[Wiz Khalifa]
And they say they ballin' but I do it how the pros do
Where we goin next? we gon let my hoes choose
No socks and my boat shoes
Guess a nigga eating good like whole foods
Not a couple cameras now they bring the whole crew
Bad bitch ride wit me so she pose too
See me and my guys like a plane flown through
Hella high roll up weed up like I'm supposed too
And now I'm into big things
On the building you need to know the tenant rate
Gettin paid still ridin no shirt
Let a bitch give me brain call it home work
niggas try hatin' on 'em but it don't work
[Chorus]
Alota shit done change
New clothes new car new things
Sayin boy they used to be at the bottom
Came up that's what they say
Used to not be allowed in the building
But now we on the roof top
Used to not be allowed in the building
But now we on the roof top
Slow money just better than gettin' no money
Learn to get good show money, that's yo money
Get comfortable with it, really know money
Rich nigga shit, that really goes for me
Self made nigga, well played
I'm on the plane drinkin' champagne and lemonade
You tryna copy whats done, I'm tryna innovate
And club owners getting tired of tryna ventilate
BIG MISTAKE
I'm too busy finding places and trips to take
The more I smoke the more money my business make
Remember they used to be like "who is this?"
Now, I'm up in this bitch, they light up like independence day
When you around the real, you keep it real everyday
My niggas keep it real, so I hear what they say
Either you getting paid, or you paying to play
Either you on your grind or you stay out the way
[Chorus]
[Curren$y]
Uhh, just made a million, got another million on my schedule
The pick up on my Ferrari, you jets or you jetless
You niggas ain't help us, on second thoughts you did
They hatin was the fuel for this shit so you wrote your own check off a hoe ass
Sweatin bullets at home, wondering if she coming back
? and she she can smell it on ya
That's why you only see her when you buying stuff for her
We was sneaking in then it was general admission
Now we own the arena deciding who allowed in it
Our windows ain't tinted, pimpin, I ain't trippin'
Had showered that shit, I'm just ballin' and chillin
We plooted this out, one night in the city
Now we Los Angeles, medicine cabinet twisting
Our habits are expensive, we gotta have it
Twit-pic'ing when we get it and they mad at us
fuck them niggas
[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa]
Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
When you putting in work, that's how it goes
Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
When you putting in work, that's how it goes
Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
When you putting in work, that's how it goes
Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
When you putting in work, that's how it goes
And if the kids tryna be like me, they probably smoking bout an O.
Oh, ain't my fault though!
Cameras lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Verse 1:]
Um, it’s hardly a secret
You ain't gonna stop tryna get where you going until you reach it
Always had them bars back in the day
When the same ones running up on you wasn’t speaking
Look at all your achievements
You work hard so it’d be kinda hard not to believe that
You party every weekend (weekend)
Fuck em all who act like they ain't see it then
All them nights on the plane
Losses a nigga took, had to charge it to the game (to the game)
Always wanted stardom n the fame
Learn to out smart em
And now it ain't no stopping the champagne from poppin’
The draws from droppin’
Us seeing muscle cars and coppin’ em
Started off just a little less popular
[Chorus:]
Now you got a new place
You drive a new car
You smile for the cameras live life like a superstar
Don’t care what they say
You reach for the stars
Got everything you always dreamed or thought about
And everyone knows who you are
[Verse 2:]
Never gets boring
And haters in your face you just ignore ‘em
Don’t know what they talking shit for
Seems niggas get theirs you just trynna get yours
Therefore, you left all the people you care for
Hopped on a plane and got airborne
Seen the bullshit comin' and fell for it
But it’s all good now
'cause the same ones that talk shit telling everyone you made it
Then you start seein’ hoes you dated
Then thoughts started getting jaded
Now your life’s sort of different ain't it
Feel your scars knowing what your pain is
But whats it all worth if its painless
Say you wanna be famous
[Chorus:]
Now you got a new place
You drive a new car
You smile for the cameras live life like a superstar
Don’t care what they say
You reach for the stars
Got everything you always dreamed or thought about
And everyone knows who you are
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
Who you are
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are
Who you are
[Verse 3:]
Always knew I was this good
But never knew I’d be this good
Them niggas just startin’ I’ve been doing it
Hear em talk but they ain't living my life
In the dark tryna get in my light
But chances I don’t ‘em, dodge twice
Spendin’ grands for hoes, this is the high life
And for the camera’s posing this the high life
Bottles raising for my niggas not here
I pour out a couple sips
Blew em on the beach, I smoke for you on my trips
Them days I was younger I knew this life was the shit
But never like this
It’s so amazing, we ain't gotta duck shots
We just pour and chase ‘em
Ain't worry bout it, cause they gonna hate
Know where I’m going, look where I came from
[Chorus]
Um, it’s hardly a secret
You ain't gonna stop tryna get where you going until you reach it
Always had them bars back in the day
When the same ones running up on you wasn’t speaking
Look at all your achievements
You work hard so it’d be kinda hard not to believe that
You party every weekend (weekend)
Fuck em all who act like they ain't see it then
All them nights on the plane
Losses a nigga took, had to charge it to the game (to the game)
Always wanted stardom n the fame
Learn to out smart em
And now it ain't no stopping the champagne from poppin’
The draws from droppin’
Us seeing muscle cars and coppin’ em
Started off just a little less popular
[Chorus:]
Now you got a new place
You drive a new car
You smile for the cameras live life like a superstar
Don’t care what they say
You reach for the stars
Got everything you always dreamed or thought about
And everyone knows who you are
[Verse 2:]
Never gets boring
And haters in your face you just ignore ‘em
Don’t know what they talking shit for
Seems niggas get theirs you just trynna get yours
Therefore, you left all the people you care for
Hopped on a plane and got airborne
Seen the bullshit comin' and fell for it
But it’s all good now
'cause the same ones that talk shit telling everyone you made it
Then you start seein’ hoes you dated
Then thoughts started getting jaded
Now your life’s sort of different ain't it
Feel your scars knowing what your pain is
But whats it all worth if its painless
Say you wanna be famous
[Chorus:]
Now you got a new place
You drive a new car
You smile for the cameras live life like a superstar
Don’t care what they say
You reach for the stars
Got everything you always dreamed or thought about
And everyone knows who you are
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
Who you are
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are
Who you are
[Verse 3:]
Always knew I was this good
But never knew I’d be this good
Them niggas just startin’ I’ve been doing it
Hear em talk but they ain't living my life
In the dark tryna get in my light
But chances I don’t ‘em, dodge twice
Spendin’ grands for hoes, this is the high life
And for the camera’s posing this the high life
Bottles raising for my niggas not here
I pour out a couple sips
Blew em on the beach, I smoke for you on my trips
Them days I was younger I knew this life was the shit
But never like this
It’s so amazing, we ain't gotta duck shots
We just pour and chase ‘em
Ain't worry bout it, cause they gonna hate
Know where I’m going, look where I came from
[Chorus]
Phone Numbers lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Trae Tha Truth and Big Sean)
[Verse 1:]
I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl
You think she my newest bitch, she my old girl
Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his
Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is
Boss shit, look that up nigga, I handle biz
On fire, like a candle is
Niggas be dressing off the manikin
Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them camera's is
Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish friends
Coulda been the President, rather be the man instead
[Hook:]
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' like phone numbers
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' like phone numbers
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millions
Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)
Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million, whaaaaaat)
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I'm in the hood [?] on this something corner surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm polar surfing
Blowing faces, I'm shittin' on them diamond infested
Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my time is invested
I'm still the king and I'm thugged out
Any block any club I flood it out
I ain't the one for competition I'm a blow it out
I'm going hard I don't ever plan on going out
I'm getting money, probably something you don't know about
I stunt hard, you would swear that I was showin' out
Don't tell me get 'em, I got em and I'm a throw 'em out
And back door on these hoes that I was warning out
While I'm in this machine, convert the top
Tell them that the sky is the limit
With a four of freaks, she got her face in my lap so deep you would think
That she was hiding in it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta
Real shit boi, these niggas imposters
They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh my God sir, what?
I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeh
Countin' 7 digits, no wonder why the money calling
Got ya bitch panties Niagra fallin'
Dollars cum like I fuck in the bank
I told them I could, they tell me I can't
They want me to trip when I'm dicking the paint
I'm poppin' champagne and puffin' on dank
Shining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see me
My dick hard, your bitch is easy
(Boi, boi, boi)
[Hook]
I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl
You think she my newest bitch, she my old girl
Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his
Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is
Boss shit, look that up nigga, I handle biz
On fire, like a candle is
Niggas be dressing off the manikin
Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them camera's is
Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish friends
Coulda been the President, rather be the man instead
[Hook:]
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' like phone numbers
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' like phone numbers
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millions
Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)
Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million, whaaaaaat)
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I'm in the hood [?] on this something corner surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm polar surfing
Blowing faces, I'm shittin' on them diamond infested
Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my time is invested
I'm still the king and I'm thugged out
Any block any club I flood it out
I ain't the one for competition I'm a blow it out
I'm going hard I don't ever plan on going out
I'm getting money, probably something you don't know about
I stunt hard, you would swear that I was showin' out
Don't tell me get 'em, I got em and I'm a throw 'em out
And back door on these hoes that I was warning out
While I'm in this machine, convert the top
Tell them that the sky is the limit
With a four of freaks, she got her face in my lap so deep you would think
That she was hiding in it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta
Real shit boi, these niggas imposters
They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh my God sir, what?
I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeh
Countin' 7 digits, no wonder why the money calling
Got ya bitch panties Niagra fallin'
Dollars cum like I fuck in the bank
I told them I could, they tell me I can't
They want me to trip when I'm dicking the paint
I'm poppin' champagne and puffin' on dank
Shining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see me
My dick hard, your bitch is easy
(Boi, boi, boi)
[Hook]
Cabin Fever lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yeah
Yeaah
Hahahahaha
You niggas know its the gang or kill yourself right?
Yeaah
Yup
Red hat black chucks black 501's on
That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone
Yea I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch
Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch
I'm flyin in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life
Breaking down the weed I'm bout to make a plane
A hundred niggas with me all reppin taylor gang
Yeaaahahhhh bitch
Okaaayyyy
Yeaah
Yup
Lot of niggas fake but me I'm these hoes fate
Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste
Out of this world need my own space
Back seat and I'm a ride until the chrome break
Big heat will turn your body to a cold case
She don't even make it rain she just throw me face
Got some niggas quick to bang like they major pain
Told her mom I rep the gang she just say the same
Yeaaaaahhhhh bitch
[Chorus]
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
Yeeeaaahh yupp
You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken
My bitch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican
I don't talk much too many niggas hatin
Bout a booty that's my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames
Took her car keys and let her played the way
Yeaaah..bitch
[Chorus]
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
Yeeeaaahh yupp
Uh
Yeaah
Hahahahaha
You niggas know its the gang or kill yourself right?
Yeaah
Yup
Red hat black chucks black 501's on
That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone
Yea I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch
Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch
I'm flyin in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life
Breaking down the weed I'm bout to make a plane
A hundred niggas with me all reppin taylor gang
Yeaaahahhhh bitch
Okaaayyyy
Yeaah
Yup
Lot of niggas fake but me I'm these hoes fate
Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste
Out of this world need my own space
Back seat and I'm a ride until the chrome break
Big heat will turn your body to a cold case
She don't even make it rain she just throw me face
Got some niggas quick to bang like they major pain
Told her mom I rep the gang she just say the same
Yeaaaaahhhhh bitch
[Chorus]
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
Yeeeaaahh yupp
You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken
My bitch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican
I don't talk much too many niggas hatin
Bout a booty that's my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames
Took her car keys and let her played the way
Yeaaah..bitch
[Chorus]
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
Yeeeaaahh yupp
Uh
GangBang lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Big Sean)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Money, money, money
It's young Khalifa man
And I got money, hoes, money and hoes
I got money, hoes, money and hoes
Big money talking to you
Motherfucker that's cause big money bought it to you
I'll be stunting while them little niggas sayin' nothing
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
High ceilings, high hoes, high prices for my clothes and I don't even pay for it
Barely know who made this shit
Need a bitch, take a bitch, straight back to that big crib
Let you roll some rapper weed, put you on some new shit
Hit this weed, I show you how I do this
My excuse is I'm in Cali so my smoke's highly exclusive
And my bitch bad, my money's through the roof
Your money short you looking mad
You Danny Bonaduce bitch
I'm jumpin' in my coupe
I'm rollin' something that taste like fruit
And I hear them niggas talkin' shit but there's nothing much that they can do
When I got a bitch in your city, you should try when you see her
Never trippin' on no hoes, nigga what you thought we gettin' money over here
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game
I do it big my niggas do the same thing
I'm throwin' signs, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm on the team, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing
I'm smokin' weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I'm throwin signs it's looking like I gang bang
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I tell a bitch bow down to a motherfucking G hoe
I work hard, I drink slow
But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey cause I'm a cheapo
Sippin' on Pinot Grigio, really hoe, got everything like I got me a genie hoe, yeah
My car look like a building, diamonds dancing on top of my wrist
Bitch I'm ten feet tall when I'm standing on top of my dick
You a sucker hoe, sucker hoe
I'm success, I feel like a million dollars, bitch I'm up next
Money in my hand, I don't need no hand out
And they all got their hands up cause they fuck with me hands down
And the car I push got more tent than a camp round
And my picture always on your bitch background
Like Prada, it's just me and Cyhi
Young enough to be your son, but she call me big papa
She gave me her oh nana, now disappear like tada
She smoking on that Tada, now who the fuck gonna stop her
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game
I do it big my niggas do the same thing
I'm throwin' signs, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm on the team, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing
I'm smokin' weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I'm throwin signs it's looking like I gang bang
Money, money, money
It's young Khalifa man
And I got money, hoes, money and hoes
I got money, hoes, money and hoes
Big money talking to you
Motherfucker that's cause big money bought it to you
I'll be stunting while them little niggas sayin' nothing
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
High ceilings, high hoes, high prices for my clothes and I don't even pay for it
Barely know who made this shit
Need a bitch, take a bitch, straight back to that big crib
Let you roll some rapper weed, put you on some new shit
Hit this weed, I show you how I do this
My excuse is I'm in Cali so my smoke's highly exclusive
And my bitch bad, my money's through the roof
Your money short you looking mad
You Danny Bonaduce bitch
I'm jumpin' in my coupe
I'm rollin' something that taste like fruit
And I hear them niggas talkin' shit but there's nothing much that they can do
When I got a bitch in your city, you should try when you see her
Never trippin' on no hoes, nigga what you thought we gettin' money over here
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game
I do it big my niggas do the same thing
I'm throwin' signs, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm on the team, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing
I'm smokin' weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I'm throwin signs it's looking like I gang bang
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I tell a bitch bow down to a motherfucking G hoe
I work hard, I drink slow
But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey cause I'm a cheapo
Sippin' on Pinot Grigio, really hoe, got everything like I got me a genie hoe, yeah
My car look like a building, diamonds dancing on top of my wrist
Bitch I'm ten feet tall when I'm standing on top of my dick
You a sucker hoe, sucker hoe
I'm success, I feel like a million dollars, bitch I'm up next
Money in my hand, I don't need no hand out
And they all got their hands up cause they fuck with me hands down
And the car I push got more tent than a camp round
And my picture always on your bitch background
Like Prada, it's just me and Cyhi
Young enough to be your son, but she call me big papa
She gave me her oh nana, now disappear like tada
She smoking on that Tada, now who the fuck gonna stop her
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game
I do it big my niggas do the same thing
I'm throwin' signs, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm on the team, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing
I'm smokin' weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I'm throwin signs it's looking like I gang bang
Errday lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)]
Foreign cars, that's errday
A million off a tour, that's errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin' this money livin' large in every way
(Smokin' dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
(Smokin dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Rappin' ass nigga
There go Wiz he a rappin' ass nigga
I'm in a Benz gettin' brain from a centerpiece
Before you can mention my name I need 10 at least
I know they hate 'cause of the paper that a nigga see
Light a J and say a prayer for my enemies
Yeaa, made men, bunch of made ass niggas
When you paid then you with some paid ass niggas
I heard that money grow on trees so I grew one
Left my old bitch at home, got a new one
Said that I quit drinking but I'm back at it
I said that I quit drinking but I'm back at it
Yo bitch leaving with us nigga that's tragic
The roof go in the trunk that's magic
She rollin' weed and she don't even smoke
Come to your job and make it flood you goin' need a boat
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)]
Foreign cars, that's errday
A million off a tour, that's errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin' this money livin' large in every way
(Smokin' dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
(Smokin dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I'm 20 years in and I still win
Hangin' with the Taylors drinkin' Gin and I'm dancin'
Sunday I will ride the Bugatti, Monday I ride Benz
Any chick and all of her friends you know I'm tossin'
Big money spend, lil' money fold
You got 1 grill, Juicy got 4
Only club that I like gotta have poles
Only fuck with model chicks but I play with hoes
My mansion sittin' on 40 acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
An Aston Mar' through the hood I don't need no waiver
'Cause if you niggas get wrong, I'm a see you later
Blaooow, blaoow, bloaw
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)]
Foreign cars, that's errday
A million off a tour, that's errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin' this money livin' large in every way
(Smokin' dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
(Smokin dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
Foreign cars, that's errday
A million off a tour, that's errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin' this money livin' large in every way
(Smokin' dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
(Smokin dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Rappin' ass nigga
There go Wiz he a rappin' ass nigga
I'm in a Benz gettin' brain from a centerpiece
Before you can mention my name I need 10 at least
I know they hate 'cause of the paper that a nigga see
Light a J and say a prayer for my enemies
Yeaa, made men, bunch of made ass niggas
When you paid then you with some paid ass niggas
I heard that money grow on trees so I grew one
Left my old bitch at home, got a new one
Said that I quit drinking but I'm back at it
I said that I quit drinking but I'm back at it
Yo bitch leaving with us nigga that's tragic
The roof go in the trunk that's magic
She rollin' weed and she don't even smoke
Come to your job and make it flood you goin' need a boat
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)]
Foreign cars, that's errday
A million off a tour, that's errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin' this money livin' large in every way
(Smokin' dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
(Smokin dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I'm 20 years in and I still win
Hangin' with the Taylors drinkin' Gin and I'm dancin'
Sunday I will ride the Bugatti, Monday I ride Benz
Any chick and all of her friends you know I'm tossin'
Big money spend, lil' money fold
You got 1 grill, Juicy got 4
Only club that I like gotta have poles
Only fuck with model chicks but I play with hoes
My mansion sittin' on 40 acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
An Aston Mar' through the hood I don't need no waiver
'Cause if you niggas get wrong, I'm a see you later
Blaooow, blaoow, bloaw
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)]
Foreign cars, that's errday
A million off a tour, that's errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin' this money livin' large in every way
(Smokin' dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
(Smokin dope) that's errday
(Run through yo doors) that's errday
(Pullin' hoes) that's errday
(Get money mo') that's errday
Taylor Gang lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair
I’m the coach I can show you how to be a player
5 faces, the fitted bitches love my hair
Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
The let me in the club, fuck a dress code
Me and all my niggas rollin up the best smoke
OG kush from the westcoast
Oh you down to fuck? Well shorty lets go
Diamonds in my chain niggas tryna steal my lane
Tryna get my brain bitch, I’m reppin’ taylor gang
Smoke till I’m insane, drinkin’ til I’m throwin’ up
Only papers if you Taylor’d nigga throw it up
High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed than you know its us
That yellow car pulling up, them niggas aint hot so they close to us
Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up
[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
Bought a crib like Scarface’s
This is my world
All my niggas down to bang but we can try worse
Smoking ounces to the head til my lam twirls
I’m the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl
Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us
Plus them niggas suckas I got that in living color
All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors
All I do is fuck ‘em once, and I dont call or give ‘em numbers
Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress,
Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex,
Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin’ ya fingers?
Real recognise real and my nig you a stranger
Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers
Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors
[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater
[Chevy Woods]
You see me out I rep my gang,
Used serve that John McCain, that John McCain
Hold up they dont know my name?
Chevy who? Chevy who?
Look at all that shit them dollars do,
Gettin’ all this money wit you know who
It’s Taylor Gang over you
We poppin bottles gang signs
All my niggas gang signs
Rollin up gang signs
Niggas trippin, bang time
Hold up, what they say bout us?
Same niggas gotta get the OK bout stuff
They aint in the same league
They don’t play like us
No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up
Bang on them hoes, we does that
Socket work, I just had a plug for that
Get your taylor on,
Hold for whatever you rep,
Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set
Got these niggas trippin’, and these bitches too
They just haters though, no matter what we do
What up cuh, on the left side
Its Taylor gang, and thats or die,
CHEVY!
[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair
I’m the coach I can show you how to be a player
5 faces, the fitted bitches love my hair
Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
The let me in the club, fuck a dress code
Me and all my niggas rollin up the best smoke
OG kush from the westcoast
Oh you down to fuck? Well shorty lets go
Diamonds in my chain niggas tryna steal my lane
Tryna get my brain bitch, I’m reppin’ taylor gang
Smoke till I’m insane, drinkin’ til I’m throwin’ up
Only papers if you Taylor’d nigga throw it up
High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed than you know its us
That yellow car pulling up, them niggas aint hot so they close to us
Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up
[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
Bought a crib like Scarface’s
This is my world
All my niggas down to bang but we can try worse
Smoking ounces to the head til my lam twirls
I’m the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl
Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us
Plus them niggas suckas I got that in living color
All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors
All I do is fuck ‘em once, and I dont call or give ‘em numbers
Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress,
Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex,
Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin’ ya fingers?
Real recognise real and my nig you a stranger
Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers
Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors
[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater
[Chevy Woods]
You see me out I rep my gang,
Used serve that John McCain, that John McCain
Hold up they dont know my name?
Chevy who? Chevy who?
Look at all that shit them dollars do,
Gettin’ all this money wit you know who
It’s Taylor Gang over you
We poppin bottles gang signs
All my niggas gang signs
Rollin up gang signs
Niggas trippin, bang time
Hold up, what they say bout us?
Same niggas gotta get the OK bout stuff
They aint in the same league
They don’t play like us
No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up
Bang on them hoes, we does that
Socket work, I just had a plug for that
Get your taylor on,
Hold for whatever you rep,
Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set
Got these niggas trippin’, and these bitches too
They just haters though, no matter what we do
What up cuh, on the left side
Its Taylor gang, and thats or die,
CHEVY!
[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater
Hustlin' lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
If I said it I meant it nigga...
We all in
Hahaha everything's taylord
And fuck it we ain't got to go to the store no more,
Got my own papers baby girl, feelin get my own weed too,
Get you a pound let you roll that shit,
Uh, I'm rollin up the windows while I'm smokin weed,
Drivin through my town like I don't know the speed,
Countin so much paper I can't fold it up,
Bad bitch, she suck me while I'm rollin up,
Ya bitch, you probably see me everywhere,
Money long now my house got tv's everywhere,
Literally everywhere you turn you see a flat screen,
New bitch, look nothing like my last fling,
Ridin in the maserati nigga no shirt,
Niggas probably hatin' on me but it wont work,
Camo shorts on like a general,
Mind on a mill, blowin on medicinal,
I'm just a young nigga hustlinnnnnnn, yeahhh
Hustlinnnnn, yeahhhhhhh
[repeat 2x]
Been through every nigga town never had a problem,
Young millionaire, never had a job though,
Throw that money up and watch her hit the ground,
As long as your money up she said its goin down,
Brought her home girl, said that she don't do friends,
Kick the bitch out and make her find new friends,
Should I get hella high or buy some new rims,
745 for a new benz,
I take everyday and live like its the weekend,
Doin it all if you ain't ballin take a seat then,
If I said it I meant, throw a stack at that bitch ass,
Let her pay her rent with it,
I'm just a young nigga hustlinnnn, yeahhhh
Hustlinnn, yeahhhh
[repeat 2x]
We all in
Hahaha everything's taylord
And fuck it we ain't got to go to the store no more,
Got my own papers baby girl, feelin get my own weed too,
Get you a pound let you roll that shit,
Uh, I'm rollin up the windows while I'm smokin weed,
Drivin through my town like I don't know the speed,
Countin so much paper I can't fold it up,
Bad bitch, she suck me while I'm rollin up,
Ya bitch, you probably see me everywhere,
Money long now my house got tv's everywhere,
Literally everywhere you turn you see a flat screen,
New bitch, look nothing like my last fling,
Ridin in the maserati nigga no shirt,
Niggas probably hatin' on me but it wont work,
Camo shorts on like a general,
Mind on a mill, blowin on medicinal,
I'm just a young nigga hustlinnnnnnn, yeahhh
Hustlinnnnn, yeahhhhhhh
[repeat 2x]
Been through every nigga town never had a problem,
Young millionaire, never had a job though,
Throw that money up and watch her hit the ground,
As long as your money up she said its goin down,
Brought her home girl, said that she don't do friends,
Kick the bitch out and make her find new friends,
Should I get hella high or buy some new rims,
745 for a new benz,
I take everyday and live like its the weekend,
Doin it all if you ain't ballin take a seat then,
If I said it I meant, throw a stack at that bitch ass,
Let her pay her rent with it,
I'm just a young nigga hustlinnnn, yeahhhh
Hustlinnn, yeahhhh
[repeat 2x]
Middle Of You lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)
[Chorus]
There's nothing like my insulated walls around you
It’s so wrong?
Don’t you want to celebrate it
You can find me, somewhere in the middle of you
Somewhere in the middle of you
When I’m looking for the truth
I find it in the middle of you
[Wiz Khalifa]
You know I keep that weed lit
Met her once, you let me hit
You asking for the remix, calling me cause this ain't what you want
She say, she need this, G-shit
Rolling Papers, told the neighbours
I be tryna keep you quiet, once we grown we sure to wake ‘em
Roll this weed, before you leave, be sure to bake one
Got a man, but when he gone the boy replace him
Smokin’ OG kush, that's Californication
On the phone you fusssin’, while we fornicating
[Chorus]
Well, I’ma let you roll one
Let you light it nice
Car, let you drive it
Let you have the time of your life
Go on get excited
Got all your friends invited
My jewelry the brightest
Loud weed, I’m smoking Leonidas
On my team, only cause we the tightest
Shopping spree’s, shit I should be your stylist
Them niggas try to be with you
When you with me I pound it
Get you so high you gon’ need a pilot
[Chorus]
You roll one, I roll one too
You find me
Me in the middle of you
You roll one, I’ll roll one too
No where I’d rather be
Then the middle of you
[Chevy Woods]
Bottle after bottle,
Got you ready for the World to see it
All 3am in the morning, I’m the one you call
Got the car keys, pedal to the floor, I’m on the way flow
I ain't on no kid shit but I stay with some play dough
Keep it Taylored, everyday she noticed that
Roll it up, light with my homies, sit and hold it in
That's the fact you chillin’ too much
You need excitement
Now you sky high on some first flight shit
[Chorus]
There's nothing like my insulated walls around you
It’s so wrong?
Don’t you want to celebrate it
You can find me, somewhere in the middle of you
Somewhere in the middle of you
When I’m looking for the truth
I find it in the middle of you
There's nothing like my insulated walls around you
It’s so wrong?
Don’t you want to celebrate it
You can find me, somewhere in the middle of you
Somewhere in the middle of you
When I’m looking for the truth
I find it in the middle of you
[Wiz Khalifa]
You know I keep that weed lit
Met her once, you let me hit
You asking for the remix, calling me cause this ain't what you want
She say, she need this, G-shit
Rolling Papers, told the neighbours
I be tryna keep you quiet, once we grown we sure to wake ‘em
Roll this weed, before you leave, be sure to bake one
Got a man, but when he gone the boy replace him
Smokin’ OG kush, that's Californication
On the phone you fusssin’, while we fornicating
[Chorus]
Well, I’ma let you roll one
Let you light it nice
Car, let you drive it
Let you have the time of your life
Go on get excited
Got all your friends invited
My jewelry the brightest
Loud weed, I’m smoking Leonidas
On my team, only cause we the tightest
Shopping spree’s, shit I should be your stylist
Them niggas try to be with you
When you with me I pound it
Get you so high you gon’ need a pilot
[Chorus]
You roll one, I roll one too
You find me
Me in the middle of you
You roll one, I’ll roll one too
No where I’d rather be
Then the middle of you
[Chevy Woods]
Bottle after bottle,
Got you ready for the World to see it
All 3am in the morning, I’m the one you call
Got the car keys, pedal to the floor, I’m on the way flow
I ain't on no kid shit but I stay with some play dough
Keep it Taylored, everyday she noticed that
Roll it up, light with my homies, sit and hold it in
That's the fact you chillin’ too much
You need excitement
Now you sky high on some first flight shit
[Chorus]
There's nothing like my insulated walls around you
It’s so wrong?
Don’t you want to celebrate it
You can find me, somewhere in the middle of you
Somewhere in the middle of you
When I’m looking for the truth
I find it in the middle of you
WTF lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
If I brought it out the crib that mean I'm spending errything
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye ain't tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
You know me no I don't my nig a be about it
Can't even count it, Need an accountant
I'm rich so now my bitch is bad I need a stallion
Ain't trickin I just treat her like she need allowance
Smoke the whole pound "Man we gone need an Island"
Keep my toys in the garage so bitches think I'm childish
Oh I got money you could keep your talent
Ye ain't even getting money you just be around it
Engine screaming when I run it,
Wakin neighbors when I'm coming
Here em talking but they don't want it them nigguhs frontin
Smokin loud they shit you smoke ain't sayin nothing
Them nigguh talking shit but they ain't sayin nothing
If I brought it out the crib that mean I'm spending errything
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye ain't tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Diamonds all up in my chain it's like an ambulance
Nigguh tryna race my car, man he don't stand a chance
Everything is all on us that mean you gotta know
Bitch if ye ain't tryna fuck that mean you gotta go
Drinkin liquor smoking weed and ballin everday
Mean money fuckin hoes I'm repping Taylor Gang
That nigguh, they tellin me that I'm that nigguh
Like the rooms full of white folks, I'm that nigguh
If ye ain't talkin money I can't even rap which ya
Major cake but nigguhs hate because my stacks bigger
Raw papers, law ones
Fuckin with them Taylors boy you got the wrong one
If I brought it out the crib that mean I'm spending errything
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye ain't tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye ain't tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
You know me no I don't my nig a be about it
Can't even count it, Need an accountant
I'm rich so now my bitch is bad I need a stallion
Ain't trickin I just treat her like she need allowance
Smoke the whole pound "Man we gone need an Island"
Keep my toys in the garage so bitches think I'm childish
Oh I got money you could keep your talent
Ye ain't even getting money you just be around it
Engine screaming when I run it,
Wakin neighbors when I'm coming
Here em talking but they don't want it them nigguhs frontin
Smokin loud they shit you smoke ain't sayin nothing
Them nigguh talking shit but they ain't sayin nothing
If I brought it out the crib that mean I'm spending errything
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye ain't tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Diamonds all up in my chain it's like an ambulance
Nigguh tryna race my car, man he don't stand a chance
Everything is all on us that mean you gotta know
Bitch if ye ain't tryna fuck that mean you gotta go
Drinkin liquor smoking weed and ballin everday
Mean money fuckin hoes I'm repping Taylor Gang
That nigguh, they tellin me that I'm that nigguh
Like the rooms full of white folks, I'm that nigguh
If ye ain't talkin money I can't even rap which ya
Major cake but nigguhs hate because my stacks bigger
Raw papers, law ones
Fuckin with them Taylors boy you got the wrong one
If I brought it out the crib that mean I'm spending errything
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye ain't spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye ain't tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Homicide lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus:]
I bought a whole O to smoke
I'm riding high
My niggas with me, they down to ride
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Got niggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
Money from the flo' way up to the sky
Now they wanna know and they wonder why
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
And I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Niggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
But I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em
[Wiz Khalifa:]
First 48, first 48
Took out 50 racks and blew the first 48
I ain't worried about spending bread cause I got more to make
Soon as they see that Maserati they gone surely hate
Hundred for a show, can you afford a date
And that's just one show, imagine what my tour gon make
Police ran up on my tour bus
But hey my niggas more money more problems
More lawyers on the case
Niggas at the Grammy's
I was at the crib working
Heard they little dis but I'm just being the big person
Never been trained, still my aim near perfect
Everything I spits murder, bow
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
[Chevy Woods:]
With black on black cars coming through
Presidential shit, tints on the whip
So dark can't see who riding in that bitch
Suits and tie's no questions why
Somebody get a box ready for these guys
No four door, had the coupe that ride
That eagle right here if you wanna feel fly
No games though, no names spoke
This crack right here, cocaine flow
I don't know what you doing but I'm paid bro
Yeah I pitch that 9 like pedro
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Stuck in the car with my nigga I'm ready to ride
We on our way to the top, watch that paper rise
[Chevy Woods:]
Keep telling everybody what you gonna do
Middle finger like fuck what you going through
All I know is that money that I'm going to
And them gang gang boys wanna bore you
Like wassup cause I told you
Just money in the pocket, fold you
T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G Gang
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
I bought a whole O to smoke
I'm riding high
My niggas with me, they down to ride
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Got niggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
Money from the flo' way up to the sky
Now they wanna know and they wonder why
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
And I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Niggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
But I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em
[Wiz Khalifa:]
First 48, first 48
Took out 50 racks and blew the first 48
I ain't worried about spending bread cause I got more to make
Soon as they see that Maserati they gone surely hate
Hundred for a show, can you afford a date
And that's just one show, imagine what my tour gon make
Police ran up on my tour bus
But hey my niggas more money more problems
More lawyers on the case
Niggas at the Grammy's
I was at the crib working
Heard they little dis but I'm just being the big person
Never been trained, still my aim near perfect
Everything I spits murder, bow
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
[Chevy Woods:]
With black on black cars coming through
Presidential shit, tints on the whip
So dark can't see who riding in that bitch
Suits and tie's no questions why
Somebody get a box ready for these guys
No four door, had the coupe that ride
That eagle right here if you wanna feel fly
No games though, no names spoke
This crack right here, cocaine flow
I don't know what you doing but I'm paid bro
Yeah I pitch that 9 like pedro
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Stuck in the car with my nigga I'm ready to ride
We on our way to the top, watch that paper rise
[Chevy Woods:]
Keep telling everybody what you gonna do
Middle finger like fuck what you going through
All I know is that money that I'm going to
And them gang gang boys wanna bore you
Like wassup cause I told you
Just money in the pocket, fold you
T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G Gang
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
Familiar lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Chorus:]
I am in the air
All I want is the money
And I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder
Mind on a million
Taylor gang in the planes
You know we over the building
They ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize game
I should be lookin familiar
If they ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize a G
I should be lookin familiar
Party and chillin'
And fast living it
How I'm supposed to, now the choice is given
I chose to, leave the club with a couple of hoes who
Love to smoke trees rolling the easy rider papers
Maintain a low speed
Now shall I proceed?
Come from a city where niggaz ain't got a lot
But got it locked
So I be low key, uh
Money hoes clothes, is all a nigga knows
Don't bring a nug, I blow it by the O
I hit the road, cause shit is exactly how it seems
While cats been sleepin on me
I've been living out my dream
The marijuana's liable but my surroundings are serene
I'm laughin' and smokin'
Hopin' my camera catch the scene
Fresh up off the plane
Flick another paper
Shorty wanna ride with me
As bad as I wanna take her
Put you in demand
Bitches taken flicks with the planes
And send them to their friends
Weed to grind
Mind on a million
And we over the building
[Chorus:]
I am in the air
All I want is the money
And I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder
Mind on a million
Taylor gang in the planes
You know we over the building
They ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize game
I should be lookin familiar
If they ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize a G
I should be lookin familiar
Good Life lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Put on a gas
I am fast
Living...
I have no contra...
Now I am taking bad... with politicians
Helicopter feds I am... to get to know...
I don't want to brag but you ain't tried to hear about
The money drugs and women that I wanna add
Smoked so much that I am going brain death
Whores are made of me cause my phone...
I tell her wow slow down baby... lady
You drive by I... it's a couple of paper plans
Broadcasting my name over internet
Airways bitches... on twitter put my music on my space
If you smoked the role and played this I'm gonna hustle...
I am fast
Living...
I have no contra...
Now I am taking bad... with politicians
Helicopter feds I am... to get to know...
I don't want to brag but you ain't tried to hear about
The money drugs and women that I wanna add
Smoked so much that I am going brain death
Whores are made of me cause my phone...
I tell her wow slow down baby... lady
You drive by I... it's a couple of paper plans
Broadcasting my name over internet
Airways bitches... on twitter put my music on my space
If you smoked the role and played this I'm gonna hustle...
Real Estate lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Intro]
Ugh
ya’ll already know what it is man
If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang
Ugh, its not a problem, we spending change
[Verse 1]
Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage
they feelin ‘em at all, these niggas a mirage
handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on
niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage
cops fuck wit me hopin to get a charge
hoes leaving their man, fuckin us cause our cars
if its one thing I know, its smokin and living large
got me speedin down the interstate
see what I’m eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate
hey she fuckin me cause how I win a race
plus I aint cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake
wait I’m talkin fast car, big estate
money come in cash plus in the bank
nigga don’t believe me, throw it in your face
bitch I'm in the building like real estate
[Chorus]
They say I’m still the same
you know it aint a thang
? aint a damn thang changed
I’m gettin money, keep the champaigne coming
? aint a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha
I’m straight, when you gettin money muthafukas gonna hate
find the baddest bitch and get her number,
I dont even call her (call her, call her)
feel like a million dollars
When they make it,
they should put my face up on a million dollar bill
dollar bill, dollar bill
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
when they make it,
they should put my face up on a million dollar bill
dollar bill, dollar bill
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
hey
[Verse 2]
Ballin’s not a hobby, its my occupation
hoes on my dick, thats my confirmation
couple stars with me, thats a constelation
Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, thats my conversation
touch the pedal once, it look like I’m racing
eyes chinese, smoke like I’m jamacian,
V.I.P rollin’ doobies up and face it
12 bottles of Rose, I’m on some gang shit
gettin all the shit, cake crumblin
aint nothin, told them lil niggas I take from ‘em
laughin my all the way to the bank
tried to talk but they can’t
they just stand there when they starin
hatin, mumblin,
what you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin
started kinda hot, now its safe to say we bubblin
400 on a zip, blow it all day
another city, state, another mill to make
[Chorus]
Ugh
ya’ll already know what it is man
If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang
Ugh, its not a problem, we spending change
[Verse 1]
Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage
they feelin ‘em at all, these niggas a mirage
handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on
niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage
cops fuck wit me hopin to get a charge
hoes leaving their man, fuckin us cause our cars
if its one thing I know, its smokin and living large
got me speedin down the interstate
see what I’m eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate
hey she fuckin me cause how I win a race
plus I aint cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake
wait I’m talkin fast car, big estate
money come in cash plus in the bank
nigga don’t believe me, throw it in your face
bitch I'm in the building like real estate
[Chorus]
They say I’m still the same
you know it aint a thang
? aint a damn thang changed
I’m gettin money, keep the champaigne coming
? aint a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha
I’m straight, when you gettin money muthafukas gonna hate
find the baddest bitch and get her number,
I dont even call her (call her, call her)
feel like a million dollars
When they make it,
they should put my face up on a million dollar bill
dollar bill, dollar bill
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
when they make it,
they should put my face up on a million dollar bill
dollar bill, dollar bill
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
hey
[Verse 2]
Ballin’s not a hobby, its my occupation
hoes on my dick, thats my confirmation
couple stars with me, thats a constelation
Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, thats my conversation
touch the pedal once, it look like I’m racing
eyes chinese, smoke like I’m jamacian,
V.I.P rollin’ doobies up and face it
12 bottles of Rose, I’m on some gang shit
gettin all the shit, cake crumblin
aint nothin, told them lil niggas I take from ‘em
laughin my all the way to the bank
tried to talk but they can’t
they just stand there when they starin
hatin, mumblin,
what you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin
started kinda hot, now its safe to say we bubblin
400 on a zip, blow it all day
another city, state, another mill to make
[Chorus]
Fuck The Money lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Well, I'm gonna make a lot of money, make a lot of money,
Then I'm gonna quit this, quit this crazy scene!
Well I'm a quit this crazy scene
Cause being famous ain't all what they make it to be
But back then y'all this was my favorite dream
But now, I wouldn't hesitate I would leave
Cause I'm a
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
Oh, well I guess got problems,
I dropped out of school
Ain't think about college.
So my apologies to my mother and father
To be a stubborn ever since I was a toddler.
Well I'm a quit this crazy dream
Cause when I hit the stage all the ladies scream
And when I pass by they all waving at me
But I be getting tired, y'all pray for me.
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
Oh yeah, you said it could be worst?
Oh here, step into my shoes,
Put yourself in my shirt!
I'm only human y'all so we all gotta work
But sometimes I wonder why I even came to this Earth
I'm a:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
Sometimes I just feel hopeless
Pacin' back and forth, man I can't even focus
So I'm always smokin' in the booth recordin'
Cause my mind races
Like Jeff Gordon
I'm a
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
It ain't supposed to be so hard
I always said I'd quit if it felt like a job
I'd rather be pissed than pretend that I'm not
And try to play along with the whole facade
I wanna:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
It ain't a question to me
Look at me
I know what I'm destined to be
This is spiritual y'all
I'm wrestlin' beasts
But pretty soon
I'll be restin' in peace
I'm a:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Come y'all, y'all actin' like I can't feel you
I can look in your eyes and tell you what you done been through
And I could give a fuck because I got bigger issues
So at this point in my life
How can I get through?
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Look
A lot of haters attack but
It's my job to speak the truth on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'm a:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Oh, how can I not?
... niggers the game, when game is all I've got.
The car of your dreams we're pushing off the...
I'm smoking the most expensive pot.
Baby I'm trying to:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Well, I'm not quitting,
I bought my niggers...
Trying to tell them before
For some reason or another
They will not listen,
Tell the driver we smoke and raise the bar...
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Then I'm gonna quit this, quit this crazy scene!
Well I'm a quit this crazy scene
Cause being famous ain't all what they make it to be
But back then y'all this was my favorite dream
But now, I wouldn't hesitate I would leave
Cause I'm a
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
Oh, well I guess got problems,
I dropped out of school
Ain't think about college.
So my apologies to my mother and father
To be a stubborn ever since I was a toddler.
Well I'm a quit this crazy dream
Cause when I hit the stage all the ladies scream
And when I pass by they all waving at me
But I be getting tired, y'all pray for me.
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
Oh yeah, you said it could be worst?
Oh here, step into my shoes,
Put yourself in my shirt!
I'm only human y'all so we all gotta work
But sometimes I wonder why I even came to this Earth
I'm a:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
Sometimes I just feel hopeless
Pacin' back and forth, man I can't even focus
So I'm always smokin' in the booth recordin'
Cause my mind races
Like Jeff Gordon
I'm a
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
It ain't supposed to be so hard
I always said I'd quit if it felt like a job
I'd rather be pissed than pretend that I'm not
And try to play along with the whole facade
I wanna:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
It ain't a question to me
Look at me
I know what I'm destined to be
This is spiritual y'all
I'm wrestlin' beasts
But pretty soon
I'll be restin' in peace
I'm a:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Come y'all, y'all actin' like I can't feel you
I can look in your eyes and tell you what you done been through
And I could give a fuck because I got bigger issues
So at this point in my life
How can I get through?
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Look
A lot of haters attack but
It's my job to speak the truth on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'm a:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Oh, how can I not?
... niggers the game, when game is all I've got.
The car of your dreams we're pushing off the...
I'm smoking the most expensive pot.
Baby I'm trying to:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Well, I'm not quitting,
I bought my niggers...
Trying to tell them before
For some reason or another
They will not listen,
Tell the driver we smoke and raise the bar...
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Stuntin' lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yea, you already know,
When I walk the fuck by
You can't act like I ain't the fliest thing you ever seen in your whole entire muthafuckin sorry ass life
[Chorus:]
You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stntin' like a young nigga supposed to
Stunt'n like I'm supposed to
Ridin' with my hat cocked back
Smokin' something good 3 blunts and I'm smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw 'em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man I can't choose one
3 cell phones I just can't use one
You see how often I spit
You just off bread hun
This the shit they can't do young
Talk fly if you look 'em in the air
Too young, you wonder were I got these Gucci pair of shoes from
A lot of ya'll mad
To me it's just funny
I see why ya'll hatin man the hoes just love me
And you know I'm gettin' shhh
Fuck it I ain't gotta say it
The tab taken care of nigga I ain't gotta pay it
Yea, I'm all day with it, year round
I bet if you was here now
[Chorus:]
You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt'n like a young nigga supposed to
Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up
Me I ride clean
Neck froze up
Bad bitch on the side
My niggas all rich
Foreign whips is what they drive
Yea, I smell like Gucci and big money too
See them guys with me? they gettin' money too
Ride 22's and got heat so
If a nigga try me you a big prob you runnin' into
I smoke a lot need blunt or 2
At a time whole pounds I be runnin' through
Yea, I got a dime bitch coming through
Cause I pimp like I'm supoosed to
Wonder how I get it like this, I could show you
It's all leather in the whip when I roll through
This year I'm a get shit cleared
Take a look at this kid
[Chorus:]
You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt'n like a young nigga supposed to
When I walk the fuck by
You can't act like I ain't the fliest thing you ever seen in your whole entire muthafuckin sorry ass life
[Chorus:]
You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stntin' like a young nigga supposed to
Stunt'n like I'm supposed to
Ridin' with my hat cocked back
Smokin' something good 3 blunts and I'm smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw 'em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man I can't choose one
3 cell phones I just can't use one
You see how often I spit
You just off bread hun
This the shit they can't do young
Talk fly if you look 'em in the air
Too young, you wonder were I got these Gucci pair of shoes from
A lot of ya'll mad
To me it's just funny
I see why ya'll hatin man the hoes just love me
And you know I'm gettin' shhh
Fuck it I ain't gotta say it
The tab taken care of nigga I ain't gotta pay it
Yea, I'm all day with it, year round
I bet if you was here now
[Chorus:]
You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt'n like a young nigga supposed to
Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up
Me I ride clean
Neck froze up
Bad bitch on the side
My niggas all rich
Foreign whips is what they drive
Yea, I smell like Gucci and big money too
See them guys with me? they gettin' money too
Ride 22's and got heat so
If a nigga try me you a big prob you runnin' into
I smoke a lot need blunt or 2
At a time whole pounds I be runnin' through
Yea, I got a dime bitch coming through
Cause I pimp like I'm supoosed to
Wonder how I get it like this, I could show you
It's all leather in the whip when I roll through
This year I'm a get shit cleared
Take a look at this kid
[Chorus:]
You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt'n like a young nigga supposed to
Up lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Run it...
I don't know what's going on
About this feeling
You got me feeling
Cause every time I try to leave I'm right back again
And I ain't going nowhere
You got me walking on the ceiling
So when the times get hard
And the nights you're all alone
Oh...
I'll be the one you ca... a... all on
No telling where we might... go
Hold On...
And every time you look up
Baby I'm right there
Flying in the air
So let all of your fears go... o... o
You'll never spend a night... low
Keep both of those...
You go
Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up...
So high I'm not coming down
You with me
You ain't comin down either
Let's write our names on a cloud
Bring some down
Roll it up and pass it all around
God Damn...
She a keeper
Ya...
So when the times get hard
And the nights you're all alone
Oh...
I'll be the one you ca... a... all on
No telling where we might... go
And every time you look up
Baby I'm right there
Flying in the air
So let all of your fears go... o... o
You'll never spend a night... low
You go
Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up... Up... Up... Up... (Yeeeah)... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up...
Cause everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
If you don't smoke
I don't know why
Cause everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
If you don't smoke
I don't know why
Keep all that...
Even keep that...
And keep that too...
Just cut this out...
Kush and Orange Juice nigga
I don't know what's going on
About this feeling
You got me feeling
Cause every time I try to leave I'm right back again
And I ain't going nowhere
You got me walking on the ceiling
So when the times get hard
And the nights you're all alone
Oh...
I'll be the one you ca... a... all on
No telling where we might... go
Hold On...
And every time you look up
Baby I'm right there
Flying in the air
So let all of your fears go... o... o
You'll never spend a night... low
Keep both of those...
You go
Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up...
So high I'm not coming down
You with me
You ain't comin down either
Let's write our names on a cloud
Bring some down
Roll it up and pass it all around
God Damn...
She a keeper
Ya...
So when the times get hard
And the nights you're all alone
Oh...
I'll be the one you ca... a... all on
No telling where we might... go
And every time you look up
Baby I'm right there
Flying in the air
So let all of your fears go... o... o
You'll never spend a night... low
You go
Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up... Up... Up... Up... (Yeeeah)... Up... Up... Up... Up
We go
Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up (Up)... Up...
Cause everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
If you don't smoke
I don't know why
Cause everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
Everything's better when you're high
If you don't smoke
I don't know why
Keep all that...
Even keep that...
And keep that too...
Just cut this out...
Kush and Orange Juice nigga
Star Of The Show lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Loving you, is all I wanna do
Loving you, is all I wanna do
Yeeah
Ugh
Ugh
Ugh
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
See I've been going on and on for ever
Them haters probably wonder when I'm gone stop, never!
Most of it's been good but I've seen some bad weather
And niggas watching now, wouldn't even give me an umbrella
But I ain't tripping, I made a million on my own
May come to your surprise but I pictured it all along
When I was 16, finna get put out my home
Now the man making money, my nigga, my money growing
And I can do what I what, went form being hated on
To niggas try to go down the same road I made it on
Ain't no love lost but ain't no love shown
So now when niggas call I just don't pick up the phone
I'm breaking down the weed, put it in the bong
Blow a hundred racks, put it in the song
Party every weekend, hardly ever home
Don't see me face to face so you have to tlak about me when I gone
[Chorus:]
Stay away from the fake or phoney (phoney)
Niggas who can't support their own
So keep pay me from the crowd
Everybody wants to be the star of the show-ow-owww
The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
The drinks poured up, weed's rolled up
And all my jewelery ice to piece froze up
I only like to see the hoes who keep their nose up
Have any nigga in the World but she chose us
I remember them same hoes ain't even notice us
Get you to buy us a drink than it's over cause
We back around the time that she sober'd up
Shit ain't been the same since the limosuine showed up
The best moments of my life
Never filled this much plastic off of Polo in my life
Rarely gon to see, smoking with ya wife
Plus anything you want I can afford to buy it twice
It's the way we know, wake up in the morn'
Like "where did all my paper go"
Grow some more weed and get medicated
Everyday is a holiday so we celebrated
[Chorus]
Loving you, is all I wanna do
Yeeah
Ugh
Ugh
Ugh
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
See I've been going on and on for ever
Them haters probably wonder when I'm gone stop, never!
Most of it's been good but I've seen some bad weather
And niggas watching now, wouldn't even give me an umbrella
But I ain't tripping, I made a million on my own
May come to your surprise but I pictured it all along
When I was 16, finna get put out my home
Now the man making money, my nigga, my money growing
And I can do what I what, went form being hated on
To niggas try to go down the same road I made it on
Ain't no love lost but ain't no love shown
So now when niggas call I just don't pick up the phone
I'm breaking down the weed, put it in the bong
Blow a hundred racks, put it in the song
Party every weekend, hardly ever home
Don't see me face to face so you have to tlak about me when I gone
[Chorus:]
Stay away from the fake or phoney (phoney)
Niggas who can't support their own
So keep pay me from the crowd
Everybody wants to be the star of the show-ow-owww
The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
The drinks poured up, weed's rolled up
And all my jewelery ice to piece froze up
I only like to see the hoes who keep their nose up
Have any nigga in the World but she chose us
I remember them same hoes ain't even notice us
Get you to buy us a drink than it's over cause
We back around the time that she sober'd up
Shit ain't been the same since the limosuine showed up
The best moments of my life
Never filled this much plastic off of Polo in my life
Rarely gon to see, smoking with ya wife
Plus anything you want I can afford to buy it twice
It's the way we know, wake up in the morn'
Like "where did all my paper go"
Grow some more weed and get medicated
Everyday is a holiday so we celebrated
[Chorus]
Bad Guy lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Super villain, outlaw, renegade
Smoking, drinking gin with my lemonade
Don't gotta chase these bitches dog they in a race
I make all this money throw it in your face
Said you know my name but you can't say it right
Long as you let me fuck then you can stay the night
I play the game, you playing safe, let's take shots try no chase
Then we slide like home base
Oh, so pick a time and please tell me where you wanna go
Don't need to ask no questions you should already know
Got gleecko by the bottle yeah we keep it popping champagne by the bar
Plenty sour diesel to smoke
Cause I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [X2]
The one your parents wonder about the nigga of your wildest dreams
Couple of thousand dollars on this rosé
Like girls who came that far but don't stay
We can go to my house or back to your place
You bring a friend and then go both ways
Fuckin' with these niggas cause our money good
Superstar status plus I keep it hood
Aha, so pick a time and please tell me where you wanna go
Don't need to ask no questions you should already know
Got gleecko bottle yeah we keep it popping champagne by the bar
Plenty sour diesel to smoke
Cause I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [X2]
I'm the one your parents wonder about the nigga of your wildest dreams
Bad guy so I keep a bad bitch with me,
Know how to roll a joint and live a life like a bring it back
Bad guy so I keep a bad bitch with me,
Know how to roll a joint and live a life like a villain
Some wonder how I could do the hard times
But I can do that, they say
I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say that to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [X2]
I'm the one your parents wonder about the nigga of your wildest dreams
Smoking, drinking gin with my lemonade
Don't gotta chase these bitches dog they in a race
I make all this money throw it in your face
Said you know my name but you can't say it right
Long as you let me fuck then you can stay the night
I play the game, you playing safe, let's take shots try no chase
Then we slide like home base
Oh, so pick a time and please tell me where you wanna go
Don't need to ask no questions you should already know
Got gleecko by the bottle yeah we keep it popping champagne by the bar
Plenty sour diesel to smoke
Cause I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [X2]
The one your parents wonder about the nigga of your wildest dreams
Couple of thousand dollars on this rosé
Like girls who came that far but don't stay
We can go to my house or back to your place
You bring a friend and then go both ways
Fuckin' with these niggas cause our money good
Superstar status plus I keep it hood
Aha, so pick a time and please tell me where you wanna go
Don't need to ask no questions you should already know
Got gleecko bottle yeah we keep it popping champagne by the bar
Plenty sour diesel to smoke
Cause I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [X2]
I'm the one your parents wonder about the nigga of your wildest dreams
Bad guy so I keep a bad bitch with me,
Know how to roll a joint and live a life like a bring it back
Bad guy so I keep a bad bitch with me,
Know how to roll a joint and live a life like a villain
Some wonder how I could do the hard times
But I can do that, they say
I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say that to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [X2]
I'm the one your parents wonder about the nigga of your wildest dreams
In My Car (Tha Puff Bus) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
When I'm ridin
I'm high got my drink poured my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go this game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
[Wiz Khalifa:]
My car match what year it is
It's hard not to hear the shit
Just know I'm gone no matter what gear I'm in
Eyes closed when I'm steerin
Blowin o's out the window,
Suede on the floor, doors, plus the ceiling
And I keep it clean,
Hoes wanna get in they gotta wipe their feet
Go over a few things, then I'm a wipe this weed
Don't want any burn marks sweetheart
So hang it out the window, if you gotta
Fuck up once, I get you outta here
Uhh
I'm talkin loud pipes and rally stripes
So much paper I'm mistaken have to count it twice
Yellow car come out at night
All the hoes be into it
Remote control starter
That bitch runnin when I get to it
Watch your bitches run until they get to it
And girl there's only one, you ain't gonna get two of it
So ride with a nigga gettin high, sittin 22 inches fly
[Chorus:]
When I'm ridin
I'm high got my drink poured my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go this game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
[Juicy J:]
I'm smokin on some Taylor shit
Lookin for a festive bitch
Ridin on twenty sixes my pockets never empty
I'm high and always tipsy
Extasy that's plenty
Model chicks, stripper bitch,
I be fuckin many
Every car I paid cash, I don't pay no lease fee
But I get my dick sucked, monica lewenski
Ya'll niggas a toilet bowl, I do all the shitting
Lamborgini, fly doors go on with the
I pop a lot of pills, I pop a lot of seals,
I pop a lot of pussy niggas that are not real
When you see my jewlery game, you gonna get the chills
Inaudible
[Chorus:]
When I'm ridin
I'm high got my drink poured my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go this game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
When I'm ridin
I'm high got my drink poured my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go this game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
[Wiz Khalifa:]
My car match what year it is
It's hard not to hear the shit
Just know I'm gone no matter what gear I'm in
Eyes closed when I'm steerin
Blowin o's out the window,
Suede on the floor, doors, plus the ceiling
And I keep it clean,
Hoes wanna get in they gotta wipe their feet
Go over a few things, then I'm a wipe this weed
Don't want any burn marks sweetheart
So hang it out the window, if you gotta
Fuck up once, I get you outta here
Uhh
I'm talkin loud pipes and rally stripes
So much paper I'm mistaken have to count it twice
Yellow car come out at night
All the hoes be into it
Remote control starter
That bitch runnin when I get to it
Watch your bitches run until they get to it
And girl there's only one, you ain't gonna get two of it
So ride with a nigga gettin high, sittin 22 inches fly
[Chorus:]
When I'm ridin
I'm high got my drink poured my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go this game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
[Juicy J:]
I'm smokin on some Taylor shit
Lookin for a festive bitch
Ridin on twenty sixes my pockets never empty
I'm high and always tipsy
Extasy that's plenty
Model chicks, stripper bitch,
I be fuckin many
Every car I paid cash, I don't pay no lease fee
But I get my dick sucked, monica lewenski
Ya'll niggas a toilet bowl, I do all the shitting
Lamborgini, fly doors go on with the
I pop a lot of pills, I pop a lot of seals,
I pop a lot of pussy niggas that are not real
When you see my jewlery game, you gonna get the chills
Inaudible
[Chorus:]
When I'm ridin
I'm high got my drink poured my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go this game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
Huey Newton lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Fast livin', good weed, bad women
Rollin' up joints with hash in 'em
True pot head do everything last minute
Not concerned with the cash I'm spendin' because the cash i get it
Groupies fall through and crash with us
Watch movies, laugh, go in they bag and smoke they last with us
Bongs, bowls, vapors, gas masks and stuff
Niggas know we the shit, cameras flash on us
Roll the grass up, bottles on chill
Fill your glass up
Niggas losin' they business soon as they glance
Because they know the difference between the small time business
And the enterprise, my nigga
Ain't been gone, it's just been a while, my nigga
Battery strong, I'm energized, my nigga
I'm tryna ball, you playin' the game
Haters sayin' I changed
I say look at my chain, mane
[Chorus]
Why they hate me boy
I'm just goin hard cuz it's out there for us
Now I'm all in they faces, cuz I'm on the road
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
[Curren$y - Verse 2]
The life I'm proud of the triple OG advice
Listen and apply
You niggas just sittin' round us tryna shake ya hide
Talkin' too much round the bitches
Lookin' tight, bowzo and everybody in the room know
Rabbies flow dog trill kujo
Michael Knight gotcha bitches on the bus playin' excite bike
Roll somethin' you ain't here just to be a bad bitch
Spitta the originator, high rappin' aircraft shit
Goons died tryna fly a jet, word to maverick
Doobie passes, like magic
Lit the forum up 80s status
Lace my forums up high top adidas strap classic
Can't tell me nathin' bout my 79 lando
Chroma door dayton, vacation
Carry on do it while you carry on hatin'
[Chorus]
Why they hate me boy
I'm just goin hard cuz it's out there for us
Now I'm all in they faces, cuz I'm on the road
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Fast livin', good weed, bad women
Rollin' up joints with hash in 'em
True pot head do everything last minute
Not concerned with the cash I'm spendin' because the cash i get it
Groupies fall through and crash with us
Watch movies, laugh, go in they bag and smoke they last with us
Bongs, bowls, vapors, gas masks and stuff
Niggas know we the shit, cameras flash on us
Roll the grass up, bottles on chill
Fill your glass up
Niggas losin' they business soon as they glance
Because they know the difference between the small time business
And the enterprise, my nigga
Ain't been gone, it's just been a while, my nigga
Battery strong, I'm energized, my nigga
I'm tryna ball, you playin' the game
Haters sayin' I changed
I say look at my chain, mane
[Chorus]
Why they hate me boy
I'm just goin hard cuz it's out there for us
Now I'm all in they faces, cuz I'm on the road
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
[Curren$y - Verse 2]
The life I'm proud of the triple OG advice
Listen and apply
You niggas just sittin' round us tryna shake ya hide
Talkin' too much round the bitches
Lookin' tight, bowzo and everybody in the room know
Rabbies flow dog trill kujo
Michael Knight gotcha bitches on the bus playin' excite bike
Roll somethin' you ain't here just to be a bad bitch
Spitta the originator, high rappin' aircraft shit
Goons died tryna fly a jet, word to maverick
Doobie passes, like magic
Lit the forum up 80s status
Lace my forums up high top adidas strap classic
Can't tell me nathin' bout my 79 lando
Chroma door dayton, vacation
Carry on do it while you carry on hatin'
[Chorus]
Why they hate me boy
I'm just goin hard cuz it's out there for us
Now I'm all in they faces, cuz I'm on the road
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Black And Yellow lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]
Uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
[Verse 1:]
Black stripe, yellow paint, them niggas scared of it but them hoes ain't
Soon as I hit the club look at them hoes face
Hit the petal once make the floor shake
Suede insides, my engine roarin
It's the big boy you know what I payed for it
And I got the petal to the metal
I got you niggas checkin game I'm ballin out on every level
Hear them haters talk but there's nothing you can tell em
Just made a million got another million on my schedule
No love for em nigga breakin hearts
No keys, push to start
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Got a call from my jeweler, this just in
Bitches love me cause I'm fuckin with their best friends
Not a lesbian but she a freak though
This ain't for one night I'm shinin all weak hoe.
I'm sippin cleeko and rockin yellow diamonds
So many rocks up in the watch I can't tell what the time is
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up cause every nigga that I'm with taylor'd
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
[Verse 3:]
Stay high like how I'm supposed to do
That crown underneath them clouds, can't get close to you
And my car look unapproachable
Super clean but it's super mean
She wanna fuck with them cats, smoke weed, count stacks, get fly, take trips and that's that
Real rap, I let her get high, she wouldn't she feel that, convertible drop fill, 87 the top peel back
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
Black and yellow [x4]
Uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
[Verse 1:]
Black stripe, yellow paint, them niggas scared of it but them hoes ain't
Soon as I hit the club look at them hoes face
Hit the petal once make the floor shake
Suede insides, my engine roarin
It's the big boy you know what I payed for it
And I got the petal to the metal
I got you niggas checkin game I'm ballin out on every level
Hear them haters talk but there's nothing you can tell em
Just made a million got another million on my schedule
No love for em nigga breakin hearts
No keys, push to start
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Got a call from my jeweler, this just in
Bitches love me cause I'm fuckin with their best friends
Not a lesbian but she a freak though
This ain't for one night I'm shinin all weak hoe.
I'm sippin cleeko and rockin yellow diamonds
So many rocks up in the watch I can't tell what the time is
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up cause every nigga that I'm with taylor'd
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
[Verse 3:]
Stay high like how I'm supposed to do
That crown underneath them clouds, can't get close to you
And my car look unapproachable
Super clean but it's super mean
She wanna fuck with them cats, smoke weed, count stacks, get fly, take trips and that's that
Real rap, I let her get high, she wouldn't she feel that, convertible drop fill, 87 the top peel back
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
Waken Baken lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Up above the clouds, no one pullin' me down.
Smokin, chillin, up at the top of the world.
Up above the clouds, no one pullin' me down.
Rollin', I'm G'in feels like I'm dreamin but it's just livin'.
Smokin, chillin, up at the top of the world.
Up above the clouds, no one pullin' me down.
Rollin', I'm G'in feels like I'm dreamin but it's just livin'.
Mezmorized lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, it's Young Khalifa man. Paper Plane Gang, 501 young.
'Ay shout out to my brother Spitta man. I just wanted to say that. Yeah.
And, your bitch could see this shit from across the street nigga.
It's pimpin' over here. Macaroni. Kush and Orange Juice nigga.
What up Chevy, Germ I see you, Cardo on the beat. Haha.
[Verse 1]
Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
Smoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em
Niggas be pressed for pussy, it aint nothing
Instead of worrying about who that bitch fuckin', why don't you get you some money
9 times out of 10 she see me stuntin'
Game running, wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she coming
I keep it one hundred, get love from the hoes, but it's, money over bitches nothing above it
Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up
Bitches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feet up
Them suckas often imitate but they can't be us
So super high, look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh
Cut my speakers up, drowning out what the critics say
Just continue to smoke and remain G as fuck
Polo socks match my polo hat, she leave once it's a known fact
That she aint coming back. Now Taylor Gang that.
[Chorus]
And aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I beat em blinding with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game little homie I'm doing big things big things, big things
And them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
[Verse 2]
I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Try to get paper how the fucker don't know shit about her
I take you up where it's cloudy, aint one them lames still rockin' prada
I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand
One of my baddest bitches, rollin' up while I'm driving
And she don't even smoke just hit it once while she light it
My game tight, seal and sign it
Them niggas just playing, aint really ballin', saying they being honest
Claiming, that's your wife but we can't call it
She all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning
Taking her clothes off, inhaling weed and coughing
Aint her first time chiefing but say she don't do this often
Since I was 16, I had all the intentions to keep it G
Take niggas hoes, and smoke hella trees with em
As for your team, you niggas in the stands, you just lookin'
I'm a pro to these rookies and I plan to still paper over....pussy.
[Chorus]
And aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I beat em blinding with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game little homie I'm doing big things big things, big things
And them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah nigga, this shit just don't sound cool.
This what we go to sleep to, wake up to....Kush and Orange Juice nigga.
Got your bitch cooking them cheese eggs too. Got paper in my pocket.
Taylor Gang what's up? See yall niggas man
We done fucked over 'em this year, it's a wrap. Hahahaha.
Yeah. We don't want no more sucker shit..ever.
Uh, it's Young Khalifa man. Paper Plane Gang, 501 young.
'Ay shout out to my brother Spitta man. I just wanted to say that. Yeah.
And, your bitch could see this shit from across the street nigga.
It's pimpin' over here. Macaroni. Kush and Orange Juice nigga.
What up Chevy, Germ I see you, Cardo on the beat. Haha.
[Verse 1]
Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
Smoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em
Niggas be pressed for pussy, it aint nothing
Instead of worrying about who that bitch fuckin', why don't you get you some money
9 times out of 10 she see me stuntin'
Game running, wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she coming
I keep it one hundred, get love from the hoes, but it's, money over bitches nothing above it
Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up
Bitches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feet up
Them suckas often imitate but they can't be us
So super high, look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh
Cut my speakers up, drowning out what the critics say
Just continue to smoke and remain G as fuck
Polo socks match my polo hat, she leave once it's a known fact
That she aint coming back. Now Taylor Gang that.
[Chorus]
And aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I beat em blinding with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game little homie I'm doing big things big things, big things
And them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
[Verse 2]
I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Try to get paper how the fucker don't know shit about her
I take you up where it's cloudy, aint one them lames still rockin' prada
I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand
One of my baddest bitches, rollin' up while I'm driving
And she don't even smoke just hit it once while she light it
My game tight, seal and sign it
Them niggas just playing, aint really ballin', saying they being honest
Claiming, that's your wife but we can't call it
She all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning
Taking her clothes off, inhaling weed and coughing
Aint her first time chiefing but say she don't do this often
Since I was 16, I had all the intentions to keep it G
Take niggas hoes, and smoke hella trees with em
As for your team, you niggas in the stands, you just lookin'
I'm a pro to these rookies and I plan to still paper over....pussy.
[Chorus]
And aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I beat em blinding with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game little homie I'm doing big things big things, big things
And them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah nigga, this shit just don't sound cool.
This what we go to sleep to, wake up to....Kush and Orange Juice nigga.
Got your bitch cooking them cheese eggs too. Got paper in my pocket.
Taylor Gang what's up? See yall niggas man
We done fucked over 'em this year, it's a wrap. Hahahaha.
Yeah. We don't want no more sucker shit..ever.
We're Done lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Chorus]
We're done, but it's not over.
We'll start it again, out to the end of the day.
It keeps getting better.
Don't be afraid, we'll do it together.
Started from nothing, ended up with everything.
From the house, to the whips, taking trips to any place that you care to name.
Champagne, skydivin'
EZ wider papers, no blunts, hit it once you mile high
Runnin' now I'm livin' how I'm supposed to.
Laughing at you haters like I told you
I just tell the waitress keep pouring.
Get infront of the camera keep posing
Too much bank to be rolled in, that's why I stay golden, till the cake gets swollen.
And you just can't fold it. or it's old and molded.
And the crust get golden.
[Chorus x2]
You stay the night cause you say my life is exciting
Wake up still drunk not going to work cause you like it
Livin' with no regrets
Buyin' more bottles while we got ones I ain't even opened yet
Notice that first thought you wanna talk about your boyfriend
Now everytime he callin' you ignoring them
Somewhere tasting trees
Cat and mouse
You chase me I'll chase this cheese
While we're young, one
[Chorus x2]
We're done, but it's not over.
We'll start it again, out to the end of the day.
It keeps getting better.
Don't be afraid, we'll do it together.
Started from nothing, ended up with everything.
From the house, to the whips, taking trips to any place that you care to name.
Champagne, skydivin'
EZ wider papers, no blunts, hit it once you mile high
Runnin' now I'm livin' how I'm supposed to.
Laughing at you haters like I told you
I just tell the waitress keep pouring.
Get infront of the camera keep posing
Too much bank to be rolled in, that's why I stay golden, till the cake gets swollen.
And you just can't fold it. or it's old and molded.
And the crust get golden.
[Chorus x2]
You stay the night cause you say my life is exciting
Wake up still drunk not going to work cause you like it
Livin' with no regrets
Buyin' more bottles while we got ones I ain't even opened yet
Notice that first thought you wanna talk about your boyfriend
Now everytime he callin' you ignoring them
Somewhere tasting trees
Cat and mouse
You chase me I'll chase this cheese
While we're young, one
[Chorus x2]
Skit 1 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Sh, sh, shut, shut the fuck up!
Hello? Did I get through?
Shut the fuck up guys!
Did I get thr...
OMG I'm on W.E.E.D.!
YEAA BITCH!
EASY RIDER WHATS UP?!
WIZ!
FUCK!!!
TAYLOR GANG OR DIE!
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Yeaaheaa
We back again y'all
It's ya boy Mr. Easy Rider
Like I never mothafuckin left
This time we in love with Kush and Orange Juice
That's right
The formula for Wake and Bake y'all
So get your fruits and vegetables
Roll up that good weed
And ride with me
We gone go straight to the lines
Caller whats ya name and where ya from?
What city you reppin?
How much you love Taylor Gang or Die?
[Caller 1:]
Say dog, it's Lil T from across the tracks mayne
Some young nigga tried that Kush and Orange Juice mayne
And yall niggas dont know, that worn a niggas heart mayne
Real Shit cuz (OK)
Thats some real shit cuz, you know what I'm sayin
[Easy Rider:]
What we gone do
Is we gone roll this thing up
We gone get a big ass lighter
We gone set this shit on fire
Right here on W.E.E.D.
Hello? Did I get through?
Shut the fuck up guys!
Did I get thr...
OMG I'm on W.E.E.D.!
YEAA BITCH!
EASY RIDER WHATS UP?!
WIZ!
FUCK!!!
TAYLOR GANG OR DIE!
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Yeaaheaa
We back again y'all
It's ya boy Mr. Easy Rider
Like I never mothafuckin left
This time we in love with Kush and Orange Juice
That's right
The formula for Wake and Bake y'all
So get your fruits and vegetables
Roll up that good weed
And ride with me
We gone go straight to the lines
Caller whats ya name and where ya from?
What city you reppin?
How much you love Taylor Gang or Die?
[Caller 1:]
Say dog, it's Lil T from across the tracks mayne
Some young nigga tried that Kush and Orange Juice mayne
And yall niggas dont know, that worn a niggas heart mayne
Real Shit cuz (OK)
Thats some real shit cuz, you know what I'm sayin
[Easy Rider:]
What we gone do
Is we gone roll this thing up
We gone get a big ass lighter
We gone set this shit on fire
Right here on W.E.E.D.
The Statement lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah that's it. Yeah! Uh. Where haven't we....Uh.
Know the planes and the, Taylor Gang and the...haha. Uh.
[Verse 1]
Fast cars with bad broads in 'em, I proceed to smoke these trees
And stuff piles of cheese in my 501 denim, where they bullshit begins I end them
And nope, I don't hear these niggas trippin'
Closing the cabin door and reving up all my engines
The weed is rolled, the drink is cold
It's new to you, to me it's old
C-E-O, these off brand niggas aint really the future, Ms. Cleo
High when I approach, been known, to leave weed crumbs and trails of Sour D smoke
The irony, of suckas who predicted the planes land and know they wanna fly with me
I just let it boost my confidence, roll another joint, drop pilot shit. O-K.
[Chorus]
This aint the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute.
[Verse 2]
Ask me if I plan to be roof top chillin' with some pretty ass women, you'd be glad to meet
Trees stuffed in the passenger seat, charge it to my phone, 'couple changes of clothes
And the OG told me all haters expose they self, so it's best to leave it alone
Pop the cork, put the tree in the bone
Been here for a minute you niggas just catchin' on
Master of the craft, I've grown
Haters trail the path, I've flown
It's obvious, suckas talk down but we aint trippin'
Hoes fuck with us, say we different
At my hotel chillin', bad women come to fill my marijuana perscription
You niggas know the biz, it's Taylor Gang or kill him.
[Chorus]
This aint the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute.
Yeah that's it. Yeah! Uh. Where haven't we....Uh.
Know the planes and the, Taylor Gang and the...haha. Uh.
[Verse 1]
Fast cars with bad broads in 'em, I proceed to smoke these trees
And stuff piles of cheese in my 501 denim, where they bullshit begins I end them
And nope, I don't hear these niggas trippin'
Closing the cabin door and reving up all my engines
The weed is rolled, the drink is cold
It's new to you, to me it's old
C-E-O, these off brand niggas aint really the future, Ms. Cleo
High when I approach, been known, to leave weed crumbs and trails of Sour D smoke
The irony, of suckas who predicted the planes land and know they wanna fly with me
I just let it boost my confidence, roll another joint, drop pilot shit. O-K.
[Chorus]
This aint the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute.
[Verse 2]
Ask me if I plan to be roof top chillin' with some pretty ass women, you'd be glad to meet
Trees stuffed in the passenger seat, charge it to my phone, 'couple changes of clothes
And the OG told me all haters expose they self, so it's best to leave it alone
Pop the cork, put the tree in the bone
Been here for a minute you niggas just catchin' on
Master of the craft, I've grown
Haters trail the path, I've flown
It's obvious, suckas talk down but we aint trippin'
Hoes fuck with us, say we different
At my hotel chillin', bad women come to fill my marijuana perscription
You niggas know the biz, it's Taylor Gang or kill him.
[Chorus]
This aint the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute.
Spotlight lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Killa Kyleon)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
10 steps ahead of these niggassss... Fool
Dats why they fuck with me instead of these niggas YEA!
Thahahaha... yeaaaa... dis beat go perfect with ma belt
Hahaha... match ma damier luggage too
Joints rolled up... that's louis vuitton... (UH)... bad bitchs and cold drinks
YEAAAA!... you know what it is man... Taylor gang
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
(UH) No joint roaches in ma car
Play the game smart
We gon' get dis chesse, don't give police ah reason to fuck us off
I done seem the ups
Not a stranger to the downs, buh for now it's smoke divas in my loft
Champagne with bitchs with foreign names
Ma homie hit me on da text, he ain't want nothin buh to tell me that I got next
Need keep it G
I'm in yo' town frequently
Got the bottles, bring the trees, watch sum movies, hit dis weed
Yea nigga livin' care free
Please don't blow my fly, pardon the high
Nigga tendencies
Can't duplicate us but the planes what they pretend to be
Through all the bullshit overcame and still remain ah G
(Thaha) Clicquot slow and sour D smoke
She leave the room you smell it on her fingers bro
Asking silly questions bout "Where you been"?
Saying "You look different"
Had the time of her life not to mention
You ain't been this high in ah minute
Took ownership of the air, I'm fly, you niggas just trynna visit
[Chorus:]
(Yeaaaaaaaa) (YAAAAAAAAAA BITCH!)
Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it?
I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight
Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight
Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane
Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo
Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo
Everywhere that we gooooo (uo-oooohhhh)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
While you at home on twitter trynna hackin' her page and shyt
We smoking and crackin jokes on how lame ya is (Uhhh)
Hotel room right up by da water
Even taught her how to use ah joint roller
A tight end became from underground lik ah oiler
Here like I never left, back like ah spoiler
Give my keys to valet
Waiter take ma order
Ya'll been waitin for real niggas to eat the way they ought to' (Heyy) (Kylly run it)
[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]
Me and Khalifa, call it dat gush reefer
Good drank dat'll seat ya
Put chu in ah sleeper, louis' on ma beepers buh I see that bread (Clearly Tho)
G.O.O.D music is the consequnce, we legends (Really Tho)
Minus Kanye, buh we got this money in common
We get it day and night
Gutter marijuy don't want it
I'm the shit, no plumbin
Money talk, no hummin
Put the GPS on it
Located, I'm comingggg
I'm in something Paper-Plated
Get it, decapitate it
And if the bomb creams
Super boats swangs fascinated
With the fast life
Haters to the left I got my cash right
Irish spring green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe
Lit up like a flashlight
VVS's is in my necklace lookin like bad dikes
All my bitches bad like
Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim Kardash type
5 star chicks, first class like my last flight.
[Chorus:]
Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it?
I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight
Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight
Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane
Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo
Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo
10 steps ahead of these niggassss... Fool
Dats why they fuck with me instead of these niggas YEA!
Thahahaha... yeaaaa... dis beat go perfect with ma belt
Hahaha... match ma damier luggage too
Joints rolled up... that's louis vuitton... (UH)... bad bitchs and cold drinks
YEAAAA!... you know what it is man... Taylor gang
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
(UH) No joint roaches in ma car
Play the game smart
We gon' get dis chesse, don't give police ah reason to fuck us off
I done seem the ups
Not a stranger to the downs, buh for now it's smoke divas in my loft
Champagne with bitchs with foreign names
Ma homie hit me on da text, he ain't want nothin buh to tell me that I got next
Need keep it G
I'm in yo' town frequently
Got the bottles, bring the trees, watch sum movies, hit dis weed
Yea nigga livin' care free
Please don't blow my fly, pardon the high
Nigga tendencies
Can't duplicate us but the planes what they pretend to be
Through all the bullshit overcame and still remain ah G
(Thaha) Clicquot slow and sour D smoke
She leave the room you smell it on her fingers bro
Asking silly questions bout "Where you been"?
Saying "You look different"
Had the time of her life not to mention
You ain't been this high in ah minute
Took ownership of the air, I'm fly, you niggas just trynna visit
[Chorus:]
(Yeaaaaaaaa) (YAAAAAAAAAA BITCH!)
Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it?
I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight
Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight
Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane
Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo
Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo
Everywhere that we gooooo (uo-oooohhhh)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
While you at home on twitter trynna hackin' her page and shyt
We smoking and crackin jokes on how lame ya is (Uhhh)
Hotel room right up by da water
Even taught her how to use ah joint roller
A tight end became from underground lik ah oiler
Here like I never left, back like ah spoiler
Give my keys to valet
Waiter take ma order
Ya'll been waitin for real niggas to eat the way they ought to' (Heyy) (Kylly run it)
[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]
Me and Khalifa, call it dat gush reefer
Good drank dat'll seat ya
Put chu in ah sleeper, louis' on ma beepers buh I see that bread (Clearly Tho)
G.O.O.D music is the consequnce, we legends (Really Tho)
Minus Kanye, buh we got this money in common
We get it day and night
Gutter marijuy don't want it
I'm the shit, no plumbin
Money talk, no hummin
Put the GPS on it
Located, I'm comingggg
I'm in something Paper-Plated
Get it, decapitate it
And if the bomb creams
Super boats swangs fascinated
With the fast life
Haters to the left I got my cash right
Irish spring green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe
Lit up like a flashlight
VVS's is in my necklace lookin like bad dikes
All my bitches bad like
Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim Kardash type
5 star chicks, first class like my last flight.
[Chorus:]
Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it?
I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight
Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight
Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane
Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo
Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo
Skit 2 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yeaaheaa, It's ya boy Mr. Easy Rider
Right here on the easy hour
With a lil Kush and Orange Juice
For you to wake and bake to
You know how we do yall
And we rocking with nothing but the best
No Stress
It's my nigga Young Wiz Khalifa yall
Now we been doing our thing for years now, you know how we get down
I need yall to call up
Roll up
Get high to the sky
Lets hear from one of our callers, caller whats ya name and where ya from?
[Caller 1:]
Aye whats happening baby
This ya man Long Longs Lee and im calling from the short side of the bridge baby
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Digg, and what you waking and bake to?
[Caller 1:]
Man, I got a glass of that OJ and a plane of that kush waiting for me
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Yeaaheaa
Matter fact, we gone get to another caller
This shit feel so good
And I got me a curly head red bitch rolling up doobies as we speak
We don't smoke blunts yall
Caller whats ya name and where ya from?
[Caller 2:]
What up doe, This Crazy Coop from Michigan, man let me get a blunt worth of that good shit you got there
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Oh Fuck you brah, you ain't tryna get high
[Caller 2:]
That ain't cool man
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Ima bring yall some new shit
Off that Kush and Orange Juice
From my man, Young Wiz Khalifa
Taylor Gang I see yall
Right here on the easy hour
With a lil Kush and Orange Juice
For you to wake and bake to
You know how we do yall
And we rocking with nothing but the best
No Stress
It's my nigga Young Wiz Khalifa yall
Now we been doing our thing for years now, you know how we get down
I need yall to call up
Roll up
Get high to the sky
Lets hear from one of our callers, caller whats ya name and where ya from?
[Caller 1:]
Aye whats happening baby
This ya man Long Longs Lee and im calling from the short side of the bridge baby
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Digg, and what you waking and bake to?
[Caller 1:]
Man, I got a glass of that OJ and a plane of that kush waiting for me
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Yeaaheaa
Matter fact, we gone get to another caller
This shit feel so good
And I got me a curly head red bitch rolling up doobies as we speak
We don't smoke blunts yall
Caller whats ya name and where ya from?
[Caller 2:]
What up doe, This Crazy Coop from Michigan, man let me get a blunt worth of that good shit you got there
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Oh Fuck you brah, you ain't tryna get high
[Caller 2:]
That ain't cool man
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Ima bring yall some new shit
Off that Kush and Orange Juice
From my man, Young Wiz Khalifa
Taylor Gang I see yall
The Kid Frankie lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yeahh...[mumbling]....kid frankie!
[Verse 1:]
I live life sucka free
Thats why them niggas you be wit, talk down like they don't fuck wit me
I get money realistically
And the homies show me love
Groupies wanna leave tha club wit me
Aint nothin to a G
Let your hair blow in the breeze
Roll some bomb ass weed!
Get high, cruise at a jet speed
Do it like I do it for TV
675 damier LV's
7 somthing wit tax
And when im on the plane, got the carry on to match
Nigga thats fly shit
Trynna peep game lil homie just watch this
Champagne in my cockpit
Talkin bout you got a man mommy just stop it
Please!
As we proceed to give you watchu need, to roll up our weed.
[Hook:]
You out here talking it
Im out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Aint nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang)
Okay
[Verse 2:]
Self-made, been through what I been through...
So I know what I know
I write bomb rap songs, tell them bitches what im in to
So the hoes wanna roll
First class roll to another coast
Just to smoke kush
I know a nigga who grows
And thats on the real momma
If you tryna slide gotta bring one for Will
Just another day in the life
Nother plane
Nother night
Gettin faded wit another nigga wife
Drinkin hella champagne
Tanqueray wit the sprite
Then I'm up in the AM to catch another flight
Niggas reppin the gang
Simply because everything else lame
The fans want real niggas
Them hoes lookin for change
I seen it all
Player in the game
First they bitin our flow
Now they jackin our slang
[Hook:]
You out here talking it
Im out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Aint nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang)
So incredible... Hahaha...If I do say so myself...My nigga germ, on the boards
Yeah he did that shit fool... Yeah! Hahaha... what up Will?...
Benji just got off that flight from vegas...Okay...
Taylor Gang, Over everything! Rostrum Records...
Thats how the fuck we do shit! Yeah! Bitch! Smoke somethin...
Kush and Orange Juice nigga....Can't forget that....Everything's Louis Vuitton on this...
[Verse 1:]
I live life sucka free
Thats why them niggas you be wit, talk down like they don't fuck wit me
I get money realistically
And the homies show me love
Groupies wanna leave tha club wit me
Aint nothin to a G
Let your hair blow in the breeze
Roll some bomb ass weed!
Get high, cruise at a jet speed
Do it like I do it for TV
675 damier LV's
7 somthing wit tax
And when im on the plane, got the carry on to match
Nigga thats fly shit
Trynna peep game lil homie just watch this
Champagne in my cockpit
Talkin bout you got a man mommy just stop it
Please!
As we proceed to give you watchu need, to roll up our weed.
[Hook:]
You out here talking it
Im out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Aint nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang)
Okay
[Verse 2:]
Self-made, been through what I been through...
So I know what I know
I write bomb rap songs, tell them bitches what im in to
So the hoes wanna roll
First class roll to another coast
Just to smoke kush
I know a nigga who grows
And thats on the real momma
If you tryna slide gotta bring one for Will
Just another day in the life
Nother plane
Nother night
Gettin faded wit another nigga wife
Drinkin hella champagne
Tanqueray wit the sprite
Then I'm up in the AM to catch another flight
Niggas reppin the gang
Simply because everything else lame
The fans want real niggas
Them hoes lookin for change
I seen it all
Player in the game
First they bitin our flow
Now they jackin our slang
[Hook:]
You out here talking it
Im out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Aint nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang)
So incredible... Hahaha...If I do say so myself...My nigga germ, on the boards
Yeah he did that shit fool... Yeah! Hahaha... what up Will?...
Benji just got off that flight from vegas...Okay...
Taylor Gang, Over everything! Rostrum Records...
Thats how the fuck we do shit! Yeah! Bitch! Smoke somethin...
Kush and Orange Juice nigga....Can't forget that....Everything's Louis Vuitton on this...
Up lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
I dont know whats going on, or about this feelin, you got me feelin,
Cuz everytime I try to leave I'm right back again, yea,
And I aint goin no where, you got me walkin on the ceilin,
So when the times get hard and the nights your all alone, oh,
Ill be the one you call, no tellin where we might go,
And everytime you look up baby I'm right there, flyin in the air,
So let all of your fears gooo oh oh, you never spent the night...low...
It go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up,
We go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up
So high I'm not comin down, and you wit me you aint comin down eitherrrr,
Lets write our names on a cloud, break sum down,
Roll it up and pass it all around, god dam she a keeeperrr, yea,
So when the times get hard and the nights your all alone,
Ill be the one you callllll, no tellin where we might go,
And everytime you look up baby I'm right there flyin in the air,
So let all of your fears gooo oh oh, you never spend the night...low
It go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up,
We go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up
Cuz everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
If you dont smoke I dont kno why
Cuz everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
If you dont smoke I dont kno why
Keep all that....even keep that too,
And keep that too but you cut this out.....
Kush and orange juice nigga...
Cuz everytime I try to leave I'm right back again, yea,
And I aint goin no where, you got me walkin on the ceilin,
So when the times get hard and the nights your all alone, oh,
Ill be the one you call, no tellin where we might go,
And everytime you look up baby I'm right there, flyin in the air,
So let all of your fears gooo oh oh, you never spent the night...low...
It go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up,
We go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up
So high I'm not comin down, and you wit me you aint comin down eitherrrr,
Lets write our names on a cloud, break sum down,
Roll it up and pass it all around, god dam she a keeeperrr, yea,
So when the times get hard and the nights your all alone,
Ill be the one you callllll, no tellin where we might go,
And everytime you look up baby I'm right there flyin in the air,
So let all of your fears gooo oh oh, you never spend the night...low
It go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up,
We go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up
Cuz everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
If you dont smoke I dont kno why
Cuz everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
If you dont smoke I dont kno why
Keep all that....even keep that too,
And keep that too but you cut this out.....
Kush and orange juice nigga...
Never Been lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Empty bottles of Clicquot (CLEE-Co) and ashes on the flo'.
Towel under the do', we wasn't supposed to even smoke.
I ain't trippin, never slip or slackin on my pimpin.
Drop the nerd you with,come smoke a joint with he who's winnin.
Ain't like them guys who wine and dine to keep they women
My bitches only want two things, that's to get high and kick it
Try my pot prescription, take a couple shots with lemon.
Usually have to watch a movie to see how I'm livin.
(Yea) So what's the hold up, waiter bring the bottle get them EZ- Widers rolled up.
Self made G', did everything on my own bra'.
In my early twenties with money as wide as Oprah.
[Chorus:]
Crack another bottle get the weed rolled up (weed rolled up),
and girl you know I got it everything's on us everything's on us
I'm talkin' alot cause I'm getting bankroll (bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh uh-ohhhh).
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
I'm getting bank roll(bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh).
Say she never been (never been).
(Uhh) Crack a window we gon' smoke this Indo.(indoor)
Saying that you still high from last night.
You try to pass, trying to beware of the fast life.
Kick it with the planes and it'll be your last flight.
(Yea) OG hash, let you stumble to class right.
The sex great, no I don't give her no half-pipe.
Housekeepers knocking, we don't let em' in
Rollin doobies up, room with a jacuzzi tub.
(SAY SHE NEVER BEEN)
In the game, I am a veteran.
After we fuck, roll the doctor prescribed medicine.
Let you hit it once, then you sleeping
A fly nigga traveling the world, takin yo girl for the weekend.
Peep it.
[Chorus:]
Crack another bottle get the weed rolled up (weed rolled up),
and girl you know I got it everything's on us everything's on us
I'm talking a lot cause I'm getting bankroll bank roll
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh uh-ohh).
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
I'm getting bank roll(bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh).
Say she never been (never been).
Louis luggage and all,fuck with the Taylor Gang Spring Summer and Fall...and winter too.
Tahahahahh. Yeaaa bitchhh. Germ on the boards. And this brought to you by: Bad bitches and good weed.
Towel under the do', we wasn't supposed to even smoke.
I ain't trippin, never slip or slackin on my pimpin.
Drop the nerd you with,come smoke a joint with he who's winnin.
Ain't like them guys who wine and dine to keep they women
My bitches only want two things, that's to get high and kick it
Try my pot prescription, take a couple shots with lemon.
Usually have to watch a movie to see how I'm livin.
(Yea) So what's the hold up, waiter bring the bottle get them EZ- Widers rolled up.
Self made G', did everything on my own bra'.
In my early twenties with money as wide as Oprah.
[Chorus:]
Crack another bottle get the weed rolled up (weed rolled up),
and girl you know I got it everything's on us everything's on us
I'm talkin' alot cause I'm getting bankroll (bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh uh-ohhhh).
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
I'm getting bank roll(bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh).
Say she never been (never been).
(Uhh) Crack a window we gon' smoke this Indo.(indoor)
Saying that you still high from last night.
You try to pass, trying to beware of the fast life.
Kick it with the planes and it'll be your last flight.
(Yea) OG hash, let you stumble to class right.
The sex great, no I don't give her no half-pipe.
Housekeepers knocking, we don't let em' in
Rollin doobies up, room with a jacuzzi tub.
(SAY SHE NEVER BEEN)
In the game, I am a veteran.
After we fuck, roll the doctor prescribed medicine.
Let you hit it once, then you sleeping
A fly nigga traveling the world, takin yo girl for the weekend.
Peep it.
[Chorus:]
Crack another bottle get the weed rolled up (weed rolled up),
and girl you know I got it everything's on us everything's on us
I'm talking a lot cause I'm getting bankroll bank roll
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh uh-ohh).
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
I'm getting bank roll(bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh).
Say she never been (never been).
Louis luggage and all,fuck with the Taylor Gang Spring Summer and Fall...and winter too.
Tahahahahh. Yeaaa bitchhh. Germ on the boards. And this brought to you by: Bad bitches and good weed.
In Tha Cut lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Niggaz know
Taylor gang sunshine or snow
Them hoes running their best clothes
And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga
Real shit
[Chorus:]
We never low low
Away we go go
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never low low
Away we go go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
[Verse]
Rolling all this weed I am holding
Thinking she high before before she get the chance to smoke it
Blowing o's she knows my trees potent
Man at home you living for the moment
Coming for the game, dont run it, I own it
Kush and orange juice be the components
Come to my crib see money so big you cant fold it
This is how I live
She poured her a lil gin
Then rolled her another doob
before she was finished man freaky got super loosed
[Chorus]
[Verse]
show money
leaving show car low full of hoes for me
hahaha
It's so funny
On that paper chasing case the money run from me
in the cut rolling up keep them EZ widers stuffed
While them lil niggas still smoking hella blunts
what?
I just made us another plane
And poured us some champagne
As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor gang
[Chorus]
Taylor gang sunshine or snow
Them hoes running their best clothes
And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga
Real shit
[Chorus:]
We never low low
Away we go go
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never low low
Away we go go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
[Verse]
Rolling all this weed I am holding
Thinking she high before before she get the chance to smoke it
Blowing o's she knows my trees potent
Man at home you living for the moment
Coming for the game, dont run it, I own it
Kush and orange juice be the components
Come to my crib see money so big you cant fold it
This is how I live
She poured her a lil gin
Then rolled her another doob
before she was finished man freaky got super loosed
[Chorus]
[Verse]
show money
leaving show car low full of hoes for me
hahaha
It's so funny
On that paper chasing case the money run from me
in the cut rolling up keep them EZ widers stuffed
While them lil niggas still smoking hella blunts
what?
I just made us another plane
And poured us some champagne
As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor gang
[Chorus]
Visions lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Life.... Looking out the window. Kush and Orange Juice Nigga
You Might want uh burn one to this.
[Verse 1]
You couldn't walk a mile in these 11 in a halfs even if you had a chance.
Visions of this cash followed with the thought of the bitch thats chilling at my pad.
Its all part of the plan.
To come through get high as I can, party, hit the studio jet lagged.
Packing my over night carry on, we dont check bags.
Old folks are proud to see I'm young and I Louied up to my eyes.
True story word to the wise dont let these labels gas you up to be somethin.
Get yo paper never trust em.
Watch the niggas you run with.
I done seen niggas who had all they dreams fucked over, over some dumb shit.
& make no assumptions hotel owners saying the odors to pungent blame it on the reefer consumption.
The difference between you guys is you lie & we live it.
In the sky so pay us a visit.
Bet yo bitch be trying to kick it.
[Wiz Talking]
What you aint you trying to eat nigga.
COME ON, fuck is you waiting for.
Nigga time just sitting around man. COME ON.
Everything was all good. Now shit real.
[Verse 2]
Soon as I enter the room its red carpets and bitches with pretty smelling perfume.
Smoking cigars shit was fool.
Now you roll hella doobs and anticipate that how fly tune.
Sucker shit we just cant excuse
Steady trying to duplicate but they aint us.
Got bitches dissing they lame ass niggas pot head kids rolling they dank up.
Paparazzi taking pictures we famous
Held my city down like a anchor.
Now its champagne we drink.
Non-smoking room we just ashen em in the sink.
I love her attitude she love tracing my ink.
I get up in the wind. Leave her with something to ease stress.
The best not just regular visions.
Let you get a glimpse of how I'm living, HD
Young Khalifa gettin to the money safe key.
[Wiz Talking]
Matter fact hit this.
You cold nigga I got a coat in the trunk.
Come on man leave that bullshit alone man.
Its over for that.
Put this coat on.
You Might want uh burn one to this.
[Verse 1]
You couldn't walk a mile in these 11 in a halfs even if you had a chance.
Visions of this cash followed with the thought of the bitch thats chilling at my pad.
Its all part of the plan.
To come through get high as I can, party, hit the studio jet lagged.
Packing my over night carry on, we dont check bags.
Old folks are proud to see I'm young and I Louied up to my eyes.
True story word to the wise dont let these labels gas you up to be somethin.
Get yo paper never trust em.
Watch the niggas you run with.
I done seen niggas who had all they dreams fucked over, over some dumb shit.
& make no assumptions hotel owners saying the odors to pungent blame it on the reefer consumption.
The difference between you guys is you lie & we live it.
In the sky so pay us a visit.
Bet yo bitch be trying to kick it.
[Wiz Talking]
What you aint you trying to eat nigga.
COME ON, fuck is you waiting for.
Nigga time just sitting around man. COME ON.
Everything was all good. Now shit real.
[Verse 2]
Soon as I enter the room its red carpets and bitches with pretty smelling perfume.
Smoking cigars shit was fool.
Now you roll hella doobs and anticipate that how fly tune.
Sucker shit we just cant excuse
Steady trying to duplicate but they aint us.
Got bitches dissing they lame ass niggas pot head kids rolling they dank up.
Paparazzi taking pictures we famous
Held my city down like a anchor.
Now its champagne we drink.
Non-smoking room we just ashen em in the sink.
I love her attitude she love tracing my ink.
I get up in the wind. Leave her with something to ease stress.
The best not just regular visions.
Let you get a glimpse of how I'm living, HD
Young Khalifa gettin to the money safe key.
[Wiz Talking]
Matter fact hit this.
You cold nigga I got a coat in the trunk.
Come on man leave that bullshit alone man.
Its over for that.
Put this coat on.
Still Blazin lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Chorus]
Still blazin, still blazin, still blazin
Cause ganja power its so amazin
give me the strength and protection, keep praisin
each and everydayeeee
[x2]
[Wiz Khalifa]
why can't everyone just smoke like me?
just gimme quiet place and lemme roll my weed
where ain't nobody in my business don't nobody gotta know
let all your conscious go and blow it by the O
I'm here but my minds gone
[Verse 1]
and its gettin hard to see you cause my eyes low
marijuana minutes, nigga time slow
on a kush clock, there's always time to smoke
say I look high? I say I'm high bro
still blazin on with me, just facin
I remember days when I could only smoke on occasion
I couldn't wait to go and cop from ray and them
rollin blunts of 50, stuck in my moms basement
had dro for sale but niggas was smokin haze then
blew a O a day then, don't know but somehow I made away
and nigga them bills need pay but I'm...
[Chorus]
why can't everyone just smoke like me?
just get up out my face and lemme roll my weed
where ain't nobody in my business, don't nobody gotta know
lets all learn how to roll and blow it by the O
I'm here but my minds gone,
[Verse 2]
400 a zip nigga that's what I'm on
and I'm gonna re-up as soon as the fires gone
smokin og kush from another time zone
as the smoke begins to pile on
wettin rags and puttin bags over the fire alarm
you niggas styrofoam, lightweight
I'm on my 13th oz, quite baked
you probably go to sleep, ya throat might ache
you off that good weed, you need a nice break
see I roll j's up all day and you wont have to put a 8th in
they sayin its amazin how I'm..
[Chorus]
Still blazin, still blazin, still blazin
Cause ganja power its so amazin
give me the strength and protection, keep praisin
each and everydayeeee
[x2]
[Wiz Khalifa]
why can't everyone just smoke like me?
just gimme quiet place and lemme roll my weed
where ain't nobody in my business don't nobody gotta know
let all your conscious go and blow it by the O
I'm here but my minds gone
[Verse 1]
and its gettin hard to see you cause my eyes low
marijuana minutes, nigga time slow
on a kush clock, there's always time to smoke
say I look high? I say I'm high bro
still blazin on with me, just facin
I remember days when I could only smoke on occasion
I couldn't wait to go and cop from ray and them
rollin blunts of 50, stuck in my moms basement
had dro for sale but niggas was smokin haze then
blew a O a day then, don't know but somehow I made away
and nigga them bills need pay but I'm...
[Chorus]
why can't everyone just smoke like me?
just get up out my face and lemme roll my weed
where ain't nobody in my business, don't nobody gotta know
lets all learn how to roll and blow it by the O
I'm here but my minds gone,
[Verse 2]
400 a zip nigga that's what I'm on
and I'm gonna re-up as soon as the fires gone
smokin og kush from another time zone
as the smoke begins to pile on
wettin rags and puttin bags over the fire alarm
you niggas styrofoam, lightweight
I'm on my 13th oz, quite baked
you probably go to sleep, ya throat might ache
you off that good weed, you need a nice break
see I roll j's up all day and you wont have to put a 8th in
they sayin its amazin how I'm..
[Chorus]
Slim Skit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Digg man
My name is Slim
You know what I'm sayin?
My momma named me Charles
But the people, the people they call me Slim
And you know I been on this Kush and Orange Juice man
It's a wicked thang brotha
You know, I done been around, seen a lot of faces
But my old lady, she wont, she wont roll my weed up for me man
I, I work so hard
I keep the bills paid up
Buy her things she can't pronounce
And she wont roll my trees jack
Jive man
Say dog
Its cold outside man, its cold
But you gotta stay cool
Everybody's fighting to get to the top
But me, I just wanna smoke and chill man
I just wanna smoke my weed brotha
Digg
Get us a nice lil place
Where nobody knows
Hell, I'll name my island if I could
Yea
My name is Slim
You know what I'm sayin?
My momma named me Charles
But the people, the people they call me Slim
And you know I been on this Kush and Orange Juice man
It's a wicked thang brotha
You know, I done been around, seen a lot of faces
But my old lady, she wont, she wont roll my weed up for me man
I, I work so hard
I keep the bills paid up
Buy her things she can't pronounce
And she wont roll my trees jack
Jive man
Say dog
Its cold outside man, its cold
But you gotta stay cool
Everybody's fighting to get to the top
But me, I just wanna smoke and chill man
I just wanna smoke my weed brotha
Digg
Get us a nice lil place
Where nobody knows
Hell, I'll name my island if I could
Yea
Pedal To The Medal lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Johnny Juliano)
Cool
Blue Ice,
Things never looked this nice
[Verse 1]
It's the life we live, it's the price we pay
400 a zip, imperial rose
Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless,
Vow to never break your heart or a promise
I got us
Ain't a show off, just being honest
You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour em
Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars
Other bitches you heard about em
But you're moving forward and never backwards
Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice
Love to role play, you studying to be an actress
What the haps is, I'ma call you later then I'll fall through
Maybe we can all get faded
And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it
Self made G millionaire in the making
Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon
Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement,
Face it
Now you drunk and your heart's racin
[Hook]
Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle
Girl you look good, you remind me of a model
Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle
Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
The money come in, the money go
The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes
So I keep it G, continually stack this paper
While all them bitches chase me
Won't be a ?? safety
Bitch can't hold her self down
Then she bound to drizz out
We party in Vegas, Smokin'
Pina Colada papers
Travel the world, people know what our face is
Waitress, bringin em by the cases
For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix
I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit
Can probably make you leave your man
For first class living, taking pictures in the sand
100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan
So you rollin' if you know like I know
Them niggas don't go where I go
Gangsta
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ok
Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you
I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you
Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you
No respect for niggas who smoke blunts wit you
All wins, No loss
Big house, mowed lawn
No lease, owned cars
Straight work, I'm my own boss
[Hook]
Blue Ice,
Things never looked this nice
[Verse 1]
It's the life we live, it's the price we pay
400 a zip, imperial rose
Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless,
Vow to never break your heart or a promise
I got us
Ain't a show off, just being honest
You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour em
Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars
Other bitches you heard about em
But you're moving forward and never backwards
Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice
Love to role play, you studying to be an actress
What the haps is, I'ma call you later then I'll fall through
Maybe we can all get faded
And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it
Self made G millionaire in the making
Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon
Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement,
Face it
Now you drunk and your heart's racin
[Hook]
Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle
Girl you look good, you remind me of a model
Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle
Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
The money come in, the money go
The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes
So I keep it G, continually stack this paper
While all them bitches chase me
Won't be a ?? safety
Bitch can't hold her self down
Then she bound to drizz out
We party in Vegas, Smokin'
Pina Colada papers
Travel the world, people know what our face is
Waitress, bringin em by the cases
For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix
I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit
Can probably make you leave your man
For first class living, taking pictures in the sand
100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan
So you rollin' if you know like I know
Them niggas don't go where I go
Gangsta
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ok
Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you
I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you
Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you
No respect for niggas who smoke blunts wit you
All wins, No loss
Big house, mowed lawn
No lease, owned cars
Straight work, I'm my own boss
[Hook]
Good Dank lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yea........ten steps ahead of these niggas, thats y they fuck wit me instead of these niggas..fool,
Kush and orange juice nigga, I'm tryna use betta words...BEATCHH...germ on the boards,
This time around we want all the money, you niggas short changin, shit, show sumthin...
Champagne and e-z widers....presidential view
[Verse 1]
I keeps it real nothin like you actors do joints I flick,
Bong raps I kicks all cant rips this off tag on your matress fool,
You rather b hi this that shit bitch now u in the presence of the fly
Luis cover my eyes
Not them 100 dollar ray bands fam these 675
Rap ass niggas tellin u lies runnin game sumthins money jus cant distguise
So y keepin it g is where I keep my pride
You a lame smoke some good wit a a cuple of niggas who ride
Look fella
Trees yella and jus by the smell you can tell us cronic I smoke my pockets on mozzerella
Your bitch here twistin up like propellas
Got my paper rite now we like white boy here they way they jelous,
[Chorus]
When we come we came to spend money we think it aint nothin thats why we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know,
Aint worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I aint got the time,
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side,
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know,
Flick this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, (oh, oh) now everywhere I go I flyyyy,
[Verse 2]
Most of my bitches use and abuse these niggas callin em makin em pay they dues
Spendin all your hard earned money on bags and shoes when all they need is kush and orange juice
Shit thats what I feed em, they download my songs watch my interviews and read em,
Treat her like u love her I fuck her once then I dont need her,
I'm playin I keep a couple of those skinnies that I hit up anytime I'm in they city shorty,
I aint on a sports team but ya nigga ballin, dont pick up my line less I see its money callin,
Jordan shorts by the pair and my sox is ralph lauren, and I got that dank from my nigga down new orleans,
Real as they come everyone of my niggas all in,
Niggas'll talk slick but me I'm gettin to the paper cuz they see us and act like they never hated
[Chorus]
Where we come we came to spend money we think it aint nothin thats y we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know,
Aint worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I aint got the time,
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side,
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know,
Flips this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, now everywhere I go I flyyyy,
... taylor gang in this bitch....e you a fool, big bags of kush, put a x in the middle, add the orange juice nigga...
Kush and orange juice nigga, I'm tryna use betta words...BEATCHH...germ on the boards,
This time around we want all the money, you niggas short changin, shit, show sumthin...
Champagne and e-z widers....presidential view
[Verse 1]
I keeps it real nothin like you actors do joints I flick,
Bong raps I kicks all cant rips this off tag on your matress fool,
You rather b hi this that shit bitch now u in the presence of the fly
Luis cover my eyes
Not them 100 dollar ray bands fam these 675
Rap ass niggas tellin u lies runnin game sumthins money jus cant distguise
So y keepin it g is where I keep my pride
You a lame smoke some good wit a a cuple of niggas who ride
Look fella
Trees yella and jus by the smell you can tell us cronic I smoke my pockets on mozzerella
Your bitch here twistin up like propellas
Got my paper rite now we like white boy here they way they jelous,
[Chorus]
When we come we came to spend money we think it aint nothin thats why we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know,
Aint worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I aint got the time,
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side,
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know,
Flick this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, (oh, oh) now everywhere I go I flyyyy,
[Verse 2]
Most of my bitches use and abuse these niggas callin em makin em pay they dues
Spendin all your hard earned money on bags and shoes when all they need is kush and orange juice
Shit thats what I feed em, they download my songs watch my interviews and read em,
Treat her like u love her I fuck her once then I dont need her,
I'm playin I keep a couple of those skinnies that I hit up anytime I'm in they city shorty,
I aint on a sports team but ya nigga ballin, dont pick up my line less I see its money callin,
Jordan shorts by the pair and my sox is ralph lauren, and I got that dank from my nigga down new orleans,
Real as they come everyone of my niggas all in,
Niggas'll talk slick but me I'm gettin to the paper cuz they see us and act like they never hated
[Chorus]
Where we come we came to spend money we think it aint nothin thats y we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know,
Aint worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I aint got the time,
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side,
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know,
Flips this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, now everywhere I go I flyyyy,
... taylor gang in this bitch....e you a fool, big bags of kush, put a x in the middle, add the orange juice nigga...
Skit 3 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
It's ya boy Mr. Easy Rider
Coming to you live on W.E.E.D.
And right now we got some Guerrilla pimpin shit
You know we highway pimpin these hoes
That's state to state fool
What chu know bout it?
Matter Fact
If you on a highway right now,
And a bitch owe you money
I need you to turn this shit up, roll you a nice joint, and check your paper fool
And this shit right here, is my nigga Big K.R.I.T.
Curren$y Tha hot Spitta
Yea
And my man, Young Wiz Khalifa
Coming to you live on W.E.E.D.
And right now we got some Guerrilla pimpin shit
You know we highway pimpin these hoes
That's state to state fool
What chu know bout it?
Matter Fact
If you on a highway right now,
And a bitch owe you money
I need you to turn this shit up, roll you a nice joint, and check your paper fool
And this shit right here, is my nigga Big K.R.I.T.
Curren$y Tha hot Spitta
Yea
And my man, Young Wiz Khalifa
Glass House lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Chorus (x2):]
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
If you ain't sup than you can fucked get your ass out.
[Verse]
That's digital situation critical
Hate to make it so blatant baby
But I ain't playing
Maybe you got me confused
With one of them other dudes.
I ain't none of them.
Under they breath mumbling.
Scared to tell them hoes what it is.
You put yourself in that position.
I chill with all that baller fishing
You fucked around and you caught a shark.
Cold heart, tear your feelings apart
I'm more focused on getting my rims powder coated
One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one
You just ibuprofen, what is you smoking?
I'm focused to growing they got you choking
The options open, you can hide with them suckers
Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucker!
[Chorus]
Straight stunting, sucker niggas I take from them.
They bitches that is, get up in the car with wiz
They know they going to bank something, ain't fronting.
Smoking off the eighth onion
Get it twisted because you see me on your computer screen
Thinking because you got wireless you get as high as us
Bitches leaving they lame niggas to ride with us
Planes over everything in the fly we trust.
This bottle smell is obvious
Than my connect come from cali
I'm good long as the money piling up
All the while I'm just quick lane pimping
Big Jane twisting
Walking how I talk it bitch that's Pittsburgh pimping.
[Chorus]
[Verse]
Yo I was candy coated, Bentley colored
Fifth? Fifth? Really made a
Killing with the bumper grill
Chandelier ceiling plush leaning
Is you fucking, is you sucking
I was wondering cause if not
Don't be pushing all my buttons in my cutless
Unless you cutting. Bitch I'm just saying
I ain't tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing
Troy shaking knocking pictures off the wall
Southern made call, 808 mean no draws
You got friends I fuck them all
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane.
Mississippi Pimp mouth piece frigid
Dolemite out of sight
Show you bright can you feel it shawty
[Chorus]
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
If you ain't sup than you can fucked get your ass out.
[Verse]
That's digital situation critical
Hate to make it so blatant baby
But I ain't playing
Maybe you got me confused
With one of them other dudes.
I ain't none of them.
Under they breath mumbling.
Scared to tell them hoes what it is.
You put yourself in that position.
I chill with all that baller fishing
You fucked around and you caught a shark.
Cold heart, tear your feelings apart
I'm more focused on getting my rims powder coated
One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one
You just ibuprofen, what is you smoking?
I'm focused to growing they got you choking
The options open, you can hide with them suckers
Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucker!
[Chorus]
Straight stunting, sucker niggas I take from them.
They bitches that is, get up in the car with wiz
They know they going to bank something, ain't fronting.
Smoking off the eighth onion
Get it twisted because you see me on your computer screen
Thinking because you got wireless you get as high as us
Bitches leaving they lame niggas to ride with us
Planes over everything in the fly we trust.
This bottle smell is obvious
Than my connect come from cali
I'm good long as the money piling up
All the while I'm just quick lane pimping
Big Jane twisting
Walking how I talk it bitch that's Pittsburgh pimping.
[Chorus]
[Verse]
Yo I was candy coated, Bentley colored
Fifth? Fifth? Really made a
Killing with the bumper grill
Chandelier ceiling plush leaning
Is you fucking, is you sucking
I was wondering cause if not
Don't be pushing all my buttons in my cutless
Unless you cutting. Bitch I'm just saying
I ain't tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing
Troy shaking knocking pictures off the wall
Southern made call, 808 mean no draws
You got friends I fuck them all
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane.
Mississippi Pimp mouth piece frigid
Dolemite out of sight
Show you bright can you feel it shawty
[Chorus]
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