Aw Shit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
It's about time right?
Where's the 'dro?
Drama Wiz
Count 'em up bitch
28 Grams
You know I stay high
I pull up in my ride
Shades so dark that you can't see my eyes
Smoking on loud, blowing on clouds
Just did a show but don't know the amount
Taking your bitch if you're leaving her out
You niggas so broke, you so homie the Clown
There she go over there
Other hoes don't compare
Throw them 1's in the air
Throw them 1's in the air
Kk with hash, a nigga with cash
I'm taking the money, smack it on her ass
She give me good brain, she ahead of her class
I came in her first but I'm leavin' her last
Baddest bitch in the club, gon' work somethin'
Bend it over for me baby, gon' twerk somethin'
Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'
Let me spend some ends on it if it's worth somethin'
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
I roll one, I roll two
One for me, one for you
When we high, ain't no tellin' what we do
No where to go, so much to blow
Keepin' it private so nobody know
Doing your thing when you slide down the pole
Give you a drink, you get out of control
On your line cause you're nothin' like the rest of 'em
Oh, you know you're fucking with the best of 'em
Shots of that gin, her and a friend
We leave the club then I'm goin' in
Soon as I'm done, we do it again
Baddest bitch in the club, gon' work somethin'
Bend it over for me baby, gon' twerk somethin'
Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'
Let me spend some ends on it if it's worth somethin'
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it
See, many of ya'll have been ridin' with us
Smokin' with us and gettin' money with us for a while
Welcome back
All hail Trap Wiz
Boy Drama
Pittsburgh, what's up?
Something's life and life is living!
Fucking awesome, yeah!
Hehehe, 28 grams
For ya'll that don't know what 28 grams is
It's an ounce of weed, preferably
Maan lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Is it recording?
Love is life, and life is living
Fuckin' awesome, yeah!
I smoked the whole damn pound
I'm 'a need another one, 'nother one
Eyes closed, I won't come down
Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts
Nigga, I don't just be sharing weed
A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent
Just cause you up in this bitch
Don't mean you gon' hit this shit
You better roll somethin'
Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin'
Tryna O.D. on THC
Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound
Smoke the whole thing up in the week
Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherfucker
Smoke it to the face
Ohh shit, nigga just got some KK and he said he on the way
Big P told me church, get money on 'em every single day
So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place
We mobbin'
Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit!
Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin'
Now, every place that we go, they say we can't smoke
But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'
Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
Nigga keep going, keep the KK blowin
Snakes in the grass keep mowin'
Ass so fat, look swollen
Another city, state gotta show in
Another airport gotta go in
Reason why you hate, I'm knowin
Niggas got too much hoein'
I keep rollin' up
Drivin' a brand new car like that motherfucker stolen
They don't understand what I'm doin'
Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when I'm rollin'
Been through New York and London and Paris and back
South By Southwes only niggas smokin' on pack
Rollin' up bats
Go on, get a bong, get a match
Everybody get along, get attached
Get a song, get a biatch
What he say, every dog need a cat
Potheads need a joint to relax
G pen full of wax
10 Rolled cone joints, really fast
No sticks no seeds in the bag
Got reason to brag
In the front, y'all b's in the back
Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag
Little bitch, we mobbin'
Nigga, we mobbing, we mobbing, shit!
Go, go! Nigga, we mobbing
Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke
But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'
Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
Let'R lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Fresh outta that
Back to the trap
808 Mafia
808
Metro Boomin want some more nigga?
Hey, I fuck her once, forget her
I pull up and upset em
Smoke kush, it make me feel better
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Uh, Whole lotta Kush, whole lotta cars
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta cash
Whole lotta planes, whole lotta spots
Whole lotta rooms, whole lotta pot
And it ain't gonna stop
My niggas got (all in)
My niggas got (all in)
My niggas came (up in here)
My niggas came (up in here)
Your niggas ain't (ballin')
Your niggas ain't (ballin')
That's why your bitch want
(A real nigga to call in)
Hey, I fuck her once, forget her
I pull up and upset em
Smoke kush, it make me feel better
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Ugh, at me like a lighter in the wind
Tryna find out where I'm going
Your girl's figured out what I'm driving
You're out on the town and your nigga don't know
Rollin' up, tryna keep it on the low
You ain't on Instagram taking pictures
Tryna make the best of the moment
Parents don't know and your boss might kill ya
Man these hoes so familiar
One minute on the team, next minute they ain't withcha
Like the ho from the Clippers
Laid up watchin' movies in my Bathing Ape slippers
I got all this
I got a crib with a court in the back, motherfucker I'm ballin'
Kush conin', at the table taking shots and it's gone then
As I called it
(Your bitch want me, whoa
Aw man, shit, aye! 28 grams nigga)
And my sweats cost more than your whole outfit
Shit I got on, it ain't from the store
Let her put it on while she rollin' Raw's
Young Khalifa man, all on the walls
Hey, I fuck her once, forget her
I pull up and upset em
Smoke kush, it make me feel better
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Your bitch choosin', just let her
Hahahahaha
Oh my god
Hahahahaha
James Bong lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
It's very clear
Ribbit
In it
Get it
James Bong I'm on a mission
Bruce Lee the way I kick it
Tiger Woods the way I hit it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Ah, you niggas finished
Damn, look how I whip it, how I whip it
I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up
I'm in the kitchen
I make it flip, I make it flip
Just like a gymnast
I mix it up, I mix it up
Just like a chemist
You niggas know that I'm the realest
I'm with my squad and we the illest
I'm going hard, I'm 'bout my business
That bitch she on it, yeah she gifted
I'm in her mouth like I'm a dentist
I swear to god I be going hard
You would think part of my job is driving foreign cars
I'll be in it till I win it
Y'all could start it, I'mma finish
James Bong I'm on a mission
Bruce Lee the way I kick it
Tiger Woods the way I hit it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Look how I whip it, how I whip it
Ah, you niggas finished
Damn, look how I whip it, how I whip it
What Iss Hittin lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yeah, yeah yeah
Bet the money make her backflip
Throw another band up then another band, she get ratchet
Keep saying that she gotta man
I don't care, I'm a walk up to her like "Yeah"
Oh, what iss hittin, oh what iss hittin for?
Ho, what iss hittin?
Ho, what iss hittin' for?
Ho... what iss hittin' for?
Ho, what iss hittin?
Ho, what iss hittin' for?
Walked up in this bitch like "Woow"
They like "goddamn", "kid stacking up bands"
Cheese like an old man
You rolling round with a broke man
Quit rolling with them broke niggas
Start riding round with a rich nigga
Start riding round with a nigga that's rich
Lifestyle of my niggas that's rich
Got a Rolex on my wrist
I ride for my niggas that's it
Woo... you rolling round round me
I ain't playin', na lil nigga I ain't playin'
I got niggas in my clique
And they down for anythang
They gon' bang, they gon' bang
They gon' let that choppa rang
Fuck what you saying, I ride for my gang
That's all that I am, the world in my hand
Yeah, yeah, damn
Yeah, yeah yeah
Bet the money make her backflip
Throw another band up then another band, she get ratchet
Keep saying that she gotta man
I don't care, I'm a walk up to her like "Yeah"
Oh, what iss hittin, oh what iss hittin for?
Ho, what iss hittin?
Ho, what iss hittin' for?
Ho... what iss hittin' for?
Ho, what iss hittin?
Ho, what iss hittin' for?
Pure lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
You gotta know you break it down and roll one
We like to smoke it for the medication
Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
If you're smoking on it don't forget to pass man
This that Kush we call it California Grass man
If I'm smoking on it, don't got sticks or seeds man
Get so high, I get so high you won't believe man
I be smoking all the time they call me ganja man
And this don't come from the store it's from the weedman
Roll it up don't give a fuck about police man
Burn a pound look like we're gonna need a fireman
Thought I had a problem, went to see the preacher man
Said "Ain't nothing wrong you been smoking gas man"
Even used to get in trouble with the teacher man
He said "Next time you come to school high be the last man"
I be teaching bitches how to clear the bong man
All these plants you would think I was a farmer man
Eyes low, blowing smoke, need a driver man
Even though it's against the rules, let me smoke man
You gotta know you break it down and roll one
We like to smoke it for the medication
Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
Give a fuck 'bout what you heard I'm from the 'Burgh man
I be smoking hella grass like I'm Bob man
I be rolling hella weed up to his songs man
I be chiefing all day like Cheech and Chong man
I be smoking even though you think it's wrong man
I be hoping that my locks is getting long man
Even went really hard with the wax man
Fuck it , every now and then I take a dab man
I ain't there 'less they let Khalifa roll man
If you can't roll a joint then use a cone man
Smoke so much you would think I was an island man
Told them "Don't need to knock it 'til you try it man"
Got so much OG Kush I could pile it man
On the boat I get high like a pilot man
Learn the rules, check the pack, 'fore you buy it man
Roll it up, light it up, that's that fire man
You gotta know you break it down and roll one
We like to smoke it for the medication
Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
Get That Zip Off lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Uh, what is you saying? My money insane
I'm fresh off a plane, I'm rolling a plant
Girl why is you playing? Let's stick to the plan
That weed is so good that it stick to my hand
It come from the land, I know I'm the man
Bought a few packs so they throw a few in
I don't understand, I know what you payin'
I smoke 'til it's gone and grow it again (Huh?)
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
I was smoking trees at the party acting gnarly
I got hundred pounds of weed, talkin' shawty, what ya need?
Kush be so strong, hit it once it's hard to breathe
Have you coughing up a lung, so much smoke you tryna leave
Blowing up a nigga phone, what I tell your ass?
Talking about that pack I ain't tryna sell your ass
(God damn) Rollie on my wrist, doobie in my fist
Sipping on that Cris, definitely going to jail if I take a piss
It ain't nothin' to get that tip off
Arm out the window, it ain't nothin' to get that clip off
It ain't nothing to knock your clique off
Put it in her mouth, I swear she tried to suck my dick off (God Damn)
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
28 grams in a Ziploc
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
Got one rolled up, you should roll one too
Let's get fucked up, girl you know how we do
What time? What place? Drink gin, no chase
First time all out, next time call us
Don't hit the bong, get the smoke is bad
Say you smoking strong, but you wrong, you been smoking trash
It ain't in my lungs if it ain't that pressure
First thing in the morning grab my joint from out the dresser
Keep my OG in a jar 'cause I like it fresh
Said he hit the weed, he ain't ready yet
Steady flexin' on these children like I'm Willie Nelson
No discretion, come to drugs, I got a big selection
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
28 grams in a Ziploc
It ain't nothin' to get that zip off
(Laughing) 28 grams nigga
The fuck you wanna do nigga?
I'm coning the joint while we talk right now nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
A zip at a time bitch, put that lil' ass shit away
Fuck wrong with you niggas man
We do it big over here man, Taylor Gang
I'll be in motherfuckin' Denver on 4/20 nigga
Weed's legal there, so that's sweet
Y'll niggas smoke like two joints a day
And you talkin' bout you gettin' high motherfucker
That's cool, we gon' continue to get dumb high
We ain't abusing it, we using it
Foreign lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
I get it back, that's why I blow it
Her ass fat, that's why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign
Young nigga
Porsche, Maserati, or a (what?)
Damn, brand new Ferrari or a... Lambo
Nigga got bread
Shooters like, "Don't get close to that new Testarossa."
That Mercedes-Benz come with a chauffeur
I be sparkin' in that Aston-Martin
Gettin' head like it's nothin', push the button, park it
I get it back, that's why I blow it
Her ass fat, that's why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign
Young nigga
Whipin', whippin'
I swear to God I be dippin', dippin'
In that new Murciélago, we ride foreign
Nelly Furtado hit the gas
Hear the tires screechin'
This ain't even my weekday car, this for the weekend
I got so many horses
All the hoes say that it's gorgeous
In the air, that's where my doors is
I get it back, that's why I blow it
Her ass fat, that's why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign
Young nigga
Incense lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Ooh, oh, and oh
Purps on the beat
No, no, no, no, no, no
Ooh, no, no
Once we smoke, we gotta use them incense, babe
Do my stroke, for real
I'mma do it slow, like a puff-puff pass
Right
And when we smoke
Oh, we gotta use them incense babe
When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it
So long, we be burning out them candles girl
Oh, no, no, nooo
When I'm out with my niggas, when you're out with your bitches
...You don't text or call!
You the late night type, you would spend a little, too
Ride with me, spend time with me
Unwind with me, so I could read
And be on top of me
In front of me
Having fun with me
Girl, for none of me
And when we smoke, we gotta use some incense, babe
And when I stroke, you gonna remember my name when I'm in it
Go longer than them candles burn
You want it all? You get it all
Where my down-South girls? Where my Eastcoast girls?
Where my Westcoast girls? Where my Chi-town girls?
My Toronto girl
Oh, I know you with it
Out of France, they say that I'm the man
And when we smoke, we gotta use them incense babe
When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it
So long, we be burning out them candles girl
Oh, no, no, nooo
When we smoke, we gotta use them incense, baby
When I stroke, you gone remember my name
I'ma go low, do it til them candles burn
Uhh, ooohh, uhhh
Samo lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Time keep ticking
The ash from my joint keep flicking
Ball hog, go hard for a living
Still cheese eggs in my kitchen
Still even though we gettin' stoned we still stickin' to the mission
Still take a nigga bitch
Still put a nigga on his feet and make him rich if you fuck wit em
Destiny ain't no luck just a couple niggas with felonies that I grew up with
Aw shit's what they sayin'
The shit we smoke cut through everything that the owners spray
The money coming like every day
But never let this shit control me, fuck what the teacher told me!
Of course that weed I keep it on me
I paint pictures, don't forget to bring a brush for all my niggas
And niggas think they ill when they rap but I'm the sickest
Cus where I'm from its about who go the hardest not the quickest
Little nigga, big engine, big units, big business
Been doin' it, been spendin', me and you a big difference, yeah
Still ridin' in my whip with the old suspension
Grindin' hard like I ain't got the rent, I need every cent
Niggas plottin', niggas climbing
Niggas puttin' overtime in
And no matter where they go
They stay the same
No matter where they go
They stay the same
Jim Brown lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Oh!
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga when you see him?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga when a real nigga right and you tryna leave him?
See him around in the club, see him buying out the bar, so the hoes tryna meet him
You can talk and make a nigga pay for it [?] you don't fuck the first night with me either
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
She ain't fuckin' with a real nigga
She ain't never seen a real nigga better tell them lil niggas
Told him to me he a little nigga
He a little nigga, told me to be a real nigga
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you fuckin' with the nigga if he ain't comin' from the right hood?
And why you fuckin' with the nigga if he ain't ballin' like his ass should?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga if you know the nigga money ain't good?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
I ain't fuckin' with the niggas
Nope, I ain't fuckin' with the niggas
I ain't fuckin' with the niggas
King of the dope? No!
Damn
Why you fuckin' with those niggas everyday when they ain't got no shit?
Why you fuckin' with them niggas?
I been 'em all, I can tell them niggas ain't lit long
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
She ain't fuckin' with a real nigga
She ain't never seen a real nigga better tell them lil niggas
Told him to me he a little nigga
He a little nigga, told me to be a real nigga
Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?
Up Down lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Berner)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it
Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it
Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face
Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money
Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies
Rolling up 'cause that's all that I know
Joint in my hand when I walk through the door
I get money 'cause that's all that I know
My niggas on point, haters already know
I, I found out that it's all that I know
Tryna get high while I'm already stoned
Yeah, bomb weed and its all that I know
Feeling like a boss 'cause it's already rolled up
Go hard 'cause that's all that I know
Get a little money then I throw it on the floor
Girl, champagne I'mma pour a little more
We can smoke cones 'til four in the morning
I roll up, I told 'em roll up, if it ain't KK, fuck nigga hold up
A millionaire and it's all that I know
Probably with your girl getting blown
Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it
Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it
Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face
Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money
Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies
[Berner:]
Bring it back, bring it back
Gold ropes and new leather on my coat rack
Four stacks, these dudes hold no pack, throwback
Jerry Rice running gold hat, hold that, I ain't even roll that
Smoke fat on the corner where the blow at
OG from the city, where the SKO at?
Broke boys made they ain't got their ho back
Blow big I'm world-wide touring
I'm in SAC, I just dropped a pack off on foreign
New foreign, new foreign, blue cookies more champagne pouring
Gon' get it, gon' get it girl, got a bitch that will hit the road with it, cold business
Out of town it go up down, we celebrating when it touch down
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it
Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it
Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face
Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money
Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies
I roll 'em thicker than a Snicker
Girl drink this liquor
I got game from the bishop
Bust that thing down for Winston
On The Way lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
We on the way! Just know
We on the way! Just know
We on the way! Just know
When the streets get dry, we on the way
It's on the way, it's on the way, it's on the way
They trying to stay, they trying to stay, they trying to stay
Don't be late (Taylor Gang what's up?)
(Metro boomin want some more nigga) D Kelly!
Cannon, Cannon, Cannon
I smoke by the pound and I roll to the face (Hey!)
I go out of town and take it on a plane (Shit! Oh!)
They know that I got it, it's all that I said
That pack on the way, that pack on the way (Go, go!)
Man, that pack on the way, that pack on the way (Killem, killem, oh!)
That pack on the way, man that pack on the way (Damn!)
They know that I got it, it's all that I said (Go, go!)
That pack on the way, that pack on the way
Said you been smoking a blunt, that was back in the day (Way back!)
I had it, I got it, I roll it then smoke to the face (Yoo!)
I make sure I smoke in the bed cause I smoke every day (Yeah nigga, every day! Ayee!)
I hopped in my ride and I head to another new place (Another one!)
I get on the plane then I'm rocking an animal (Alright get this shit nigga)
Seen the price of my jeans and it ain't understandable (Whoa! Shit)
I rap what you thinking and I'm smoking, I'm drinking
Niggas is sinking, all you little niggas need beatings
So I told 'em, a joint I'ma roll it
Her ass I'ma hold it, and mind I'ma mould it (Mould!)
I came and got chosen, Her man didn't notice
And I be like hold up, don't go no where (Noo!)
Trying to get a photo (Noo!), thats a no-no
I smoke by the pound and I roll to the face (Hey!)
I go out of town and take it on a plane (Shit! Oh!)
They know that I got it, it's all that I said
That pack on the way, that pack on the way (Go, go!)
Man, that pack on the way, that pack on the way (Killem, killem, oh!)
That pack on the way, man that pack on the way (Damn!)
They know that I got it, it's all that I said (Go, go!)
That pack on the way, that pack on the way
Word On The Town lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J, Pimp C)
[Juicy J:]
Yeah, I'm still just hustling, man
I don't know about y'all, it's going down then
You see, I've been doing this shit, so, this shit ain't nothing equal
Let's go
Word on the town, that you niggas snitching
Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches
Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope
Word on the town, that you niggas going broke
Word on the town, that you niggas snitching
Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches
Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope
Word on the town, that you niggas going broke
[Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa:]
Chop up buzz, we kill this shit
No twenty-twos, no Emmitt Smith
Pulled out on you and let it rip
Killed y'all dogs, like Michael Vick
Yellow tape, first forty eight
Don't give a fuck if they catch a case
Done gunplays in broad daylight
No mask on they barren face
Barren face when we get them
Don't become a victim
Shoulda used his intuition
When I caught him slipping
Open banana peel ass, nigga
We got your number
Put them in the trunk
Treat them like some Louie luggage
Just in case a nigga think he finna take mine
Imma give his ass a clip
Tell the pussy nigga, take five
Real street niggas, get it how they live
Cut that gangsta shit out
'Cause that ain't who you is
[Juicy J:]
Word on the town, that you niggas snitching
Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches
Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope
Word on the town, that you niggas going broke
Word on the town, that you niggas snitching
Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches
Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope
Word on the town, that you niggas going broke
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Niggas telling, aw, man, they ain't getting money
How you get caught up for a strap and tell on your homie
Nigga, there's rules to this game and you ain't living by them
Like you don't talk about them drugs, if you really buy them
You don't talk about them goons, if you really got them
And you don't talk about them bodies, if they really dropping
You from where I'm from, you don't do no talking
When the police come, we just change the topic
In my hood niggas really robbing
You get your brains blown off, if you don't use precaution
Take off your head just be like what the cost is
In Pittsburgh it's Taylor Gang and nigga I'm a boss man, uh
[Juicy J:]
Word on the town, that you niggas snitching
Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches
[Pimp C:]
Jackers in Port Arthur talking 'bout taking mines
If you run up on that Bentley, bitch, your life is on the line
Yeah, bitch, I'm on parole, but that thing in my possession
Ain't gon' be no ho and pimping, ain't gon' be no disrespecting
And I don't owe you niggas shit and I don't need no new buddies
I don't wanna fuck your bitch, cause the ho is too slutty
Jaws too nutty, kiss her lips, you eat a dick
I ain't came out here to play, I'm out here representing this shit
I'm not the king of the south, y'all can fight over the title
But I got more hoes calling me, than American Idol
Young Pimp C holding it down, come around with that fuck shit
We'll leave you shaking on the ground
[Juicy J:]
Word on the town, that you niggas snitching
Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches
Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope
Word on the town, that you niggas going broke
Word on the town, that you niggas snitching
Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches
Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope
Word on the town, that you niggas going broke
On A Plane lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
One thing's for sure, two things for certain man
I be on one, Young Khalifa man, burn up
All my nights that I spent on my own tryna find my way
All the chances we take right or wrong' now we counting all day
I done been through the pain – seen it all for the fortune and fame
And did it for a first class flight on a plane
Can you stand the rain?
Can you niggas really stand the pain?
Can you stand to sit for 14 hours on the plane
If you get caught, you'll never smoke again
I'm leaving niggas with no bitches and cruel intentions
Make 'em dig in they pockets, makin' 'em pay attention
I don't gotta talk it cause God I live it
Say the competition, they all gonna be missin'
That's part of the mission, we ball and they missin'
Order all them rooms up, let all of my nigs in
We hop out them bitches, stay on our toes
Money over hoes, man that's just the way it goes
Weed in a bowl, pack shows, me and my bros
Nominated for Grammy's so, you don't hear me though
Say that I changed, I just say that I've been laying low
Try and play your role, that's the way it go
Ya'll already know
All my nights that I spent on my own tryna find my way
All the chances we take right or wrong' now we counting all day
I done been through the pain – seen it all for the fortune and fame
And did it for a first class flight on a plane
Blacc Hollywood on the way
[?] what's up
Banger lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty$)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Nigga all I smoke is papers
All I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin'
I'm a motherfuckin'
All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor
All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger
All I know is smoke when I'm in a ride
All I know is count while I'm getting high
All I know is Flex while I'm in the club
All I know is show them hoes no love
All I know is buy a hundred bottles pour 'em
All I know is old school or foreign
All I know is make sure they know your name
All I know is ride out for your gang
All I know is make them hoes cone joints
All I know is keep your niggas on point
All I know is have my money on time
All I know is grind lil' nigga, grind
That's all I know
All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor
All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Twisting up our fingers, all in your face like what's happenin'
My niggas hop out and get to smashin'
Sock a nigga first then ask him
Where you niggas from? What you niggas bang?
Snatched a nigga chain, he ain't with the Taylors
This nigga jewelry fake, he ain't getting paper
He's a fuck nigga, not a real player
I took his bitch and made her learn how to roll papers
Off Youtube, you should do it too
Type of bitch that like to be around the who's who
Yeah she get around, she like a hula-hoop
[Wiz Khalifa:]
All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor
All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger
Big bag of that, coming back for that
Roll 'em back to back, keep a sack of that
Don't imagine that, that's a matter of fact
Eyes down in the clouds where you find 'em at
In my MCM bag where the magic at?
Come back to my room, jump on the broom
Swear the magic happened, she hit the magic dragon
Her ass started clapping, I was glancing
Smoking kill, that's that extra pack
Tell the DJ to bring it back and tell the weedman to bring a sack
I got a bong and I got a biatch, ass fat, body full of tats
Pick her up, fuck her on the jet, nothing less
All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor
All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger
Comb Over lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
For real man, we need that whip
That's the car I need
Motherfucker hit a plane and the plane blew up
Ugh, yup
Standing in the mirror
My vision of that money getting clearer
Scratch that, it's getting nearer
Some of this actually happened
I was weed nappin'
Wasn't shit
Now they pay us for the raps we kick
My hotel smell like confidence
They hate us but that weed smoke bring on compliments
So roll this paper
Tell the waitress – get my drink from off the coaster
Bring the bitch that love to smoke and get the weight from off my shoulders
Yeah, I be flying everywhere nigga
Sometimes I don't even know where the fuck I'm at
I be waking up, random motherfuckers be knocking on my door and shit
Like "who the fuck is that?"
Nosey ass cleaning lady
You wanna hit this weed?
Stains from your make-up
Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up
Young nigga, but got my cake up
Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane
Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit
Look at my bitch, we the shit
Probably high – what they say when they see us
But they never say that we broke
Kush in every J that we smoke
Putting rings on every finger
Never put 'em out, just let the smoke linger
Champagne for the girls, straight shots for my niggas
Started small but now the money getting bigger
It all get better with time
Rather go hard instead of unwind
And play your part and I'mma play mine
Feel me?
Motherfuckers always speakin' out of turn
They don't know nothin' about this shit
That's why I'm me and you're you
Matter of fact, fuck that
This Taylor Gang
T.G.O.D. nigga
Ain't shit changed gang
What up Ricky P
Richard
Don't smoke that pound without me Richard
Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom
Jim Brown smash baby
Oh shit! We get to see the tits?
Here we go!
Get her Jim! Get her Jim!
Oh shit!
I don't get no sleep
I'm fresh off the plane
I don't get no sleep, God damn
The Last lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Y'll already know what it is
We the last...
At night that's when all the lights shine
Ask the stewardess what's the flight time
Know we grown we all got shit to say
But we drunk so it's the right time
Outer Space they got a high climb
Out of sight, I'm out of my mind
I did everything on my own, so
I could give a fuck how your advice sound
Who you know sick as Ca-P though
Flow tight as the clothes on the niggas who fight crime
It's cool to dream I suppose, you never know how far it might go
You might need some love, it might get shown
You might stumble down the right road
Got problems with the structure? Time to renovate
Boy tighten up your circle, keep your business straight
Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own
Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'
Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own
Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'
We the niggas who could have it all
We the ones who only dream of it then do it on our own
Smoking one and got another roll
Came a long way from no direction now to formation
More legit, more to make, more to spend
Got a thing for champagne? Order it
Waking up in my trap house burning hella spliffs, grinding
Listening to Dolomite rhyming, I'm in
Exclusive bay, break you off something and I've got moves to make
Don't be acting bougie 'cause you came through with Nate
No Reuss, real nigga before Protools
Got game from niggas that's from the old school
But we them new niggas, you should roll through
Woke up in the morning fucked up but that's part of it
I got weed smoke and all this gin, Khalifa always wins
Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own
Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'
Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own
Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'
Handle My Biz lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. JR Donato)
Hey Wiz, they tryna lock a nigga up
How many grams they asked you you had?
What you tell 'em?
28 right?
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Bad bitch come to my crib, handle my business
Let a nigga know shit's real, handle my business
Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business
Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business
Smokin' pounds of kush, handle my business
Ridin' in a brand new car, woosh, handle my business
Handle my business, handle my business, handle my business
Smokin' on the kush, ridin' in a brand new whip
Feelin' like a pimp
Damn my money good
I wish a bitch nigga would, I wish a bitch nigga would
Handle my business, I'mma handle my business
Handle my business, I'mma handle my business
Handle my business, got a handful of Benji's
Hand on the strap, I'mma handle that witness
I'mma handle that car, I'mma handle that bitch
She gonna handle this dick
After that, roll some weed up
Chill with my feet up
Ya'll some hand-me-down niggas
Posted in the car with the top down smokin' on the shit that'll paralyze niggas
Bad bitch come to my crib, handle my business
Let a nigga know shit's real, handle my business
Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business
Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business
Smokin' pounds of kush, handle my business
Ridin' in a brand new car, woosh, handle my business
Handle my business, handle my business, handle my business
[J.R. Donato:]
High as fuck and it's 28 grams later
Keep the Ruger, I'mma shoot it in a damn skater
I'm from the Chi but Atlanta where I'm gonna take her
If I put her on the corner then I'm gonna break her
(Make her handle my business, straight up out the trenches
Young nigga tryna double my digits while I'm kickin' this pimpin')
Two white cups sippin', ride around piped up gettin' it
Chain so bright that it might cause tension
Rock the Benz all Spring, so they know it ain't rented
Feelin' like a Beatle, god damn, John Lennon
Put my finger on the trigger, I be sprayin' for a minute
I tell 'em, wait, wait, let me handle that
Little steak, Little eggs, let me scramble that
Two guns, two clips, finna Rambo that
Tell their hoes I'm bouta fire, where they candles at?
Where they candles at?
Cause I be sippin' on somethin'
Never been a Goofy, shootin' a movie
Table full of shroomies while I'm rollin' the doobie
You starin' at me like you wanna hit it or somethin'
Your bitch lookin' like she want the dinik or somethin'
I prolly give her the somethin' in addition to somethin'
Cookin' like I'm in the kitchen or somethin'
You lookin' broke boy, get you some money
Donato
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Bad bitch come to my crib, handle my business
Let a nigga know shit's real, handle my business
Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business
Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business
Smokin' pounds of kush, handle my business
Ridin' in a brand new car, woosh, handle my business
Handle my business, handle my business, handle my business
My Nigs lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Currensy)
Taylor Gang, Jetlife
[Wiz Khalifa:]
My dawgs scroll up, my dawgs roll up
Your dawgs ain't loyal, your dawgs fall short
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
My dawgs on point, my dawgs don't slip
Your dawgs won't call, your dawgs gon' flip
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
Man them niggas ain't my niggas
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
That's why I roll up all by myself
I don't be rollin with yal
I be always smoking green
I be always lighting up
Niggas reaching out their hands
They don't know me
Them niggas ain't real
Them niggas gon' fall
Them niggas ain't ride
Them niggas don't ball
Them niggas ain't got your back
Them niggas gon' set you up
My niggas they all got heart
Your niggas ain't got enough
My dawgs scroll up, my dawgs roll up
Your dawgs ain't loyal, your dawgs fall short
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
My dawgs on point, my dawgs don't slip
Your dawgs won't call, your dawgs gon' flip
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
[Currensy:]
If you ain't all the way down then get from round
Jogging pants I run the town
My home girl dancing in the ace so she making money now
I like a hustling ass bitch so we fucking now
79 Malibu make it bunny hop
To the dog house that's the money spot
I run up in there get my money
Really living what I'm talking bout
The driveway look like a parking lot
I block my own Bentley and I got to let myself out
Built this empire myself without all the fucking handout
So fuck what a pussy nigga crying bout
Jetlife, Taylor Gang til' he carry me out
[Wiz Khalifa:]
My dawgs scroll up, my dawgs roll up
Your dawgs ain't loyal, your dawgs fall short
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
My dawgs on point, my dawgs don't slip
Your dawgs won't call, your dawgs gon' flip
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
How To Be Real lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curtis Williams)
Shout out to Big U
Real
Real nigga
Yal better chill
Two-9 wassup
8-0-8 Mafia
How to be real [12x]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
How to be real
Some niggas don't but some niggas will
I'm shooting to kill
Jumpin to ride or shooting to kill
I'm taking the shot
I'm drinking that gin or shooting to kill
My bitches so real
My bitches so real
My bitches so real
You killin' my vibe
I'm up in that bitch
I'm getting a thrill
I'm popping that thing
She poppin' that pussy like it is a pill
I come from the burg
Some niggas are fake most niggas are real
Some niggas get killed
I don't drink n' drive she takin' the wheel
Hundred thousand dollars round my neck, yes
Nigga I'm down to ride for my respect, yes
Man, yal just don't understand
Since I was a lil' nigga yea I've been poppin' them rubber bands
God damn
If I didn't have a deal
I'd still have a mil
My niggas thuggin' out in public
Fuck it
I guess nobody told you
How to be real [12x]
[Curtis Williams:]
Yeah uhh, how to be real
Im repping Two-9 I fuck with the game (Two-9)
How to be real
I'm fucking her once I don't know her name
Smoking that loud
I'm breaking it down and rolling it up (cash)
That money gon' come
I'm stacking it up
Can't fuck this shit up (cash)
These niggas is lame
These niggas just talk
These niggas ain't real (fake)
My young nigga with it
And I ain't gonna touch it he gripping that steel
She come to the crib
She have a good time but don't get to stay
That pack on the way
Man that pack on the way, that pack on the way
Young rich niggas we don't fuck with you nigga
I be flexing out in public who the fuck is you nigga
Get a mil my nigga split it with the crew nigga
Take his main bitch from him show him what to do with it, huh
[Wiz Khalifa:]
If I didn't have a deal
I'd still have a mil
My niggas thuggin' out in public
Fuck it
I guess nobody told you
How to be real [12x]
Something Special lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Thundercat)
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you
Met her at a party, I was sippin' gin
She was burnin' on the chronic
Thunder beat the Lakers now there ain't no Super Sonics
Chain hella flossy
Waitin' for you to come over here and put it on me
You down to ride and you like say no more
Try to hide it but I can't no more
And God blessed me with game but I ain't playin' though
Instead of fuckin' with lames
(I just want you)
You ain't ain't said nothing but a word
Twist up the herb
Tell your friends they ain't gotta catch feelings
There's enough room for all ya'll – skinny, fat, tall
Believe me, I done seen it all, done it all
Born to ball, do it big, never small
The weed I'm smokin' on
Come over here, tell your homegirls go ahead
Roll another joint and get straight to the point
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you
Now the hoes done shown up, the money done blown up
But every time you callin' a nigga, I pick the phone up
Don't care about my pockets being swole up
Long as I show love, show up, my top won't go up
Everyday's a new flight, at night's a new hotel
Fuck you on plane, it don't matter girl I won't tell
Both feet in the sand, you know I'm the man
We gone stick to the plan, watch 'em shit on demand
Early morning eatin' breakfast in the hot tub
Pedicure, Manny, full massage with the face scrub
Smokin' OG, fuck the police
Sun glowin' off your skin
Said she never been there before, she tryna do it again
I can't only fuck once, I'm tryna do it again
Hold up, it's meant to be
No luck, here's some weed, roll up
Make sure the neighbors know us
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you
You know what it is!
Hey, hey, hey, shit, damn
Woah
What I'm smokin' is special
That ass is lookin' special
You make everything in the world look special
And you rep that gang baby girl
Sledgro, RMB, Thundercat, what up Drew, Chev what up cuh
OUY lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
O-U-Y, yea, talking to you
Umhm
28 Grams
I ain't tryna hear about all them other niggas
I just woke, I just wanna come over and have
Ugh, heard he ain't a real nigga
Call me I'mma come feel you up
Like a real nigga
Cause when lights go out, we're all alone
I don't see no one
Ride slow
I won't let nobody know
Ohh, who you are
Be who you are
Be who you are
I want you, you
I want you
As bad as you are
Why would you wanna fuck with a nigga like me girl?
Why would you wanna roll weed for a nigga like me girl?
Why would you wanna throw the ass for a nigga like me girl?
Grind on her when you throw that ass for a nigga like me?
You, you, you, you, know what you want
You remember where you came from
Oh yea, you know the business
I swear that pussy is the business
Might give your ass the business
You, you, ugh
We going away
She riding for the kid
Riding for the squad
Riding on this dick
Gone with the wind
Gone with the whip
Gone on the liquor
She going to my crib
Phone blowing up
Kush coned up
Sheets all wet
Hair messed up
Tied around my neck
Face on deck
Just let a nigga know what it is
Still want you
Still want you
Still want you
You! For real
Yea, bitch
28 Grams
We in the trap all day
I'm trappin' like motherfuckin' uh
Young Jeezy, you know, Snowman days
That's me right now, whippin'
OG Bobby Taylor lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
What you smoking, nigga?
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
God damn – what you smoking, nigga?
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
Word – pull up on the corner smoking herb
Nigga, you scared
So high you talking shit, but I don't hear it
Hey, hey, whoa, church
I'm smoking that shit from the Earth
Riding, no shirt, pussy ass nigga do your homework
Word on the streets, Khalifa's a beast
Shit, 'bout to go D-Wade, hit 'em with the heat
Fuck with me, I'm the realest, realest, nigga, I'm the realest
Blowing on killer while I'm listen to Killa
Body full of tattoos like a killer
Word on the streets that I got these niggas upset
All my niggas from the bottom, from the projects
I take a bitch home, give her long dick, that long dick
Yes, hit it then I quit it
And when I'm in it get the pussy so wet think I'm 'bout to go swimming
God damn
What you smoking, nigga?
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
God damn – what you smoking, nigga?
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
Nigga got cash, talking big cash, nigga blow kush, talking big bags
Niggas still hating on a nigga, hit the weed once, do the Wiz laugh
Got faded in a mug, god damn I'm tailored up
Got – papers in my lungs, got it straight from the plug
Got – what you smoking, nigga?
[Chevy Woods:]
This a whole P, it ain't no seeds
But on the real I'mma probably need the whole tree
Can't fuck with you acting like the police
The way your bitch pop the pussy, had to go see
It ain't nothing for your girl like ho, please
Let you down to do a favor like you owe me
Soul Train diamonds dancing in this AP
Taylor Gang, pussy nigga, you don't know me
Droptop with some twins in it
Ha, what you doing, boy, I been did it
Yeah, roll up, let your friends hit it
Ha, around my city, boy, I been did it
Man, I can't even lie, y'all don't get high like that
In the ride like that with a ride like that
Trey pound like that, but it's all in them raps
Stop lying to them people acting like you got the pack right now
[?] it's how you act a real round
Got a ticket on your head, let my homie hit the lotto
Big niggas, I don't fight it, see the boom or a bottle
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Helicopter too now, I'm a subject
Face on the news nigga, for the public
Gotta hide at my cousins in the projects
Smoking weed with the Crips in the complex
Twisting OG's with the Bloods in the comments
'Cause only killer they see is green
And they gon' do anything for the commas
T.G.O.D., now they wanna call the feds
I'm a king smoking all this, all this grass
What you smoking on, nigga? That's a thread full of trash
I was in the 9th grade smoking weed after class
Just a tilt door looking like your car on fire
This the weed mix, you gon' need a few lighters
You ain't never smoke no fucking KK, nigga
And we don't smoke no motherfucking AK, nigga
Word on the street buy a whole one
Get good with the plug, he gon' throw one
Serve your homie who ain't never gon' say shit
Chef it up in the face like a shogun
[Wiz Khalifa:]
What you smoking, nigga?
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
God damn – what you smoking, nigga?
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
Wont Stop lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Tuki Carter)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
In the trap with some killers on the real
Real man, I am man
On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers
On the real, I'mma stack me a million
On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad
On the real, I just won't stop going hard
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, damn
On the real, on it, on it
Kush in my hands, wake up smoking them grams
She say I'm the man, can't keep her face out my pants
Hand full of rings, gold on my sink
Don't even fuck with you, fuck what you think
Covered in ink
Bitches in love with me cause of my money
I know there'd be days like this
But, never knew I would wake up, roll a joint, do my thing, and get paid like this
I walk in the bank, the shark out the tank
I give 'em that thing, he gone aim and don't blink
He aimin', don't blink
I'm doing everything that you can't
Talkin' G's but you ain't 'round none
Get a pound in your city man, it ain't 'bout nothin'
If I gotta send it on a plane, I'mma get it
Give a fuck what a nigga think, boy I'm with it
On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers
On the real, I'mma stack me a million
On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad
On the real, I just won't stop going hard
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, damn
On the real, on it, on it
[Tuki Carter:]
You niggas some haters
You niggas not playas, you niggas is fakers
You niggas is faker than ghosts by [?]
You niggas did salty, high sodium
The fuck is you sayin'?
I'm focused on camera, the fuck is you sayin'?
You suckers is pussy
You focused on fuckin' the plans
Roll through the city, I'm rollin' with your ho
My nigga have no hope
I'm fuckin' your bitch and her pussy is so-so, be rolling up your dough
Your niggas ain't loyal, your whole crew was po-po but one of them rich
The rest of them [?], but most of you flex
A nigga that don't know you, don't know
My niggas got six cals more than your four-four
Pop up your top, one more shot to the top of your block
With that chop, you drop
You be talkin' no mo'
My bitches get bitches that come with more bitches, ya'll niggas ain't got no hoes
We come to your city, we takin' your biddies and leavin' out with bolos
Your niggas is smokin' that 50, ya'll ain't even keepin' that shit hunna
[Wiz Khalifa:]
On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers
On the real, I'mma stack me a million
On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad
On the real, I just won't stop going hard
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, damn
On the real, on it, on it
The Rain lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Nigga like me smoke weed everyday
Nigga like me high all the time
Shut the fuck up man
It's Taylor's! Ugh
One shot, one kill, what the deal?
Learned this from my OG, shit is real
Made niggas, paid niggas, all around
One phone call, brr, it's going down
Clique full of psychos, goon in some tight clothes
Need my paper straight, no typos
Right flows, but really I don't write
I'm in the studio all night
Make sure the shit you call a dream is what I really call my life
From my city, Harlem Nights, you niggas silly – this the 'burg
Not Philly, shout them niggas though that wheelie on them bikes
These niggas fans, they just sittin'
Talk about plans they ain't been in
Even rock brands they don't fit in
Ain't got to go to France, spend 100 bands
Gotta understand, damn!
I can't stand fake niggas
I can't stand fake niggas
I can't stand fake niggas
Walk it how I talk it, if I roll it, I'mma spark it
If she bad, I tell her park it, I'mma hit it like a target
Oh shit! He blowing up your phone again
Must ain't let him know, you ain't coming home again
Leave that man alone, could be doing better
Do it on your own, could be on a jet, flying 'round the globe
Baby we gonna smoke a whole zone
Burning kush till her eyes gone
Cellphone by the remote control
When your girlfriends call, they just get the dial tone
Paper wild long
Try to draw the line between personal and business
But these niggas in their feelings like bitches
Mobbing through these trenches, always on a mission
Rules to the game, starve the competition
Khalifa Kush keep me high, to where I don't wanna speak
Broke and jail – two things I don't wanna be
You talk tough, but your clique is nervous
Wash 'em up, get that quick detergent
Then we done with 'em
There's gotta be somebody to blame
It's a shame, shame, shame
I can't stand fake niggas
I can't stand fake niggas
I can't stand fake niggas
What? What?
I can't stand fake niggas
I can't stand fake niggas
Fake ass, niggas, shit
Dawg, damn, whoa
28 Grams, 28, and a bag in my hand
God, Damn!
Ho
Hahahahaha
Hol up, hol up, hol up
Man when my hair get long you niggas in trouble
Just warning you now
Different So Fast lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Uzi)
Rico, Wizard, Drama
Blacc Hollywood up next
28 Grams
Quality street music
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Wake up in the morning, time to smoke a joint
Talkin', talkin', to me – better get straight to the point
I talk a lot of shit cause no top is on my whip
I'm mobbin' with my chick and we coppin' all the shit
I'm rubbin' with my chick, paparazzi on my dick
Everytime I come around, they wanna take a pic
Got so many cars, I don't know which one to drive
Grab a flight to Vegas and the pilot let me fly
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
[Gab3 of Uzi:]
When I wake up in the morning then I gotta get stoned
And when I'm on the internet all I see is clones
I get cameras on me like my name is Mike Jones
Cameras with me and cameras flying on drones
You know I'm talkin' money if I'm talkin' on the phone
If it's not about the money, will you please leave me alone?
Met this little freak in Hollywood
She's a Twitter freak, all she do is twerk and tweet
Everything changed, everything got strange
I've been making plays so the money's going crazy
I spark another one up when I'm hoppin' out, ballet
Always got my swagger, I'm Uzi McConaughey
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Two cellphones hooked up when I'm tryna make a play
Everything's changing so fast
Fuck niggas hate, real niggas get money all day
Everything got different so fast
See ya'll on the tour, stay under the influence
Taylor!
Get money all day, get money all day, get money all day
Paperbond lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yup, yeah yeah
Oh, hahahaha
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
I got enough weed to last me for the rest of my motherfuckin' life
Ain't gon' ever run out
Uh, get the cork out the bottle
Get that money up and make your style a lil' harder to follow
I've been hustlin' all the time, that's the only thing I know
Now my watch is worth 30 thousand
Got Cuban links and Italian
Boy, I'm gettin' it
Ridin' in my ride, lookin' filthy rich
Killin' these niggas, I ain't innocent, my bad
Ain't paid the cost, see they just watch me, then copy my swag
Say I fell off, that's where you lost me
How's that when my name is in my upholstery?
I'm rollin' up and goin' places across seas
Hopin' the neighbor don't smell the shit I bake
And every day I'm on another plane
I hardly sleep but hey
I wouldn't have it any other way
Now here we are, now there we go
You holdin' on to it, we we smoke it all today
Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane
But I'll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane
But I'll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)
Uh, so much money that when I pull up
Hop out and walk in the bank, teller look at me funny
Know how much I get
Know I'm liable to walk up in this bitch
Like Tony with big blue bags of this shit
And tell 'em "Count it up"
Ridin' 'round in that Cali
Got OG Kush in my body
My nigga, I keep it G and that's Gucci or that Gianni
I'm gettin' dressed for the airport to pose for the paparazzi, huh?
Mo' money, mo' problems, not how I see, huh?
Mo' money, mo' Roberto Cavalli, bruh
Damn, ain't it funny how time pass
Only nigga in first class
Now here we are, now there we go
You rollin' on to where we smoke it all today
Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane
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