in my teeth but that's all I wear

Solitaires by the pair, been ballin' my whole career

Ball 'til you fall

Don't let 'em monitor your millions, get 'em all

Gotta stay hands on, heavily involved

Try to handle your business and stay up out of ours

Then your problem's solved

Ball 'til you fall

Don't let 'em monitor your millions, get 'em all

Gotta stay hands on, heavily involved

Try to handle your business and stay up out of ours

Then your problem's solved

All For You lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. THEMXXNLIGHT)

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

Yeah

You need someone to love you, shawty

Love you, shawty

Need someone

You need someone to, ayy

You need someone to love you, oh

[THEMXXNLIGHT & Wiz Khalifa:]

You need someone to love you, shawty

You need someone to treat you right

If you need someone to talk to, call me

I'll do anything you like

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you (Okay)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Make your decision, usually I use my intuition

Rolling that weed, I'm on a mission

My eyes low, still paying attention

Ball hard, illest in my division

Better than all the competition

Set shot, puttin' my wrist in

Don't ball hard, learn how to dish it

Good from up close or distance

Make a million dollars in an instant

You get it all if you stay persistent

Now foreign countries, we be paying visits

Speaking of paying, lately, I've been playing with digits

So much coming from these words, it's making 'em nervous

Ain't a thing by chance, everything you see on purpose

Stayed down, became a boss, stayed real and observant

We always sticking to the code and my team is determined

We always keeping something rolled, hit the weed, don't get nervous

I'm thinking it's perfect, I'm constantly working

I think I deserve it, so I think I'ma purchase

[THEMXXNLIGHT & Wiz Khalifa:]

You need someone to love you, shawty (Yeah yup)

You need someone to treat you right

If you need someone to talk to, call me

I'll do anything you like

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you (Yeah yup)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Roll 'em as tight as I can

Who would've thought I'd grow to be the man?

Stick to the code, everything go as planned

Need in advance, straight biz

Won't give you a chance to hit us with that song and dance

Fifteen hundred dollars on some pants

I get the same chicks with some cut-off shorts and a pair of Vans

Pull up, ask her what she got planned

We pull off as fast as we can

Car so fast, hope you see it again

I usually be with fam, usually be stacking them grands

Built it all with my hands, run it back and replay it

Went from students in the game

Now me and my brother run the faculty, wrap around balcony

Painting in the living room look like a masterpiece

Rollin' up them joints, that's a thou' a piece

Me without trees is like a convict without the streets

Got a crib without the lease, I get a plate, my niggas feast

[THEMXXNLIGHT & Wiz Khalifa:]

You need someone to love you, shawty (Yeah yup)

You need someone to treat you right

If you need someone to talk to, call me

I'll do anything you like

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

[THEMXXNLIGHT:]

You need someone to love you, shawty

You need someone to treat you right

If you need someone to talk to, call me

I'll do anything you like

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you

2009 (2019) - Wiz Khalifa (with Curren$y)

• Garage Talk
• 10 Piece
• Benz Boys
• The Life
• Find A Way
• Eastside
• From The Start
• No Clout Chasin
• Getting Loose
• Stoned Gentleman
• First Or Last
• Plot Twist
• Bottle Poppers
• Forever Ball 

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