Top Down lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

La música de Harry Fraud

You havin' fun (Oh)

If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (Oh, oh)

Put the top down (Oh, oh)

When it get cold, let it up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)

We goin' up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)

All these girls, they with us, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh, oh)

And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough

Big joint that I fill

New lights on the grill

Gold D's on the wheels

Roll with me need skills

I can tell you how it feel

Diamond chain for a pill

Buy the waves for a mil

Ain't even tryna flex

Some of them niggas want the trophy

I want mind and respect

Rapping these verses

Breaking these purses when it's time to collect

Don't even buy just one, we get 'em in sets

Ain't talkin' clothes, I'm talking the ice on her neck

I give you a start and make you work for the rest

Make you a boss, have you signing them checks

Checkin' the books and make sure my papers correct

Look, I done turned you to a threat

You havin' fun (Oh)

If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (Oh, oh)

Put the top down (Oh, oh)

When it get cold, let it up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)

You're goin' up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)

All these girls, they with us, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh, oh)

And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough

Letting 'em up

Who knew that after years of hard work, the truth would be us

Two girls in the back, let our seats up

Cell phones off, so they can't reach us

I got an extra one, bitch, keep up

Put the kush in the joint, call it secret stuff

How you a boss and you rollin' in the cheapest one?

Me and my squad do our job, that's keepin' the bleachers filled up

They know way better than to steal from us

They work, so if we take a loss then shit we still get up

They wonder what's in my garage, if I'm gon' switch it up

I don't pull nothing, I make y'all go get some different work

We leave up out here and make all the bitches disappear

You havin' fun (Oh)

If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (Oh, oh)

Put the top down (Oh, oh)

When it get cold, let it up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)

We goin' up, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh)

All these girls, they with us, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh, oh)

And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough, yeah

Get enough, get enough

Get enough, get enough

Good Time lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

La música de Harry Fraud

Who say we got enough time?

Don't let it pass you by

I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time

I don't wanna make you mine

Who say we got enough time?

Don't let it pass you by

I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time

I don't wanna make you mine

Okay

Got an ass on you, I could see it from the front

Niggas down to pay for it, so you get just what you want

Make 'em fly you out to games, make 'em take you out to lunch

If the nigga don't pay, he can look but don't touch

You be textin' all the time, like you miss me so much

I ain't seen you in a minute, think it's time to pay up

Say you don't get off 'til 4AM, I stay up

I ain't waitin' for that pussy, bitch that purse gettin' took

Who say we got enough time?

Don't let it pass you by

I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time

I don't wanna make you mine

Who say we got enough time?

Don't let it pass you by

I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time

I don't wanna make you mine

It's been a little minute since you been up at the crib

And you need a nigga help, say you tryna get some bread

If you talkin' to a nigga, I'ma tell you how it is

If you suck a nigga dick, you might as well get rich

Might as well make a nigga pay for it when he click

Might as well get us both paid and bring another dip

Four, five bitches in the section, you don't trip

'Cause they all gotta pay breakin' bitches for they tips

Who say we got enough time?

Don't let it pass you by

I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time

I don't wanna make you mine

Who say we got enough time?

Don't let it pass you by

I'm just here for a good time, baby not a long time

I don't wanna make you mine

TMZ Skit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

...you smoke weed, only listen to Wiz Khalifa

Haha, that's pretty true

Wanna get in the front, baby?

Do you feel like theres- do you feel like theres enough people talking about the movement? You know, like-like in the election?

[?] weed, baby

That's pretty crazy

Y'all 'gon miss somebody else comin' up outta here filmin' me rollin' weed and shit

Hahah

Wiz, Wiz What, oh you want some?

Hahah

What, you want some too?

Hey-hey what strain is that?

Khalifa Kush, man

Oh, oh, you got your own kush?

Yeah, KK, man

Oh, I didn't know that, thats pretty tight

Yeah, its in stores now, its KK man

I can smell that, that's crazy

Yeah, I know you can smell it, 'cause its that good shit

Ayy, that's wild

It's not for sale off me, but you can go get it from... from the stores, man

Who's like a... do you have a target demographic?

People like you guys

Hahaha, that's crazy

No Time lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Niggas checkin' on, niggas checkin' on

I've been drinkin' a lot of alcohol, right

Niggas drunk, right

(La música de Harry Fraud)

Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played

No time for haters, gotta make that paper

Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played

No time for haters, gotta make that paper

Uh, joint rolled, cup filled

No luck, just skill

Homie I prayed for this, gotta work every day

All work but still make time for a little bit of play

Hit me, say she on the way

Man I'm livin' what these lil' motherfuckers dream

Either you in or you out, ain't no in between

I put my soul on the track, so my son could eat

And we gon' get that money back if I'm on the beat

I'm hella cool but don't relax when it come to cheese

We by the pool but don't get water on my shirt please

My '61 is clean, there ain't a spec on my seats

Stay workin' out but I can't lie my pockets obese

Come pay that toller fee

Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played

No time for haters, gotta make that paper

Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played

No time for haters, gotta make that paper

Cut off vintage tees, Versace bed sheets

I gave her a [?], she said it was a breeze

Know we could make it grow, soon as we plant the seed

We doing the brighter side of things we overachieve

I'm givin' niggas game, givin' the valet keys

You look good but I'm the only one you tryna please

Multiple old schools, some for style, some for speed

I got chicks tryna pay me first time we meet

You stick to the plan, watch our paper increase

I got your body, soul and mind, just to say the least

I got you all up on your grind, tryna save your seat

You 'bout the money all the time, that's the way to be

Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played

No time for haters, gotta make that paper

Play the game the way the game's supposed to be played

No time for haters, gotta make that paper

Pony lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]

If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony

My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it

If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony

My saddle's waitin' (Okay), come and jump on it

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Grippin' on the sheets, you be bitin' on my lip

Then be grittin' on your teeth (On your teeth, on your teeth)

Your turn to a beast, when that dick get in you

You on top, I'm underneath (I'm underneath, I'm underneath)

I ain't even know you was a freak (Freak, freak)

Hit you up the right time of the week (Week, week)

We up in the mornin', we don't sleep (Sleep, sleep)

Make you squirt, make you leak (Make you leak, make you leak)

[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]

If you're horny (Haha), let's do it (Oh), ride it, my pony

My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it

If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony

My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it

[Wiz Khalifa:]

If you're horny, you should ride it

When you see my name pop up in your phone, you get excited (Get excited, get excited)

Girl that pussy is the tightest, when you with me you just gotta give it to me, you can't fight it

Let them niggas finance

Keep fuckin' with me, I'ma give your ass some guidance

This an old car, watch your feet when you slide in

Bitches choosin' me, you right there when they decidin'

They pay up when the night end

[Young Deji:]

If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony

My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it

If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony

My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it

All Week lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

[Young Deji:]

You might not have the sun

But you always gon' have the pimpin'

[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]

Ooh, ooh

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, look (Haha, haha)

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday (Okay), friday, saturday, look

[Wiz Khalifa:]

It's saturday, pulled that thing out the garage

Hold it down, do your thing, you're in charge

Nothing's free, make 'em pay, what's the charge?

See the wheels, see the paint, what it cost?

Can't fuck with a square bitch, she a boss one

See them piercings when she take her top off

Sixty-one rag top, got her ridin' shot gun

Got a couple girlfriends, told her tell 'em to come

If they want to, we could all play

Chill in my hot tub, if you want to, you can stay

Came one time, that's just a taste (Haha, haha)

If you want more, you gotta wait

Prove it to me

You look good by yourself but look better when you're movin' with me

Take them shots 'til the bottle empty (Haha, haha)

Let's this money, girl don't tempt me

[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]

Ooh, ooh

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, look (Haha, haha)

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday (Haha, haha), friday, saturday, look

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I can't show no love, if she don't show up

With a purse full of cheese from a chump

I'm a king, so my feet stay put up

Big kush in my joints (Haha, haha), so she know what's up

Stay on mine, on my game, never fold up

Just broke on a new bitch, she a cold one

Nigga that ain't yours, you get what you saw (Haha, haha)

You ain't a real nigga, you a fuckin' troll

I got a grip on the game, no remote control

No room in my pockets 'cause both of 'em swole

Peel two bitches, both of 'em chose (Haha, haha)

Money make the world go 'round, how it's 'posed to go

Can't turn into your girl, if she supposed to hoe

Bitch knew she's with a boss, soon as she close the door (Haha, haha)

[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]

Ooh, ooh

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday , look (Haha, haha)

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday (Haha, haha), friday, saturday, look

His final game, all he did was score sixty points, on fifty shots

Even if, he was gonna get his points, he was gonna get his shots

That's the most points in NBA history by a player in his final regular season game

Of course Jack Nicholson's there

Kobe also became the oldest player to score 60 in a game by some five years, and left with these words

[Kobe Bryant:]

What can I say? Mamba out

[Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa:]

Ooh, ooh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Haha, haha)

We get high (Haha, haha)

Ooh, ooh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Haha, haha)

We get high (Haha, haha)

We get high (Haha, haha)

We get high (Haha, haha)

No Chaser lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Saxl Rose)

Straight shots, we don't want no chaser (No chaser)

No lame shit (No lame shit), straight player (Straight player)

Pour a drink, put your hands in the air (In the air)

Roll a joint, put your hands in the air (In the air)

You don't gotta call your girls they right here

You've been workin' out, so that thing feel real good

Come put it on me (Okay), it's been a while

Say you miss me

You be ridin' in my ride, old school

You be lookin' at my wrist, so cool

Had to get rid of that nigga, old news

We be smokin' by the ounce, roll two

Got you rollin' out the pound, real stoned

Say I got you glowin' up, real grown

Ain't like bitches say emotions you don't feel those

Been a minute since we spoke but we still close (Still close, still close)

Our empire, we gon' think about that

Come to mine, she gon' break her whole back

Say the go, we attack, she ain't goin' nowhere, she attached

Straight shots, we don't want no chaser (No chaser)

No lame shit (No lame shit), straight player (Straight player)

(Whatever you do for me, it's about what you do for you)

Pour a drink, put your hands in the air (In the air)

Roll a joint, put your hands in the air (In the air)

You don't gotta call your girls they right here

You've been workin' out, so that thing feel real good

Come put it on me (Okay), it's been a while

Say you miss me

I could see it inside your face, you got a lotta taste

The bad bitch like you need her whole body laced up

With diamonds rings and such

Nigga make the wrong move, then he will get touched

Got you leavin' out the crib, lookin' all dressed up

Bring it all back, but you don't stop, you can't get enough

Hundred dollar joints, name on our cup

Royal flush, new owners of the club

Only fifties and hunnids, no we don't do dubs

Not even on our whips

Come out on a Saturday and I can show you scrubs

Takin' shots, when she was supposed to be with cuz

From the gate, I knew just what it was

Straight shots, we don't want no chaser (No chaser)

No lame shit (No lame shit), straight player (Straight player)

Pour drinks, put your hands in the air (In the air)

Pour drinks, put your hands in the air (In the air)

You don't gotta go, girls they right here

You've been workin' out, so that they feel real good

Come put it on me (Okay), it's been a while

Say you miss me

Tap lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Narissa & Chevy Woods)

Do you mind if I play somethin' for you?

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Oh, I'm on top, my block is off

Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it

She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)

We in love, we get to the paper

And if another one choose you don't trip

Thats how I know you a down ass bitch (Okay)

You ain't gotta stop, go hard, don't quit

Chillin' at the crib, when you out, you that bitch

Used to be skinny, now you gettin' thick

Used to want a boyfriend, now you want dick

You a bad lil bitch

Tryna rack up, tryna get rich

Tryna get money for a new Birkin

Tryna secure the trip for your girlfriend

Tryna lock down the D like a permit

Other girls try to hit, you determined

When the bitches come around, you make 'em nervous

Make them other niggas pay for your service

Me?

I'm on top, my block is off

Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it (Uh huh)

She wouldn't know what to do without me (I see who you with)

We in love, we get to the paper (I see who you wanna be with)

And if another one choose you don't trip (Oh)

Thats how I know you a down ass bitch (Uh)

[Chevy Woods:]

I'ma show her what these racks do

Gettin' top in my homeboy's bathroom

She got all that ass on her when she pass through

Good brain, she the smartest in the classroom

She gon' bust it for a nigga, I'ma throw them ones

I'ma need a replay, baby, not just once

Told her, we just getting started, and the nights still young

We gon' need more shots 'til we both get drunk

Look, I'm a fool with it

You paid the doctor for it, what you gon' do with it?

Its brand new to me, I don't care who hit it

No kids, sorry, I can't let loose in it

You be cuffin' on a bitch, I let her choose, nigga

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm on top, my block is off

Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it

She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)

We in love, we get to the paper (Oh)

And if another one choose, you don't trip (Oh)

Thats how I know you a down ass bitch

[Narissa:]

He thought he was rich 'til I made him richer

He thought he was really winnin' 'til he met a winner

My nigga in the summer ain't my nigga in the winter

Spend that cash on a nigga if you really fuckin' with it

Its just me and mine we countin' this money all day

We so in line, don't matter what nobody say

And I'll flip a brick quick instead of talkin' shit

With the shit, slap a bitch if she too up in my mix

On my nigga, all up on his dick, bitch, get a grip

I heard you thirsty for the tea, bitch, I know you wanna sip

Want a sip

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm on top, my block is off (Oh)

Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it

She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)

We in love, we get to the paper

And if another one choose, you don't trip (Oh)

Thats how I know you a down ass bitch

Player Shit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

La música de Harry Fraud

Drinkin' out some [?]

Fuckin' orange juice

It ain't no time for games

She got a whole lotta clothes at my place

Switch up your mind frame

No fallin' off, keep your head in the game

Now you got finer taste

Drinkin' that [?] as we watchin' the waves

We never partin' ways

You with me forever, no this ain't no phase

Hop in my rag top Chevy

Them aces and deuces and tres

Don't hesitate with my paper

She bring it through every occasion

Don't gotta tell the girl shit

Go out and get it, they do it by nature

If she see one outside

Then she gon' bring me a new money maker

Lotta dips

But none like my bottom bitch

Do what she got to just to get it

And she proud of it

It's time to ride she gon' be right there beside me

Lame nigga ain't convinced

Lost his bitch, ain't seen her since

Hangin' out that whip when I come through (I come through, oh, oh)

Ridin' down that strip (Ridin' down the strip, oh, oh)

I pay attention on how to win (On how to win, oh, oh)

Money I gotta get (Money I gotta get, oh, oh)

All my niggas stay one hudnred, they'll never change up (Oh)

Gotta drive (Gotta drive), so I get too lit (Too lit)

Real player shit

[Young Deji:]

Too player, no keys, we gotta push to start

Try stayin' lowkey, but they know who we are

Star, lost connection with the bitch that I met at the bar

Fuck it, miss one next ten choose who gon' set the bar

I can stay anywhere I wanna stay (Ooh woah)

You can say, anything you wanna say (Ooh woah)

Make sure where you at, it's just not in my way (Way)

If you work this hard then you can come and play (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

'Cause I'm focused (Oh, oh, oh)

We noticed (Oh, oh, oh)

We run it (Oh, oh, oh)

See us when we ride through

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Hangin' out that whip when I come through (I come through, oh, oh)

Ridin' down that strip (Ridin' down the strip, oh, oh)

I pay attention on how to win (On how to win, oh, oh)

Money I gotta get (Money I gotta get, oh, oh)

All my niggas stay one hudnred, they'll never change up (Oh)

Gotta drive (Gotta drive), so I get too lit (Too lit)

Real player shit

[Young Deji:]

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

[Wiz Khalifa:]

As if it wasn't already easy enough (Easy enough)

There you have it (There you have it)

Young legend (Young legend)

And still legend (And still legend)

I came a long way from that block with Sledgren

Down the streets with my big brother Chevy Woods

When a lotta niggas wouldn't even come to the hood (Come to the hood)

Stayed solid when others fold (Stayed solid when others fold)

That means we still got the same principles, morals and same code

Even though we all got kids and we a little bit older

I know [?] smilin' like a mug when he look down to see us

Lookin' at how we hustle heavy, and repped our Taylor Gang

'Til we made it out of our circumstances

Now there ain't no lookin' back, not even if we wanted to

Only movin' forward

Constant pressure bein' applied with the understandin' that this a legacy we leavin' behind

Lotta bumps on the road but shit, I ain't perfect

If you love me, you love me for who I am

Not who you want me to be

No one said the journey was gon' be easy

But they did say it'll be worth it

So I'ma enjoy every minute of it

With the people I consider very important, huh

That's VIP, oh yeah

So instead of countin' wins, we countin' blessings

Trustin' in God to show me the correct path instead of stressin'

Fool, only L I'm takin' is a lesson

Big Pimpin'

The Saga Of Wiz Khalifa (2020)

• Y U Mad
• Out In Space
• Still Wiz
• Bammer
• Contact
• Clouds In The Air
• High Today 

Y U Mad lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Mustard, Ty Dolla $ign, Megan Thee Stallion)

[Ty Dolla $ign & YG:]

Huh?

Why y'all gotta be mad at me?

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa:]

Top down (Down)

Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now (Now)

100K for the smile (Ooh, yeah)

Quit the hatin' when we come 'round (Yeah, yeah)

And they hope that we gon' stop

The only way is up where we go

We don't get enough, no, no (No)

Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Oh)

Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad)

Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)

Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Okay)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Know you hate, I should motivate

I got more to make, sorry for the wait, know your place

Say she love the taste, y'all don't wanna race

My new whip straight from outer space

New bitch bad, yours outta shape

I know why they mad, 'cause they down bad

She call you her nigga, but she call me daddy

Wonder why I'm always postin' shit online laughin'

You be posted up on IG sad

Puff, puff, pass, shawty so bad

Had to get her number, she had so much ass

Give good brain, but she don't go to class

Drink it out the bottle, she don't want no glass

My bankroll's bigger than your man's (Yeah, yup)

My watch look sicker than your man's (Yeah, yup)

If I ain't take time just to flex, girl, I wouldn't be the nigga that I am

Haha

[Ty Dolla $ign, Wiz Khalifa & Megan Thee Stallion:]

Top down (Down)

Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now (Now, yeah, yup)

100K for the smile (Ooh, yeah)

Quit the hatin' when we come 'round (Yeah, yeah)

And they hope that we gon' stop

The only way is up where we go

We don't get enough, no, no (No, ooh, yeah)

Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Oh)

Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad, ah)

Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Hey, mad at us)

Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Ayy)

[Megan Thee Stallion:]

I'm poppin' tags, I ain't taggin' hoes, rich, what I'm mad for?

I don't wanna fight, but if you run up, then I'm draggin' hoes

Why you think I want your boo? Who the fuck you talkin' to?

I would never ever fuck a nigga who would fuck with you (Ew)

Bitch, I'm expensive, my hair and nails cost a ticket

You wanna fuck with me, book me, you talkin' shit, but ain't at me (Huh?)

And I ain't droppin' no Addy, you can't know where I live

I got a whole lot of cheese and I don't need rats at the crib (Ah)

I'm a bad bitch (Yeah), and you a mad bitch (Ugh)

Put the baddest bitch next to Megan, I make her average

Bitch, I'm in a drop-top coupe goin' fast in it (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Rich nigga get behind me, I'ma put my back in it (Baow, baow, baow)

I got him real heated (Yeah)

I know he wanna fuck me, but I only let him eat it (Mwah)

And every time he send a long text, I never read it (Huh)

I see how hard she tryin', but your girl could never be me

Ah, mwah

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Top down (Down)

Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now (Now)

100K for the smile (Ooh, yeah)

Quit the hatin' when we come 'round (Yeah, yeah)

And they hope that we gon' stop

The only way is up where we go

We don't get enough, no, no (No, ooh, yeah)

Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Oh)

Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad)

Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)

Why you mad at us, mad at us?

Out In Space lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Quavo)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough

Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up

No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up

Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up

Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up

Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it

My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it

Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it

Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is

Real G's move in silence, my niggas are dangerous

Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane

Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain

Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid

Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game

Got a new car and a bustdown

I was down bad, but I'm up now

And I puff loud when I come 'round

And we just met, she in love now

I'm a straight player, I don't cuff now

I get to the bag, I just run 'round

I'm on KK, I need one pound

When I call a play, it's a touchdown

I'ma beat it down, money, need a pile of it

Blowin' strong and I even fly with it

Team that I'm with, they don't violate it

Got a man, but she couldn't hide in it

Say she can't get enough, late night, I hit her up

Smokin', not drinkin', so I'm 'bout to pick her up

Had me one rolled soon as her nigga left

Like when I choke her, don't let her get her breath

[Wiz Khalifa & Quavo:]

Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough

Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up

No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up

Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up

Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up

Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it

My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it

Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it

Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is

Real G's move in silence, my niggas are dangerous

Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane

Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain

Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid

Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game (Quavo, whoa)

[Quavo:]

Connected, my Cookie, that's what Huncho rollin' up

Walk around Takeoff, do not kick his double cup

Offset so crazy, you might end up poured up (Pour 'em up)

Lookin' for your bitch, she out somewhere cuddled up

Circle is tight, look like a huddle-up

Tryna get right, young nigga double up (Double up)

I paid for the bitch to go get a new tummy tuck

Gang come in first, we don't run with runner-ups

Walk in the club with my motherfuckin' burner tucked (Burner tucked, grraow)

I am your leader, your favorite achiever

I bought the baguettes, the Pave is cheaper

Quavo Huncho, I'm trappin' with Wiz Khalifa

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough

Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up

No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up

Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up

Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up

Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it

My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it

Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it

Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is

Real G's move in silence, my niggas are dangerous

Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane

Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain

Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid

Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game

(Jerm on the boards)

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