O.N.I.F.C. lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
God damn, I'm rich as fuck, drunk as hell
Throwin' money, pick it up, life is good, live it up
How much for that bottle? put it on my tab
Hop out like a model all them foreign tags
Get so drunk and high, I'll have to call a cab
You won't end up giving it back if you had this for one night
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ooo, we in the club goin' bizzurk
My OG sippin' on that sizzurp
I mix the OG with the pizzurp
I O.D. spilled it on my shizurt
Drinking Bombay so I'm slizzered
My diamond chain lookin' like a blizzard
So many rings, my fingers startin' to hizzurt
If you didn't know me you'd swear I had that wizzork
And I'm from Pittsburgh
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll one then I'll light it, order one and I'll buy it
If it's green then I'll try it, too drunk then I'll drive
Don't know where I'm going, all I know is I'm flyin'
And that's as real as it gets, make you feel like you the shit for one night
God damn, I'm rich as fuck, drunk as hell
Throwin' money, pick it up, life is good, live it up
How much for that bottle? put it on my tab
Hop out like a model all them foreign tags
Get so drunk and high, I'll have to call a cab
You won't end up giving it back if you had this for one night
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ooo, we in the club goin' bizzurk
My OG sippin' on that sizzurp
I mix the OG with the pizzurp
I O.D. spilled it on my shizurt
Drinking Bombay so I'm slizzered
My diamond chain lookin' like a blizzard
So many rings, my fingers startin' to hizzurt
If you didn't know me you'd swear I had that wizzork
And I'm from Pittsburgh
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll one then I'll light it, order one and I'll buy it
If it's green then I'll try it, too drunk then I'll drive
Don't know where I'm going, all I know is I'm flyin'
And that's as real as it gets, make you feel like you the shit for one night
Work Hard, Play Hard lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
[Verse 1]
Diamonds all on my ring nigga
Gold watches, gold chain nigga
Hundred thou' on champagne nigga
Yeah my money insane nigga
Yeah I'm making it rain nigga
But I was just on the plane nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, it’s my time of year
If I'm in the club, I get a hundred stacks
I'm always rolling up so I get love for that
Them niggas stole my swag but I don't want it back
My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I'm onto that
You see it in my closet before it's on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii, now I'm goin' back
My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it's hard to think
Buy so many bottles it's gon' be hard to drink
But I'm still pourin' up and my family here and they rolling up so uh!
[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
[Verse 2]
Hop your pretty ass up in this fucking car
Bitch I'm out this world, girl you know I'm a star
Used to buying rounds but now we buy the bar
Last year they had to ask now they know who we are
Boss shit, walk in the building, I own shit
You can tell by who I'm on the phone with
Yeah nigga talking about grown shit
Niggas too busy jacking my swag
Need to fuck around, get your own shit
Get your own cars, get your own clothes
Get your own smoke, get your own bitch
You ain't reppin' my gang, get your own clique
[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is
[Verse 3]
Go hard
Make sure you do whatever is that you gotta do, that's your job
And niggas gon' hate but that's no prob'
So hey fuck 'em don't need nothing from 'em
Some niggas talking but the shit they claiming don't mean nothing
It's straight from Cali, that's what's in my joint that's what I'm puffin', OG
And been one since I was young enough to know that everybody was gonna know me
Most niggas don't see
[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
[Verse 1]
Diamonds all on my ring nigga
Gold watches, gold chain nigga
Hundred thou' on champagne nigga
Yeah my money insane nigga
Yeah I'm making it rain nigga
But I was just on the plane nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, it’s my time of year
If I'm in the club, I get a hundred stacks
I'm always rolling up so I get love for that
Them niggas stole my swag but I don't want it back
My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I'm onto that
You see it in my closet before it's on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii, now I'm goin' back
My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it's hard to think
Buy so many bottles it's gon' be hard to drink
But I'm still pourin' up and my family here and they rolling up so uh!
[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
[Verse 2]
Hop your pretty ass up in this fucking car
Bitch I'm out this world, girl you know I'm a star
Used to buying rounds but now we buy the bar
Last year they had to ask now they know who we are
Boss shit, walk in the building, I own shit
You can tell by who I'm on the phone with
Yeah nigga talking about grown shit
Niggas too busy jacking my swag
Need to fuck around, get your own shit
Get your own cars, get your own clothes
Get your own smoke, get your own bitch
You ain't reppin' my gang, get your own clique
[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is
[Verse 3]
Go hard
Make sure you do whatever is that you gotta do, that's your job
And niggas gon' hate but that's no prob'
So hey fuck 'em don't need nothing from 'em
Some niggas talking but the shit they claiming don't mean nothing
It's straight from Cali, that's what's in my joint that's what I'm puffin', OG
And been one since I was young enough to know that everybody was gonna know me
Most niggas don't see
[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Telescope lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. 50 Cent)
[Intro - Wiz Khalifa]
See that’s the good thing about my hair man
All I do is put water in that shit so I pull a joint out and it don’t be all greasy and oily
Turn up
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Your flow a dime a dozen
My flow you gotta love it
My city hot as fuck and
Came from the bottom of it
But not a product of it
Bitch all my rides are custom
Smoking my ganja public
I’m all about that money
Dress like everyday sunny
Rolling weed like a Marley
Smile like everything funny
But this industry shady
Most these niggas are crazy
Most of them quick to lose they soul, no if or a maybe
These nudies what I’m wearing
The truth is what you’re hearing
The bong is what I’m clearing
The kush is overbearing
Ferrari’s what I’m steering
I’m smoking while I’m driving
Keep looking in the mirror
Make sure no ones behind us
Cause niggas get jealous when your bank start to swell up
So much that people at the bank start to tell us
You need to have somebody bank for you fellas
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at them and look at me
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at them and look at me
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I paint a perfect picture, a perfect portrait
Poverty, robbery kill or be killed psychology
I shine just me and my nine
Screw you niggas 8 o clock sharp like this Columbine
Guess I’m one of a kind
I see you niggas soft when a shell hit your face
I hit your weight, that flip your coffin
Bitch get to walkin’, this sabrina’s orphan
I’m like the virus, the 38, the pop cyrus
Warriors I’m victorious
Come out to play, I mean right away
Shirt Ferrogamo, Emporio Armani drawers
Outlaw nigga break all kind of laws
It’s hard bottom line
Tie money, frozen time
AP Royal Oak
Kush smoke bag the coke
Push the dope, cut throat, so what
I cut throat and fuck with hoes
So I ain’t gotta say it’s time to go
She already know for sure when it’s time to go
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
See that’s the good thing about my hair man
All I do is put water in that shit so I pull a joint out and it don’t be all greasy and oily
Turn up
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Your flow a dime a dozen
My flow you gotta love it
My city hot as fuck and
Came from the bottom of it
But not a product of it
Bitch all my rides are custom
Smoking my ganja public
I’m all about that money
Dress like everyday sunny
Rolling weed like a Marley
Smile like everything funny
But this industry shady
Most these niggas are crazy
Most of them quick to lose they soul, no if or a maybe
These nudies what I’m wearing
The truth is what you’re hearing
The bong is what I’m clearing
The kush is overbearing
Ferrari’s what I’m steering
I’m smoking while I’m driving
Keep looking in the mirror
Make sure no ones behind us
Cause niggas get jealous when your bank start to swell up
So much that people at the bank start to tell us
You need to have somebody bank for you fellas
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at them and look at me
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at them and look at me
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I paint a perfect picture, a perfect portrait
Poverty, robbery kill or be killed psychology
I shine just me and my nine
Screw you niggas 8 o clock sharp like this Columbine
Guess I’m one of a kind
I see you niggas soft when a shell hit your face
I hit your weight, that flip your coffin
Bitch get to walkin’, this sabrina’s orphan
I’m like the virus, the 38, the pop cyrus
Warriors I’m victorious
Come out to play, I mean right away
Shirt Ferrogamo, Emporio Armani drawers
Outlaw nigga break all kind of laws
It’s hard bottom line
Tie money, frozen time
AP Royal Oak
Kush smoke bag the coke
Push the dope, cut throat, so what
I cut throat and fuck with hoes
So I ain’t gotta say it’s time to go
She already know for sure when it’s time to go
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Amber Ice lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Hook:]
Gettin' paid's just a regular thing to us
Cause if it ain't gettin' money, it's strange to us
And if you don't wanna smoke, you ain't gotta pay
Rolling up by myself trying to find a way
Floating away, floating away
Floating away, floating away
[Verse: Wiz Khalifa]
I, swear I got so high, last night I don't even remember goin to sleep
But I do know that these Louis's go in my feet
And the critics they feel how my lyrics do go over beats
Twenty-K shoppin' when dude go overseas
Smokin' weed in the most expensive suite
Even though we ain't supposed to be livin' anywhere close to these people
How they gon' hate on me, I got more bread than most of these people
Don't wish death on my enemies, I pour a toast for 'em
And keep positive energy and hella smoke for 'em
Bombay and high-grade liquor for my niggas
Never seen a ghost in person, now she ridin' in one
Never seen a ghost in person, cost me five figures
That's like fifty G's a person if you ridin' with us
To the sky's limits, Roll some weed, and get high with winners
My niggas eating when it's time for dinner
[Hook]
Gettin' paid's just a regular thing to us
Cause if it ain't gettin' money, it's strange to us
And if you don't wanna smoke, you ain't gotta pay
Rolling up by myself trying to find a way
Floating away, floating away
Floating away, floating away
[Verse: Wiz Khalifa]
I, swear I got so high, last night I don't even remember goin to sleep
But I do know that these Louis's go in my feet
And the critics they feel how my lyrics do go over beats
Twenty-K shoppin' when dude go overseas
Smokin' weed in the most expensive suite
Even though we ain't supposed to be livin' anywhere close to these people
How they gon' hate on me, I got more bread than most of these people
Don't wish death on my enemies, I pour a toast for 'em
And keep positive energy and hella smoke for 'em
Bombay and high-grade liquor for my niggas
Never seen a ghost in person, now she ridin' in one
Never seen a ghost in person, cost me five figures
That's like fifty G's a person if you ridin' with us
To the sky's limits, Roll some weed, and get high with winners
My niggas eating when it's time for dinner
[Hook]
California lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
I’mma smoke a trippy stick on this one
OG Hash oil
It's cool
Roll a joint, roll another one
When it’s all said and done
I’ll be at the top bitch
Cause I hustle a lot
Them cars, we pulling em off the lot
Don’t even test drive it before I cop
Just bordered a yacht
Or at the craps table in Vegas
The dealer saying how he admiring my watch
I’m placing my wager
Don't even care about how much paper I blow
Cuz how to get this money and stay on
A couple things that I know
I’m blowing that stink by the O
My weed so strong I swear to god you would think it’s cologne
I go anywhere in the world and just make it my home
Staying at the highest level but I didn’t make it alone
Now that my money right them suckers keep thinking I’m wrong
But I’m just switching lanes, foot off the brake and I’m gone
If you ain’t talking money homie, you can’t get a call
Cause this a motherfuckin life that you can’t live at all
I’m getting high while I drive, I ain’t thinking of y’all
[Hook]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas..
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas..
Still rolling weed on my XXL
Only difference is that’s me on the cover
Once in a while call my little sister and tell her I love her
Cause shit can get crazy in this industry
most your friends become your enemies
That’s why I stay down with the ones that’s been with me
The niggas who started and they down to ride to the end with me
Make sure the positive energy keep flowing
All the weed keep rolling and
All of us gone get high, off the sky
We gonna keep from falling
Niggas keep hating, but baby I’mma keep ballin
A lot of y'all turn fakers you found out what I make on
Now I’m buying a steak on
Going on private island vacations
Flying on private planes
I’m cool with the pilot, he let me roll something
Put on a movie, let my girl watch it
At the dealer high looking, at Ferrari options
Just an everyday life, when you young and bossin’
[Hook]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas....
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas....
OG Hash oil
It's cool
Roll a joint, roll another one
When it’s all said and done
I’ll be at the top bitch
Cause I hustle a lot
Them cars, we pulling em off the lot
Don’t even test drive it before I cop
Just bordered a yacht
Or at the craps table in Vegas
The dealer saying how he admiring my watch
I’m placing my wager
Don't even care about how much paper I blow
Cuz how to get this money and stay on
A couple things that I know
I’m blowing that stink by the O
My weed so strong I swear to god you would think it’s cologne
I go anywhere in the world and just make it my home
Staying at the highest level but I didn’t make it alone
Now that my money right them suckers keep thinking I’m wrong
But I’m just switching lanes, foot off the brake and I’m gone
If you ain’t talking money homie, you can’t get a call
Cause this a motherfuckin life that you can’t live at all
I’m getting high while I drive, I ain’t thinking of y’all
[Hook]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas..
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas..
Still rolling weed on my XXL
Only difference is that’s me on the cover
Once in a while call my little sister and tell her I love her
Cause shit can get crazy in this industry
most your friends become your enemies
That’s why I stay down with the ones that’s been with me
The niggas who started and they down to ride to the end with me
Make sure the positive energy keep flowing
All the weed keep rolling and
All of us gone get high, off the sky
We gonna keep from falling
Niggas keep hating, but baby I’mma keep ballin
A lot of y'all turn fakers you found out what I make on
Now I’m buying a steak on
Going on private island vacations
Flying on private planes
I’m cool with the pilot, he let me roll something
Put on a movie, let my girl watch it
At the dealer high looking, at Ferrari options
Just an everyday life, when you young and bossin’
[Hook]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas....
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas....
Mia Wallace lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Wake up to the cleanin' lady knockin' and shit
I close the door so I can bake up
Cause yesterday we, partied the night away, stumbled in close to four
Room full of expensive bags, still all the shit on the floor
But that's just how you live when your wife's a model
Smoke a pound soon as we touch down, do the same thing twice tomorrow
Not to mention what I spend in the club, nigga don't need a price the bottle
I promise my weed exotic, all my tree is fire, when you see me I'm just
[Hook:]
Floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Down the street, pound a beat, I smoke a pound of weed
Heard about it, don't believe, come to my house and see
I'll be high, I'll be somewhere where them ounces be
California kush, New York smokin' sour D
Detroit bubba kush, ATL is OG
Ask my nigga Berner, err'body know me
Out in Amsterdam, Wizzle smokin' overseas
I'm gon' hit this bong for anyone who smoke trees!
[Hook]
Wake up to the cleanin' lady knockin' and shit
I close the door so I can bake up
Cause yesterday we, partied the night away, stumbled in close to four
Room full of expensive bags, still all the shit on the floor
But that's just how you live when your wife's a model
Smoke a pound soon as we touch down, do the same thing twice tomorrow
Not to mention what I spend in the club, nigga don't need a price the bottle
I promise my weed exotic, all my tree is fire, when you see me I'm just
[Hook:]
Floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Down the street, pound a beat, I smoke a pound of weed
Heard about it, don't believe, come to my house and see
I'll be high, I'll be somewhere where them ounces be
California kush, New York smokin' sour D
Detroit bubba kush, ATL is OG
Ask my nigga Berner, err'body know me
Out in Amsterdam, Wizzle smokin' overseas
I'm gon' hit this bong for anyone who smoke trees!
[Hook]
Guilty Conscience lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh
I'm higher than a plane and I don't wanna land
Every time I speak I see a hundred grand
Rollin' so much weed it's like the motherland
I ain't talkin' English, I'm talkin' rubber bands
Jacksons, Franklins, either one of them
You ain't talkin' paper, dawg, so you don't understand
Spazzin' on these niggas bitch I'm goin' ham
Taxin' all these niggas call me Uncle Sam
Rappin' got me on the beach relaxin'
Smokin' OG by the LB now the O's just filled with ashes
And niggas keep on hatin', I just roll one get my cash
And hear 'em talk bout what they gon' do
But I know that ain't gon' happen
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
When you think of a gang of real niggas spendin' money
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who came in here bought anything they wanted
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of some niggas who gon' get it how they live
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who really out here doin' it big
Then you thinkin' bout us
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I roll 'em faster than a train and I don't wanna stop
Niggas say "need a verse", they 50 grand a pop
Smokin' on the best, graded at the top
Finish up another tour and buy another watch
Fly new plane, board another yacht
Do another show, I'm out here gettin' paid
But you will never know
My cheese so long, my weed so strong, think I'mma overdose
Uhhh man I'm baggin' it, empty a bag now I'm packin' it
Try turn down but I can't get it
I'mma roll one, pass it around til everybody in the room can't finish
You a fuck nigga so you can't hit it
Ball so hard that you can't win it
So much money bank can't fit it
Had my own style til you ran wit it
OG kush I'm the man wit it
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
When you think of a gang of real niggas spendin' money
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who came in here bought anything they wanted
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of some niggas who gon' get it how they live
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who really out here doin' it big
Then you thinkin' bout us
I Love You Baby...
Uh
I'm higher than a plane and I don't wanna land
Every time I speak I see a hundred grand
Rollin' so much weed it's like the motherland
I ain't talkin' English, I'm talkin' rubber bands
Jacksons, Franklins, either one of them
You ain't talkin' paper, dawg, so you don't understand
Spazzin' on these niggas bitch I'm goin' ham
Taxin' all these niggas call me Uncle Sam
Rappin' got me on the beach relaxin'
Smokin' OG by the LB now the O's just filled with ashes
And niggas keep on hatin', I just roll one get my cash
And hear 'em talk bout what they gon' do
But I know that ain't gon' happen
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
When you think of a gang of real niggas spendin' money
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who came in here bought anything they wanted
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of some niggas who gon' get it how they live
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who really out here doin' it big
Then you thinkin' bout us
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I roll 'em faster than a train and I don't wanna stop
Niggas say "need a verse", they 50 grand a pop
Smokin' on the best, graded at the top
Finish up another tour and buy another watch
Fly new plane, board another yacht
Do another show, I'm out here gettin' paid
But you will never know
My cheese so long, my weed so strong, think I'mma overdose
Uhhh man I'm baggin' it, empty a bag now I'm packin' it
Try turn down but I can't get it
I'mma roll one, pass it around til everybody in the room can't finish
You a fuck nigga so you can't hit it
Ball so hard that you can't win it
So much money bank can't fit it
Had my own style til you ran wit it
OG kush I'm the man wit it
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
When you think of a gang of real niggas spendin' money
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who came in here bought anything they wanted
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of some niggas who gon' get it how they live
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who really out here doin' it big
Then you thinkin' bout us
I Love You Baby...
Mary 3x lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Verse 1:]
Like me be smoking while I'm driving
Getting higher than the Bee gees, sayin' we both just stayin' alive an' (stayin' alive an')
Watching the time go by (time go by), climbing (climbing)
Told you I did enough hash, to make a mountain (make a mountain)
And you could sit right on your ass (right on your), doubting (doubting)
While I'm somewhere rolling up grass, going up where the clouds is (clouds is)
Some niggas say they get so high that I ain't fuckin' with' em'
I say if them niggas ain't get that high then I ain't fuckin' with' em'
Doing nothing with' em, rolling up or puffin with em'
Going on the road, doing shows or getting duckies with' em' (duckies with' em')
I been smoking in my pictures since myspace
You niggas extra-curricular, bitch I fly straight
[Bridge:]
Some niggas try that shit for nothing, but I just tell em' to do what they do (do what they do)
So many niggas went down the wrong road, so homie you can too (you can too)
Just give me weed and my joint and I ain't need it for nothing homie I'm straight (homie I'm straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I'm ever going I'm not going the same way
[Hook:]
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
[Verse 2:]
Niggas like me be smoking while I'm rappin'
And my homies smoke like I smoke so we both just make it happen (just make it happen)
Say they be smoking, they be acting
Cause you ain't yet really smoked unless you smoked one with the captain (with the captain)
High as fuck, choked up in my cabin, got some OG from a fan and it was rolled up in a napkin (in a napkin)
So we Taylored, all my niggas smoke papers, never smokin that bullshit with them fucked up names of them flavours (flavours)
I remember puttin weed in my videos, niggas thought I was insane (insane, insane)
Now every time I turn on the video, I see the exact same thing
Cause niggas ain't original, niggas ain't cool
You niggas ain't got it naw, you niggas ain't you
That shit is a problem for a nigga who can't lose
The homie I gotta ball, it's something you can't do
So suckas hate
[Bridge:]
Some niggas try that shit for nothing, but I just tell em' to do what they do (do what they do)
So many niggas went down the wrong road, so homie you can too (you can too, too, too)
Just give me weed and my joint and I ain't need it for nothing homie I'm straight (homie I'm straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I'm ever going I'm not going the same way
[Hook:]
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
Like me be smoking while I'm driving
Getting higher than the Bee gees, sayin' we both just stayin' alive an' (stayin' alive an')
Watching the time go by (time go by), climbing (climbing)
Told you I did enough hash, to make a mountain (make a mountain)
And you could sit right on your ass (right on your), doubting (doubting)
While I'm somewhere rolling up grass, going up where the clouds is (clouds is)
Some niggas say they get so high that I ain't fuckin' with' em'
I say if them niggas ain't get that high then I ain't fuckin' with' em'
Doing nothing with' em, rolling up or puffin with em'
Going on the road, doing shows or getting duckies with' em' (duckies with' em')
I been smoking in my pictures since myspace
You niggas extra-curricular, bitch I fly straight
[Bridge:]
Some niggas try that shit for nothing, but I just tell em' to do what they do (do what they do)
So many niggas went down the wrong road, so homie you can too (you can too)
Just give me weed and my joint and I ain't need it for nothing homie I'm straight (homie I'm straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I'm ever going I'm not going the same way
[Hook:]
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
[Verse 2:]
Niggas like me be smoking while I'm rappin'
And my homies smoke like I smoke so we both just make it happen (just make it happen)
Say they be smoking, they be acting
Cause you ain't yet really smoked unless you smoked one with the captain (with the captain)
High as fuck, choked up in my cabin, got some OG from a fan and it was rolled up in a napkin (in a napkin)
So we Taylored, all my niggas smoke papers, never smokin that bullshit with them fucked up names of them flavours (flavours)
I remember puttin weed in my videos, niggas thought I was insane (insane, insane)
Now every time I turn on the video, I see the exact same thing
Cause niggas ain't original, niggas ain't cool
You niggas ain't got it naw, you niggas ain't you
That shit is a problem for a nigga who can't lose
The homie I gotta ball, it's something you can't do
So suckas hate
[Bridge:]
Some niggas try that shit for nothing, but I just tell em' to do what they do (do what they do)
So many niggas went down the wrong road, so homie you can too (you can too, too, too)
Just give me weed and my joint and I ain't need it for nothing homie I'm straight (homie I'm straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I'm ever going I'm not going the same way
[Hook:]
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
O.N.I.F.C. lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
God damn, I'm rich as fuck, drunk as hell
Throwin' money, pick it up, life is good, live it up
How much for that bottle? put it on my tab
Hop out like a model all them foreign tags
Get so drunk and high, I'll have to call a cab
You won't end up giving it back if you had this for one night
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ooo, we in the club goin' bizzurk
My OG sippin' on that sizzurp
I mix the OG with the pizzurp
I O.D. spilled it on my shizurt
Drinking Bombay so I'm slizzered
My diamond chain lookin' like a blizzard
So many rings, my fingers startin' to hizzurt
If you didn't know me you'd swear I had that wizzork
And I'm from Pittsburgh
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll one then I'll light it, order one and I'll buy it
If it's green then I'll try it, too drunk then I'll drive
Don't know where I'm going, all I know is I'm flyin'
And that's as real as it gets, make you feel like you the shit for one night
God damn, I'm rich as fuck, drunk as hell
Throwin' money, pick it up, life is good, live it up
How much for that bottle? put it on my tab
Hop out like a model all them foreign tags
Get so drunk and high, I'll have to call a cab
You won't end up giving it back if you had this for one night
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ooo, we in the club goin' bizzurk
My OG sippin' on that sizzurp
I mix the OG with the pizzurp
I O.D. spilled it on my shizurt
Drinking Bombay so I'm slizzered
My diamond chain lookin' like a blizzard
So many rings, my fingers startin' to hizzurt
If you didn't know me you'd swear I had that wizzork
And I'm from Pittsburgh
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll one then I'll light it, order one and I'll buy it
If it's green then I'll try it, too drunk then I'll drive
Don't know where I'm going, all I know is I'm flyin'
And that's as real as it gets, make you feel like you the shit for one night
Nameless lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)
Lifestyle of the rich and famous
While I'm rich and Famous
If you don't your Nameless
Yeah.... 84 that 3 in a pot
These niggas jealous I'm something they not
Its all good shit I expected that
Shit I been sleep since I lifted off where we left at
Yeah its cool to you
But its what we deserve
Needle on the track, I'm dope
You niggas got some nerv
Thats drug talk
88 volvos
Gold bbs man rip macho
Shit where I'm from even kids know da call
Hit it with some ice
Just to cool it off
I was working up on that corner like I had a job
Up in that corner serving I ain't have a prob
I still feel like I'm sleepin
With all of this happenin
Am I dreaming
But shit I'm high and I'm wide awake
And wat I want I can afford
Ain't that an escape
Life styles of the rich and famous
While I'm rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don't your nameless
Uh.... talking raw papers and long leathers
Niggah my drawer fill with couture texters
Killing these niggahs bring more stretchers
Amazed at how I'm in that new
Mason martin margela
With my team
Where my car dealer
Smoking big green I'm talking godzilla
You talking money then you sound familiar
The suite wasn't big enough fo me
I bought the villa
The whip was sick enough
I went and got the ill one
Your tree wasn't enogh good thing
I brought some killa
Bitch I'm the king and all my team
Is loyal niggas
My wifes a queen with diamond rings
And full of chinchillas
And I was raised with niggas
With get money intentions
Lot of young niggas gettin made
But I'm the realist
Give a fuck about if a niggah hatin
My dollar accumulation
My only motivation
Life styles of the rich and famous
While I'm rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don't your nameless
Life styles of the rich and famous
While I'm rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don't your nameless
While I'm rich and Famous
If you don't your Nameless
Yeah.... 84 that 3 in a pot
These niggas jealous I'm something they not
Its all good shit I expected that
Shit I been sleep since I lifted off where we left at
Yeah its cool to you
But its what we deserve
Needle on the track, I'm dope
You niggas got some nerv
Thats drug talk
88 volvos
Gold bbs man rip macho
Shit where I'm from even kids know da call
Hit it with some ice
Just to cool it off
I was working up on that corner like I had a job
Up in that corner serving I ain't have a prob
I still feel like I'm sleepin
With all of this happenin
Am I dreaming
But shit I'm high and I'm wide awake
And wat I want I can afford
Ain't that an escape
Life styles of the rich and famous
While I'm rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don't your nameless
Uh.... talking raw papers and long leathers
Niggah my drawer fill with couture texters
Killing these niggahs bring more stretchers
Amazed at how I'm in that new
Mason martin margela
With my team
Where my car dealer
Smoking big green I'm talking godzilla
You talking money then you sound familiar
The suite wasn't big enough fo me
I bought the villa
The whip was sick enough
I went and got the ill one
Your tree wasn't enogh good thing
I brought some killa
Bitch I'm the king and all my team
Is loyal niggas
My wifes a queen with diamond rings
And full of chinchillas
And I was raised with niggas
With get money intentions
Lot of young niggas gettin made
But I'm the realist
Give a fuck about if a niggah hatin
My dollar accumulation
My only motivation
Life styles of the rich and famous
While I'm rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don't your nameless
Life styles of the rich and famous
While I'm rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don't your nameless
Never Been Part II lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Amber Rose & Rick Ross)
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it’s a lot
Really it’s not to me, now grab some of this weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up, cause all these niggas slow
I probably won’t be up in there if I ain’t got an O
Now I got my feet up cause I’m on top and niggas hoping that I stop
But I’m just smoking, living life like in the movies that I watch
In my Jacuzzi roll another doobie
See what’s new what’s on Netflix, order another movie
See I’m smoking the best shit
Ma’fuckers ain’t balling, so they’re seeing the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I’m up next
Dawg I be going so hard, some say I’m needing some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs, it ain’t supposed to be on my chest
And niggas talk but don’t even be on them jets
Man they don’t even seeing them checks
But you can tell by how I spit it, nigga I be getting dough
Take her all the places that she never been befo’
[Hook: Amber Rose]
(Don’t give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I’ve never been, this far
And fuck that other shit that niggas talking ’bout
I’ve never been, this high
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m in my Grand Natty, smoking on that granddaddy
It got an odor like a motor running, fantastic
Never the minor things, I’m moving on to finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings, Balmain designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves, moving like the mob
I’m getting money, so maybe baby come get a job
So fuck them other bitches, we onto other business
And fuck them other niggas, we at them dollar figures
Versace chains, gold rollies, it’s same game
Racked up, shawty, Rosé bottles every day
Sipping that purple stuff, twisting the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari, this bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches, another crook in the castle
Only fuck with my niggas, pray we all living lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
[Hook: Amber Rose]
Hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it’s a lot
Really it’s not to me, now grab some of this weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up, cause all these niggas slow
I probably won’t be up in there if I ain’t got an O
Now I got my feet up cause I’m on top and niggas hoping that I stop
But I’m just smoking, living life like in the movies that I watch
In my Jacuzzi roll another doobie
See what’s new what’s on Netflix, order another movie
See I’m smoking the best shit
Ma’fuckers ain’t balling, so they’re seeing the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I’m up next
Dawg I be going so hard, some say I’m needing some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs, it ain’t supposed to be on my chest
And niggas talk but don’t even be on them jets
Man they don’t even seeing them checks
But you can tell by how I spit it, nigga I be getting dough
Take her all the places that she never been befo’
[Hook: Amber Rose]
(Don’t give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I’ve never been, this far
And fuck that other shit that niggas talking ’bout
I’ve never been, this high
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m in my Grand Natty, smoking on that granddaddy
It got an odor like a motor running, fantastic
Never the minor things, I’m moving on to finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings, Balmain designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves, moving like the mob
I’m getting money, so maybe baby come get a job
So fuck them other bitches, we onto other business
And fuck them other niggas, we at them dollar figures
Versace chains, gold rollies, it’s same game
Racked up, shawty, Rosé bottles every day
Sipping that purple stuff, twisting the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari, this bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches, another crook in the castle
Only fuck with my niggas, pray we all living lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
[Hook: Amber Rose]
The Cruise lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Does anybody have regular size papers out there?
King size? I'll use those
[Hook:]
Got the windows down, radio's on
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
You got it all, well at least you think you do
When it's time to ball, niggas better think of you
You see the life you wanna live on TV and wanna be a part of it
Spend every night just popping bottles, pouring drinks in VIP, and you love it
The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, don't worry, that's just how the game go
The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, but I'm just singin' the same note, playin' the same song
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
You got it all, well at least they think you do (woo, yeah)
When they say workin' hard, man, they better think of you
Cause all these plaques, nigga, that's because of it
Wouldn't have shit if it wasn't for it
Smokin' on medicinal, spraying ozium to try cover it
In the game playin' hard, but I'm just in the game, I ain't in love with it
Y'all niggas tryin' to get famous, a nigga like me tryin' to get fuckin' rich
Fuckin' rich, fuckin' rich, broke ass niggas can't fuck with this
Fuck a deal, when it goes down, got a hundred mill on my fuckin' list
Y'all niggas gon' keep on hatin' but we ain't gonna stop then
You'll catch me in somethin' foreign and the top gon' be droppin'
[Hook]
King size? I'll use those
[Hook:]
Got the windows down, radio's on
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
You got it all, well at least you think you do
When it's time to ball, niggas better think of you
You see the life you wanna live on TV and wanna be a part of it
Spend every night just popping bottles, pouring drinks in VIP, and you love it
The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, don't worry, that's just how the game go
The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, but I'm just singin' the same note, playin' the same song
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
You got it all, well at least they think you do (woo, yeah)
When they say workin' hard, man, they better think of you
Cause all these plaques, nigga, that's because of it
Wouldn't have shit if it wasn't for it
Smokin' on medicinal, spraying ozium to try cover it
In the game playin' hard, but I'm just in the game, I ain't in love with it
Y'all niggas tryin' to get famous, a nigga like me tryin' to get fuckin' rich
Fuckin' rich, fuckin' rich, broke ass niggas can't fuck with this
Fuck a deal, when it goes down, got a hundred mill on my fuckin' list
Y'all niggas gon' keep on hatin' but we ain't gonna stop then
You'll catch me in somethin' foreign and the top gon' be droppin'
[Hook]
Rowland lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Smoke DZA)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Rolling up a seal blowin up but still
Going hard on my job like I ain't sitting on a mill
Now filet mignon come with every meal
I swear to God that I'm so high feel like I'm going up a hill
Car marijuana coded
Paid 250000 for it still hop in that thing ride like its stolen
I'm talking vacation out and island resorting
I made eleven million nigga without any endorsements
Took the niggas out I was out on the porch with
To Saint Tropes to race them in Audis and Porsches
Bentleys and rolls plenty of smoke
Thousands for weed Vendis for clothes
I remember I couldn't get shit back then when I was broke
Now that I'm rich everythings for the loke
So I could give a fuck bout what they saying
Cause they wasn't with me way back in the day when a nigga was just
[Hook x2]
Macking Hanging
Rowland Getting that paper
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
We living life shit the bud is never ending
Kush God Bob Marley on my pendant
You know that low is the life that I'm living
Ralph Lauren always keep a nigga spending word
I cant lie its the truth a stack for these joints
Five hundred a pull double R L don't do shrooms
That ain't for me
Getting money killing shows in the home of the maple leaf
These rap niggas live in a land of make believe
Jiminy Cricket ass niggas and cool enough to fool with us
Nah pool tables get played in back haters play the side door
Jet life taylor gang what you ride for
We keeping the ends competition is slim
In case you looking for them niggas have no fear we are them
Corner the market getting money Rolling Stone
Young Khalifa rugby rolls right
[Hook x2]
Macking Hanging
Rowland Getting that paper
Rolling up a seal blowin up but still
Going hard on my job like I ain't sitting on a mill
Now filet mignon come with every meal
I swear to God that I'm so high feel like I'm going up a hill
Car marijuana coded
Paid 250000 for it still hop in that thing ride like its stolen
I'm talking vacation out and island resorting
I made eleven million nigga without any endorsements
Took the niggas out I was out on the porch with
To Saint Tropes to race them in Audis and Porsches
Bentleys and rolls plenty of smoke
Thousands for weed Vendis for clothes
I remember I couldn't get shit back then when I was broke
Now that I'm rich everythings for the loke
So I could give a fuck bout what they saying
Cause they wasn't with me way back in the day when a nigga was just
[Hook x2]
Macking Hanging
Rowland Getting that paper
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
We living life shit the bud is never ending
Kush God Bob Marley on my pendant
You know that low is the life that I'm living
Ralph Lauren always keep a nigga spending word
I cant lie its the truth a stack for these joints
Five hundred a pull double R L don't do shrooms
That ain't for me
Getting money killing shows in the home of the maple leaf
These rap niggas live in a land of make believe
Jiminy Cricket ass niggas and cool enough to fool with us
Nah pool tables get played in back haters play the side door
Jet life taylor gang what you ride for
We keeping the ends competition is slim
In case you looking for them niggas have no fear we are them
Corner the market getting money Rolling Stone
Young Khalifa rugby rolls right
[Hook x2]
Macking Hanging
Rowland Getting that paper
My Favorite Song lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)
[Hook:]
When the song come on I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money to
When the song come on I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money to
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Highly faded but I'm highly paid, I just live my life
That shit you niggas trying to do
I guarantee I did it twice
They say life's a gamble, hit my joint and roll the dice
When you living this high, you can't be afraid of heights
Book my flight to vegas well, 20 tho to stay the night
Another 10 on champagne, my money long I pay the price
Tired of niggas saying they in my game cause dawg we ain't alike
I'm throwing money, when I walk up in this bitch, they know it's money
Money in my arms, another tables full of money
Pockets full of joints I rolled
Dropping ashes on my clothes (clothes)
Balling super hard, smoking till I over dose
Hardly ever sober bitch, we party till it's over
[Hook:]
When the song come on I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money to
When the song come on I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money to
Niggas always hatin' on me, talking bout "I'm balling too"
Get your money up and quit your hating's what you oughta do
I been going hard since I was younger
When I was in my teens I knew when I got older I'll be on some now I do my things
Spending money, popping hella bottles, making niggas mad
Going places, rolling J's, I live the life you wish you had
Throwing up dollar bills, puttin shit on my tab
Got a joint full of that OG
Got a clip full of them OG's
[Juicy J:]
Trippy nigga hit the club, you know I be fucked up
Chasing after the model chicks, trying to get my fucks up
Niggas handcuffing hoes, but them niggas know what's up
Y'all came to the club together, but that hoe gonna leave with us
Break at the blue dream, everybody rolling up
Hold the lean, hold the cups, hold it down then pour it up
Tell the owner we ain't leaving, we gonna buy the whole club
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Now my dollars to the ceiling and my card aint got no limit
[Hook:]
When the song come on I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money to
When the song come on I'm spending money
There's something I can spend some money to... [fade to end]
When the song come on I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money to
When the song come on I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money to
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Highly faded but I'm highly paid, I just live my life
That shit you niggas trying to do
I guarantee I did it twice
They say life's a gamble, hit my joint and roll the dice
When you living this high, you can't be afraid of heights
Book my flight to vegas well, 20 tho to stay the night
Another 10 on champagne, my money long I pay the price
Tired of niggas saying they in my game cause dawg we ain't alike
I'm throwing money, when I walk up in this bitch, they know it's money
Money in my arms, another tables full of money
Pockets full of joints I rolled
Dropping ashes on my clothes (clothes)
Balling super hard, smoking till I over dose
Hardly ever sober bitch, we party till it's over
[Hook:]
When the song come on I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money to
When the song come on I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money to
Niggas always hatin' on me, talking bout "I'm balling too"
Get your money up and quit your hating's what you oughta do
I been going hard since I was younger
When I was in my teens I knew when I got older I'll be on some now I do my things
Spending money, popping hella bottles, making niggas mad
Going places, rolling J's, I live the life you wish you had
Throwing up dollar bills, puttin shit on my tab
Got a joint full of that OG
Got a clip full of them OG's
[Juicy J:]
Trippy nigga hit the club, you know I be fucked up
Chasing after the model chicks, trying to get my fucks up
Niggas handcuffing hoes, but them niggas know what's up
Y'all came to the club together, but that hoe gonna leave with us
Break at the blue dream, everybody rolling up
Hold the lean, hold the cups, hold it down then pour it up
Tell the owner we ain't leaving, we gonna buy the whole club
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Now my dollars to the ceiling and my card aint got no limit
[Hook:]
When the song come on I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money to
When the song come on I'm spending money
There's something I can spend some money to... [fade to end]
T.A.P. lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)
[Hook x4:]
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
Nothin but gin in my trippy cup, pouring more, I can't get enough
Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff, I break it down and it lifts me up
So much shining, so much diamonds, all that there comes from so much grindin
So much weed up in my lungs, I'm in the air, I'm somewhere flyin
In your town I cop me a pound, show me one and I'll roll one
All my niggas straight drug addicts cause it takes one for you to know one
Bake somethin and never hold none, young niggas with some old lungs
Catch me out at your college campus, weed rolled with a cold one
Outside with my new car, my Chally parked by my old one
Got a couple of rollies dawg, but I'm usually rocking a gold one
Catching flight on them private planes, Ferrari doors I close 'em
Don't talk a mil, you ain't sold one, don't talk a pound, you ain't smoked one
[Hook x4]
[Juicy J]
Smokin and sippin while watching hoes strippin
Poppin and rollin, I'm chieffin this potent
Dope by my side with the pistol and chopper
Got from my bitch and she get from her mama
Talking like this, I be walking like this
Sold a few hoes and I bought a new bitch
Taylor Gang niggas the number one chieffas
Smokin on [?] louder than speakers
Mix with the hash, dip in the lean blue dream, I'm a fucking fiend
Standing on Fairfax getting smoked out with them niggas from Supreme
Trippy sticks bong rips blunt, bitch I'm down to do whatever
She wanna pop a molly man, Juicy J gon' fuckin let her
For a stronger strain I'm spending bands, this ain't no reggie
When it's 'bout this gettin' high, ain't nothin you can tell me
Xanax bars, beans and syrup, that's my trippy kit
I'm like a pimp in the club working your bitch
[Hook x4]
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
Nothin but gin in my trippy cup, pouring more, I can't get enough
Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff, I break it down and it lifts me up
So much shining, so much diamonds, all that there comes from so much grindin
So much weed up in my lungs, I'm in the air, I'm somewhere flyin
In your town I cop me a pound, show me one and I'll roll one
All my niggas straight drug addicts cause it takes one for you to know one
Bake somethin and never hold none, young niggas with some old lungs
Catch me out at your college campus, weed rolled with a cold one
Outside with my new car, my Chally parked by my old one
Got a couple of rollies dawg, but I'm usually rocking a gold one
Catching flight on them private planes, Ferrari doors I close 'em
Don't talk a mil, you ain't sold one, don't talk a pound, you ain't smoked one
[Hook x4]
[Juicy J]
Smokin and sippin while watching hoes strippin
Poppin and rollin, I'm chieffin this potent
Dope by my side with the pistol and chopper
Got from my bitch and she get from her mama
Talking like this, I be walking like this
Sold a few hoes and I bought a new bitch
Taylor Gang niggas the number one chieffas
Smokin on [?] louder than speakers
Mix with the hash, dip in the lean blue dream, I'm a fucking fiend
Standing on Fairfax getting smoked out with them niggas from Supreme
Trippy sticks bong rips blunt, bitch I'm down to do whatever
She wanna pop a molly man, Juicy J gon' fuckin let her
For a stronger strain I'm spending bands, this ain't no reggie
When it's 'bout this gettin' high, ain't nothin you can tell me
Xanax bars, beans and syrup, that's my trippy kit
I'm like a pimp in the club working your bitch
[Hook x4]
The Code lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J, Lola Monroe & Chevy Woods)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Cash in the bag twirlin up hash
Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask
Weed on repeat up all night
Cash always leak got hoes all tight
Live and you burn, grind and you earn
Bitch I'm on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin' up money flippin' it too
Y'all ain't heard me but the benjamin's do
I'm bouncin' through the club like tigger
I'm a hit the dope, I'm a hit the liquor
Nigga get wrong I'm a hit a nigga
Take a nigga bitch home and I'm a hit her
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Reppin' Tgod
All these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Reppin' Tgod
All these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Lil' Homie that's Taylor, Taylor Taylor
[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
Bitch I'm taylored ain't na ho cut from the same cloth
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain't safe and I'm comin' for the spot
Snatchin' all wigs bitch I'm coming for the top
Put a run up on trip how I run up in the shots
Queen Roe, I don't see nothin' but the gwap
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
All my money I'm a get it soon as I get it I'm a spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin' that marijuana in it
Takin' the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin' it smokin' it all to me ain't no savin' it
Fuck with them pods plus seeds so no shakin' it
[Verse 4: Chevy Woods]
Uh, fuck these niggas they ain't really bout that
Look I know what these niggas these niggas all rap
What they know about nights that they never come back
But he two shot now shells all in the mac
On the top will never see none of that fall back
7-11 homie don't get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam you know I rep that
And we gettin' bake on anywhere the bread at
[Hook 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
That's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Lil' Homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Cash in the bag twirlin up hash
Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask
Weed on repeat up all night
Cash always leak got hoes all tight
Live and you burn, grind and you earn
Bitch I'm on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin' up money flippin' it too
Y'all ain't heard me but the benjamin's do
I'm bouncin' through the club like tigger
I'm a hit the dope, I'm a hit the liquor
Nigga get wrong I'm a hit a nigga
Take a nigga bitch home and I'm a hit her
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Reppin' Tgod
All these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Reppin' Tgod
All these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Lil' Homie that's Taylor, Taylor Taylor
[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
Bitch I'm taylored ain't na ho cut from the same cloth
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain't safe and I'm comin' for the spot
Snatchin' all wigs bitch I'm coming for the top
Put a run up on trip how I run up in the shots
Queen Roe, I don't see nothin' but the gwap
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
All my money I'm a get it soon as I get it I'm a spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin' that marijuana in it
Takin' the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin' it smokin' it all to me ain't no savin' it
Fuck with them pods plus seeds so no shakin' it
[Verse 4: Chevy Woods]
Uh, fuck these niggas they ain't really bout that
Look I know what these niggas these niggas all rap
What they know about nights that they never come back
But he two shot now shells all in the mac
On the top will never see none of that fall back
7-11 homie don't get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam you know I rep that
And we gettin' bake on anywhere the bread at
[Hook 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
That's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Lil' Homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
The Grinder lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Uh, rolling up the grass, living badder than them niggas
That I used to look up to, I can show you how to come up
Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood
Where the weathers good and the parties always popping up or
Somebody be dropping off some trees
I mean I got enough to go around everything for the free so you ain't gotta
Smoke with me and my homies down to go at any one town and get this paper
I swear ain't nobody do me no favours
Twisting up the medicine, shitting on my competition
Easy part's forgetting, but the hardest part's to try forgiving
Niggas for mistaking me, or thinking as the one to wait up on
Cause I was young thought I was dumb
Nigga, what you made's a photographic memory
Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure
And my autograph is bigger to your nieces and your nephews
And those other ones not to mention your niggas
You caught 'em repping Taylor Gang with us
I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi taking pictures
I spark up a J and ask 'em if they wanna take one with us
Made man, ain't nobody make a nigga
'Bout to book a flight to Vegas, tryna take one with us
You niggas too small dawg, I'm thinking bigger
Critics comment on how I'm smoking weed and drinking liquor
On how I was nominated, but not the winner
But you should start counting on how much I made this year
Yeah nigga, I'm up in the air, nigga
And the shit that I got on cost some money to wear, nigga
Owner of the team, I ain't even a player, nigga
Four hours up, niggas ain't caring now it's getting dark for you niggas it ain't even fair, nigga
Blowing helladank, I mean so much I think it's growing out my hair
The weed is in the jar, the grinder is over there
That I used to look up to, I can show you how to come up
Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood
Where the weathers good and the parties always popping up or
Somebody be dropping off some trees
I mean I got enough to go around everything for the free so you ain't gotta
Smoke with me and my homies down to go at any one town and get this paper
I swear ain't nobody do me no favours
Twisting up the medicine, shitting on my competition
Easy part's forgetting, but the hardest part's to try forgiving
Niggas for mistaking me, or thinking as the one to wait up on
Cause I was young thought I was dumb
Nigga, what you made's a photographic memory
Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure
And my autograph is bigger to your nieces and your nephews
And those other ones not to mention your niggas
You caught 'em repping Taylor Gang with us
I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi taking pictures
I spark up a J and ask 'em if they wanna take one with us
Made man, ain't nobody make a nigga
'Bout to book a flight to Vegas, tryna take one with us
You niggas too small dawg, I'm thinking bigger
Critics comment on how I'm smoking weed and drinking liquor
On how I was nominated, but not the winner
But you should start counting on how much I made this year
Yeah nigga, I'm up in the air, nigga
And the shit that I got on cost some money to wear, nigga
Owner of the team, I ain't even a player, nigga
Four hours up, niggas ain't caring now it's getting dark for you niggas it ain't even fair, nigga
Blowing helladank, I mean so much I think it's growing out my hair
The weed is in the jar, the grinder is over there
Brainstorm lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
I'm cool with the new me
Some niggas told me they wish I'd
Go back to the old me
But don't even know me!
Cause I be on some rich nigga shit
Guess they comfortable with the broke me
Y'all flow by the OZ
But you knew that and all you niggas knew this jack
And now you muthafuckas owe me
Some people ask why I be low-key
Guess I'm too real for me to act
Like I'm your homie
A lot of niggas try to get involved
When they see you make it on your own
Yeah it's on, but they not as real
Cause when you got it all, something's gotta give
And we ain't talking if it's not about a dollar bill
[Hook:]
I got so many bills running through my mind...
Just drink and smoke, wanna flow, unwind...
Amazed how I get so much paper?
I'm more amazed how you could be such a hater!
Getting my lemonade squeezed fresh
No refrigerator touching my shit
Private island waiter chef-made
Wanna ride jet skis all day
Come home to bed already made for us
Niggas who's winning like it's the kind of name for us
Fucking champions cause we run the game, Forrest
[Hook]
Some niggas told me they wish I'd
Go back to the old me
But don't even know me!
Cause I be on some rich nigga shit
Guess they comfortable with the broke me
Y'all flow by the OZ
But you knew that and all you niggas knew this jack
And now you muthafuckas owe me
Some people ask why I be low-key
Guess I'm too real for me to act
Like I'm your homie
A lot of niggas try to get involved
When they see you make it on your own
Yeah it's on, but they not as real
Cause when you got it all, something's gotta give
And we ain't talking if it's not about a dollar bill
[Hook:]
I got so many bills running through my mind...
Just drink and smoke, wanna flow, unwind...
Amazed how I get so much paper?
I'm more amazed how you could be such a hater!
Getting my lemonade squeezed fresh
No refrigerator touching my shit
Private island waiter chef-made
Wanna ride jet skis all day
Come home to bed already made for us
Niggas who's winning like it's the kind of name for us
Fucking champions cause we run the game, Forrest
[Hook]
Number 16 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Intro:]
Gone, gone, gone..
[Verse 1]
I seen it coming
Yeah, I seen it coming
You do everything for these niggas
They treat you like you did nothing
But fuck that, because all of this came from nothing
Now when I pull up, I ain't on top of my nig
I'm stuntin. Smoking something
Playing my newest shit, and you know its bumpin
You ain't used to it, you gon grow accustomed
Niggas hate me cause they got no progression
All the realest niggas, they know and trust em
And plus, your money's slow as fuck
I bet soon as I roll one up
That they gon know it's us
Before I pass it, hit it twice and I hold it
Trying to get my money to the point where I can't fold it
[Hook]
Going away...
[Verse 2]
I made it happen, I made it happen
And niggas got mad at me cause I did this shit all for rapping
Hear what they saying
They need no luck because I macked it
And now I got my own gang, nigga
I'm the captain
You know me player, ballin nigga and stackin
All the same with a passion
All cause I'm bringing racks in
Remember when all those niggas was passed em?
But now they still call me the main attraction
Some niggas want the power, I want respect
Some niggas want the fame, I want the check
I'm in Dubai wake up I'm in Tibet
Them niggas had it, man, it's sort of sad they...
[Hook]
Gone, gone, gone..
[Verse 1]
I seen it coming
Yeah, I seen it coming
You do everything for these niggas
They treat you like you did nothing
But fuck that, because all of this came from nothing
Now when I pull up, I ain't on top of my nig
I'm stuntin. Smoking something
Playing my newest shit, and you know its bumpin
You ain't used to it, you gon grow accustomed
Niggas hate me cause they got no progression
All the realest niggas, they know and trust em
And plus, your money's slow as fuck
I bet soon as I roll one up
That they gon know it's us
Before I pass it, hit it twice and I hold it
Trying to get my money to the point where I can't fold it
[Hook]
Going away...
[Verse 2]
I made it happen, I made it happen
And niggas got mad at me cause I did this shit all for rapping
Hear what they saying
They need no luck because I macked it
And now I got my own gang, nigga
I'm the captain
You know me player, ballin nigga and stackin
All the same with a passion
All cause I'm bringing racks in
Remember when all those niggas was passed em?
But now they still call me the main attraction
Some niggas want the power, I want respect
Some niggas want the fame, I want the check
I'm in Dubai wake up I'm in Tibet
Them niggas had it, man, it's sort of sad they...
[Hook]
Blindfolds lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)
Real trippy niggas
La musica de Harry
Hippy niggas
Uh nigga my mom blow that kinda cash nigga what you talkin bout
Pop bottles and shit
Groceries fool
Uh you know I kill
Any motherfucking song that I go on
And I don't gotta count the money that I spend
'Cause I get it in
My bread so long, my bank big nigga roll on
My brain fried nigga so long
I hate fake niggas and so on
Take all the money that I made
The sharing be out the reason that you're waiting
Plus I smoke the bombest weed I call it Californication
A island for vacation I'm callin all this cake
A hundred thousand for the safe
Just baught a pound and I'm a face it
Now watch me you niggas see my pieces tryn copy
My rollie presidential plus the rings that I got on
By versace and I ain't even cocky
I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hatin mother fuckers know what time it is
[Hook:]
I'm just ridin round my side of town
Got my windows up and my speaker loud
And we smokin so I'm gonna need a pound
Bet the haters wish they can see me now
But the money in the way
Erry one of us gettin money bruh
But money in the way
My nigga on the real, all you see is dollar bills
I blow a hundred band get the fuck around with
That holdin you in love with the hoe I mess around with
Cuff up with the Taylor, would you drink my paper
My music fuck my people but tonight I'm doing yayger
20 years on and I ain't falling off
Niggas flex about the check and they run their mouth
Ferrari pull up guess hoppin out
With a double couple in hand and some Money count
Rockin Louie this I'm rockin Louie that
Louie on my ass, Louie on my hat
When I hit the club Louie in my hand
That's the Louie 13, Louie in my glass
[Hook]
La musica de Harry
Hippy niggas
Uh nigga my mom blow that kinda cash nigga what you talkin bout
Pop bottles and shit
Groceries fool
Uh you know I kill
Any motherfucking song that I go on
And I don't gotta count the money that I spend
'Cause I get it in
My bread so long, my bank big nigga roll on
My brain fried nigga so long
I hate fake niggas and so on
Take all the money that I made
The sharing be out the reason that you're waiting
Plus I smoke the bombest weed I call it Californication
A island for vacation I'm callin all this cake
A hundred thousand for the safe
Just baught a pound and I'm a face it
Now watch me you niggas see my pieces tryn copy
My rollie presidential plus the rings that I got on
By versace and I ain't even cocky
I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hatin mother fuckers know what time it is
[Hook:]
I'm just ridin round my side of town
Got my windows up and my speaker loud
And we smokin so I'm gonna need a pound
Bet the haters wish they can see me now
But the money in the way
Erry one of us gettin money bruh
But money in the way
My nigga on the real, all you see is dollar bills
I blow a hundred band get the fuck around with
That holdin you in love with the hoe I mess around with
Cuff up with the Taylor, would you drink my paper
My music fuck my people but tonight I'm doing yayger
20 years on and I ain't falling off
Niggas flex about the check and they run their mouth
Ferrari pull up guess hoppin out
With a double couple in hand and some Money count
Rockin Louie this I'm rockin Louie that
Louie on my ass, Louie on my hat
When I hit the club Louie in my hand
That's the Louie 13, Louie in my glass
[Hook]
Smokin' On lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Snoop Dogg) (feat. Juicy J)
[Hook]
Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though
Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke
I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though
[Wiz Khalifa]
Cut those cameras on cause my camera’s on
And my niggas backin me riding around town
With a big old bag of weed
Taylor Gang, we ain’t in your faculty
Me and Snoop Dogg, we created a masterpiece
Smoke all day and we makin this cash, and we
Bout it bout it like Master P
Go hard, stack ya cheese, roll a joint, pass the trees
TGOD, he’s the OG, real G shit what it has to be
My real niggas gon pop tags for me
Fake niggas gon get bags for me
Say you just wanna shake hands with me?
Same fuck niggas used to laugh at me
Now I’m riding around town in the car that you can’t even pronounce
And you can’t go fast as me
Smokin marijuana, and she know that I’m a player
So she wanna come up here spend that cash on me
That pimp shit come naturally
That fuck shit is wack to me
My kush grown organically
My ballin is actually
[Hook]
Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though
Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke
I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though
You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin what we smokin, no
[Snoop Dogg]
Let me turn you on to turn you out
To make you feel how you really wanna feel
For real, sho will, nigga I got that kill
You know what I got: Captain Crunch, soda pop
Like my kush cut from a bush
Mix it together, get it together
Hypo grow with the hydro flow
Smoking on some shit called I don’t know
This is that shit that was caught
From my niggas on the block with a .44 Glock – oh no!
Cuttin it up, button it up
Homie don’t speak at all
You might stay, you might be most likely like shark bait
I might hate, but you smoking that lightweight
Wrong class, featherweight, levitate
Set it straight: let me break it down for you
Flip it, zip it, let it fly
If it’s good, it’s gonna get you high
Drop it, stop it, that ain’t the one
We don’t even smoke that shit for fun!
[Hook]
[Juicy J]
Yea nigga, I’m rolling up that high-grade
Chillin on the porch, smoking like it’s Friday
Every day of the week to Juicy J’s a high day
Niggas think I’m Chinese cause my eyes straight
I threw up a 6 into a 20 ounce
Smoked a half ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces
Fucked around that Bob Marley now I’m high as fuck
Every Jacob seeing, Juicy screamin out: "let’s fuck!"
I done popped a pill and hit the lean behind it
Where my mind? Somebody help me find it
Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitch
They keep my double cup full, OG in my Swisher
[Hook]
Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though
Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke
I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though
[Wiz Khalifa]
Cut those cameras on cause my camera’s on
And my niggas backin me riding around town
With a big old bag of weed
Taylor Gang, we ain’t in your faculty
Me and Snoop Dogg, we created a masterpiece
Smoke all day and we makin this cash, and we
Bout it bout it like Master P
Go hard, stack ya cheese, roll a joint, pass the trees
TGOD, he’s the OG, real G shit what it has to be
My real niggas gon pop tags for me
Fake niggas gon get bags for me
Say you just wanna shake hands with me?
Same fuck niggas used to laugh at me
Now I’m riding around town in the car that you can’t even pronounce
And you can’t go fast as me
Smokin marijuana, and she know that I’m a player
So she wanna come up here spend that cash on me
That pimp shit come naturally
That fuck shit is wack to me
My kush grown organically
My ballin is actually
[Hook]
Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though
Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke
I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though
You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin what we smokin, no
[Snoop Dogg]
Let me turn you on to turn you out
To make you feel how you really wanna feel
For real, sho will, nigga I got that kill
You know what I got: Captain Crunch, soda pop
Like my kush cut from a bush
Mix it together, get it together
Hypo grow with the hydro flow
Smoking on some shit called I don’t know
This is that shit that was caught
From my niggas on the block with a .44 Glock – oh no!
Cuttin it up, button it up
Homie don’t speak at all
You might stay, you might be most likely like shark bait
I might hate, but you smoking that lightweight
Wrong class, featherweight, levitate
Set it straight: let me break it down for you
Flip it, zip it, let it fly
If it’s good, it’s gonna get you high
Drop it, stop it, that ain’t the one
We don’t even smoke that shit for fun!
[Hook]
[Juicy J]
Yea nigga, I’m rolling up that high-grade
Chillin on the porch, smoking like it’s Friday
Every day of the week to Juicy J’s a high day
Niggas think I’m Chinese cause my eyes straight
I threw up a 6 into a 20 ounce
Smoked a half ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces
Fucked around that Bob Marley now I’m high as fuck
Every Jacob seeing, Juicy screamin out: "let’s fuck!"
I done popped a pill and hit the lean behind it
Where my mind? Somebody help me find it
Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitch
They keep my double cup full, OG in my Swisher
[Hook]
I Get Lifted lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Snoop Dogg)
I'm just soaking up this breeze, smoking on some cheese
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, hey
Overzel me, propel me, propeller, cat pilla,
Rap healer, dope dealer, grip it back
Look it back now, reseller,
Exhale, inhaler, feller, Juicys pored
Dueces for all you loud mouth bitches who adore
I can't play on your field anymore
Take it flight, now look at me soar
In and out of space with my foot to the floor
Higher and higher, I won't retire
Halfie don Kaya, Love smokin fire tata like satellite,
All on the wire,
Keep it up, speed it up, slow it up
Throw it up
Your bitch is looking at me cause she probably wanna go with us
It's cool with me, hop in, hop in, ain't no stopping
We keep knocking, rocking
I'm just soaking up this breeze, smoking on some cheese
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, hey
Dimes, dubs, quarter ounce oz, putting in the zag
Let it burn slowly everywhere I am
Nigga got a blow tree rolling every gram
They be like holy smokes, that man no joke
Can tell if it's that "mehh" (crap) if you don't choke
Never gonna quit, every chance I'm a toke
Zips smelling like the whole plants in my coat
For autographs, coming at me with all the names
And what I gotta have
I got my own shit, and this ain't for the little kid
This grown shit, having a party at my crib
Bring your own bitch, I got 3, so matter of fact you can take one
And roll a joint baby girl let's bake one
And take this weed and I can show you how to make one, ah
I'm just soaking up this breeze, smoking on some trees
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Niggas know I get lifted it's high school, I stay high, I mean I don't gotta get high I'm already there, yeah, I was high when I said that, haha, whatup snoop!
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, hey
I'm just soaking up the breeze, smoking on some cheese
I blame it on you, you blame it on me, we blame it on trees
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
I blame it on you, you blame it on me, we blame it on trees
I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, hey
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, hey
Overzel me, propel me, propeller, cat pilla,
Rap healer, dope dealer, grip it back
Look it back now, reseller,
Exhale, inhaler, feller, Juicys pored
Dueces for all you loud mouth bitches who adore
I can't play on your field anymore
Take it flight, now look at me soar
In and out of space with my foot to the floor
Higher and higher, I won't retire
Halfie don Kaya, Love smokin fire tata like satellite,
All on the wire,
Keep it up, speed it up, slow it up
Throw it up
Your bitch is looking at me cause she probably wanna go with us
It's cool with me, hop in, hop in, ain't no stopping
We keep knocking, rocking
I'm just soaking up this breeze, smoking on some cheese
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, hey
Dimes, dubs, quarter ounce oz, putting in the zag
Let it burn slowly everywhere I am
Nigga got a blow tree rolling every gram
They be like holy smokes, that man no joke
Can tell if it's that "mehh" (crap) if you don't choke
Never gonna quit, every chance I'm a toke
Zips smelling like the whole plants in my coat
For autographs, coming at me with all the names
And what I gotta have
I got my own shit, and this ain't for the little kid
This grown shit, having a party at my crib
Bring your own bitch, I got 3, so matter of fact you can take one
And roll a joint baby girl let's bake one
And take this weed and I can show you how to make one, ah
I'm just soaking up this breeze, smoking on some trees
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Niggas know I get lifted it's high school, I stay high, I mean I don't gotta get high I'm already there, yeah, I was high when I said that, haha, whatup snoop!
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, hey
I'm just soaking up the breeze, smoking on some cheese
I blame it on you, you blame it on me, we blame it on trees
Smoking on this weed, this is all I need
I blame it on you, you blame it on me, we blame it on trees
I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday
I get lifted, I get lifted, hey
You Can Put It In A Zag, I'mma Put It In A Blunt lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Snoop Dogg)
[Intro: Snoop]
Yo Devin, what up god?
It's the big Mac, yeah
I got this new shit right here man
You might wanna hit this
Trip, mmm
[Chorus 2X: Snoop Dogg]
You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt
You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front
No stunt, no punk
It really don't matter cause I got what they want
[Snoop Dogg]
They say all day we play and blow
See this is the only thing we know
I blow kush again, on the push again
With a bad lil' cute lil' Mexican
[Wiz Khalifa]
Uhh, zig-zag how I roll mine
You could tell I be a G how I hold mine
I ain't into loanin shit, I'ma own mine
Bitch fuck with me, stumble on a gold mine
[Snoop Dogg]
Break bread or fake dead, punk bitch this is real life
Executive branch, what it feel like?
Catch me if you can, I'm your local kush man
Sittin in the stands with a hundred grams in my hand
[Wiz Khalifa]
And I blow, so much smoke
Pure OG, hit it once might choke
See I'ma go kick it with a BEITCH I could poke
And you could ride too, high school, take a toke
[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa]
Uhh, no stems, no seeds
Mac gave me all the class that a nigga need
Just taught my old bitch how to roll weed
And the nigga ridin with me gettin high with me
[Snoop Dogg]
Square as a reverend to my young nigga Devin
Got to hangin out with Mac and now we 24/7
On the go smokin 'dro, deep on the Westside
Bangin where his hood at; yup, you got to love that
[Wiz Khalifa]
Yup, I love that - niggaz used to offer but I wouldn't
Now I'm all askin "Where the bud at?"
Makin it happen, me and Mac just got two bitches crackin
that say they tryin to smoke weed all night and down for gettin tatted
[Snoop Dogg]
Spatted up and tatted up, suited up and booted up
Pioneers baby, ain't nuttin that you can do to us
Inhale, that's the high school
Dev and Mac, we known to act a damn fool
You dig?
[Outro: Snoop]
You know what?
It may sound crazy but uh, yeah
Dev and Mac, high school...
It may sound crazy but uh... [3X]
Yo Devin, what up god?
It's the big Mac, yeah
I got this new shit right here man
You might wanna hit this
Trip, mmm
[Chorus 2X: Snoop Dogg]
You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt
You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front
No stunt, no punk
It really don't matter cause I got what they want
[Snoop Dogg]
They say all day we play and blow
See this is the only thing we know
I blow kush again, on the push again
With a bad lil' cute lil' Mexican
[Wiz Khalifa]
Uhh, zig-zag how I roll mine
You could tell I be a G how I hold mine
I ain't into loanin shit, I'ma own mine
Bitch fuck with me, stumble on a gold mine
[Snoop Dogg]
Break bread or fake dead, punk bitch this is real life
Executive branch, what it feel like?
Catch me if you can, I'm your local kush man
Sittin in the stands with a hundred grams in my hand
[Wiz Khalifa]
And I blow, so much smoke
Pure OG, hit it once might choke
See I'ma go kick it with a BEITCH I could poke
And you could ride too, high school, take a toke
[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa]
Uhh, no stems, no seeds
Mac gave me all the class that a nigga need
Just taught my old bitch how to roll weed
And the nigga ridin with me gettin high with me
[Snoop Dogg]
Square as a reverend to my young nigga Devin
Got to hangin out with Mac and now we 24/7
On the go smokin 'dro, deep on the Westside
Bangin where his hood at; yup, you got to love that
[Wiz Khalifa]
Yup, I love that - niggaz used to offer but I wouldn't
Now I'm all askin "Where the bud at?"
Makin it happen, me and Mac just got two bitches crackin
that say they tryin to smoke weed all night and down for gettin tatted
[Snoop Dogg]
Spatted up and tatted up, suited up and booted up
Pioneers baby, ain't nuttin that you can do to us
Inhale, that's the high school
Dev and Mac, we known to act a damn fool
You dig?
[Outro: Snoop]
You know what?
It may sound crazy but uh, yeah
Dev and Mac, high school...
It may sound crazy but uh... [3X]
6:30 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Snoop Dogg)
[Intro]
Fuck (fuck fuck...)
You know a nigga really don't wanna go to school today
Lemme call this bitch
Get my shit together
[Hook - Wiz and Snoop]
When I pull up people so fresh in my ride
We smoke the best you can buy
Them niggas talking it but they just don't go harder than us
Keep stunting just cause I can
These hoes know just who I am
Them niggas talking it but they just don't go harder than us
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
This one's for the g's all black Chuck's on the cuffs of my jeans
King size papes full of trees, I be with the boss dog(g) ya'll fuck niggas please
Now they say I'm hot, hundred somethin' degrees
Taking pictures with a young nigga cheese
Remember days homey, I ain't had a thing
Now I'm hoping off the plane putting roaches on the wing
And my hoes like queens, but we smoke like kings
[?]
Money come fast, short slow like [?]
Rolling up grass, so weed to have the style, so I know I'm gonna flash
Third period, showing up last
With a late note blowin' green smoke [*laughs*]
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
We blow to the middle of the day
Wiz say dawg put the middle of the jay
Hey, why not? Not why?
We fly, we ride, she high, he high, we high
Fuck it, everybody to the libary
Got a new batch, some blue - booberry
Stuck in the hallway, with a pass say dawg he just smoke all day
It's a mind game like the ream I seem to keep migraines
I'm so lifted, like a parachuter
My grass day off day off Ferris Bueller
Slip away, dip away, almost had to throw a zip away
But fuck that, this Taylor Gang, what you want dog
Shit I'm on everythang
[Hook]
[Outro - Snoop Dogg]
You niggas never had and you never will
You niggas never had and you never will
I said you niggas never had and you never will
Big Snoop and Wiz smoke with the kill (kill kill)
[x2]
You niggers still in high-school, elementary ass niggas
Holla at me when you graduate
We be posted right by the 400 building
Room 420
Follow your nose, your no-nose (ha-ha)
[Hook]
Niggas ain't hard like us
Niggas soft as doctors cock swab
You bitchin'
Smoke somethin'
Fuck (fuck fuck...)
You know a nigga really don't wanna go to school today
Lemme call this bitch
Get my shit together
[Hook - Wiz and Snoop]
When I pull up people so fresh in my ride
We smoke the best you can buy
Them niggas talking it but they just don't go harder than us
Keep stunting just cause I can
These hoes know just who I am
Them niggas talking it but they just don't go harder than us
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
This one's for the g's all black Chuck's on the cuffs of my jeans
King size papes full of trees, I be with the boss dog(g) ya'll fuck niggas please
Now they say I'm hot, hundred somethin' degrees
Taking pictures with a young nigga cheese
Remember days homey, I ain't had a thing
Now I'm hoping off the plane putting roaches on the wing
And my hoes like queens, but we smoke like kings
[?]
Money come fast, short slow like [?]
Rolling up grass, so weed to have the style, so I know I'm gonna flash
Third period, showing up last
With a late note blowin' green smoke [*laughs*]
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
We blow to the middle of the day
Wiz say dawg put the middle of the jay
Hey, why not? Not why?
We fly, we ride, she high, he high, we high
Fuck it, everybody to the libary
Got a new batch, some blue - booberry
Stuck in the hallway, with a pass say dawg he just smoke all day
It's a mind game like the ream I seem to keep migraines
I'm so lifted, like a parachuter
My grass day off day off Ferris Bueller
Slip away, dip away, almost had to throw a zip away
But fuck that, this Taylor Gang, what you want dog
Shit I'm on everythang
[Hook]
[Outro - Snoop Dogg]
You niggas never had and you never will
You niggas never had and you never will
I said you niggas never had and you never will
Big Snoop and Wiz smoke with the kill (kill kill)
[x2]
You niggers still in high-school, elementary ass niggas
Holla at me when you graduate
We be posted right by the 400 building
Room 420
Follow your nose, your no-nose (ha-ha)
[Hook]
Niggas ain't hard like us
Niggas soft as doctors cock swab
You bitchin'
Smoke somethin'
Talent Show lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Snoop Dogg) (feat. Archbishop Don "Magic" Juan)
[Intro skit]
[Wiz] I been trying to develop an alternative fuel
from a mix of all natural substances.
But the mix was highly volatile until we find a catalyst
to help stabilize the compound and supercharge the fuel.
(I'm sorry, what was this magical catalyst?)
[Snoop] Marijuana motherfucker!
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Uh, ladies and gentlemen, players and playettes
Teachers, staff and students
I am very honored to welcome you to the high school annual talent show
Brought to you by the makers of Wiz Khalifa Premium Rolling Papers
And the qualified rollers of Snoop Dogg Master Kush
So without further adieux, let's get this show on the road
First contestant, bring your talent to the foreground
and let your smoke be yo' background
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Every time I go out, I'm blowin the smoke out
I buy it don't even know the price
I smoke cause I live it, don't pay me to visit
And I'll be somewhere up in the sky
My nigga it's 'bout to go dowwwwwn
Ohh we fly, it's no lie, that we high, 'til we die
I'ma get up in this hoe's houuuuuse
Roll one up, clean the ride case them hoes wan' jump inside
[Wiz Khalifa]
Uhh, got a joint filled with quality shit
My bottom bitch smokin with me, niggaz talk shit
All of 'em shrimp (hehe) I'm a big fish
Roll a joint, lick it once, tell you hit this, groupies on my dick
Several kush is on my hitlist, in and out these niggaz bitches
Smokin tree and not to mention hustlin, tryin to mind my business
You probably went to class while I was in the hallway skippin
Yeah I hear what they sayin, just be too high to listen
'Bout my money trippin, if I even fold it wrong
Ya ain't smokin this good, if it's foul tell you I sold it all
Or wait 'til one of my hoes come 'round and roll it all
Or say fuck it and cuff it 'til I go smoke with Dogg
I show off, I show off, I show off
Car push to start, hit the button once it go off
Keep the money comin in and the papers rolled up
And ain't worried 'bout a hatin nigga, they get no love (ohh)
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
I go green like I was Archbishop Don Juan
And blow circles 'round you suckas like a marathon
My gym teacher told me, but I didn't listen
My bitch did my homework and now I'm in detention
It sho' beats suspension, this is my audition
So play yo' position, get the picture I envision
Did she mention, Snoop Dogg was made for kissin
A barricuda fishin, she on a mission for me
Pleasure, pain and glory, and my inventory
My SAT's, my lil' bitch she did 'em for me
And now we prancin on stage at the talent show
We floss in my clothes, my chain and my knapsack
Full of that, hand me that, can you see my telescope
Principle, said she wanna see me cause she smell my smoke
'Bout my money trippin even if I fold it wrong
Blowin zones with Wiz cause this is the protocol
[Chorus]
[Outro: Archbishop Don "Magic" Juan]
Yeah, it's the Archbishop Don "Magic" Juan
It's a talent show, and everybody got to know
You got to be ready so you don't have to get ready
So when I stepped in, for the talent show
I had stole the show, because I was already ready
Everybody shoulda know they part
because the whole world is the stage, and everybody play a part
So when you at the talent show, you got to know yo' part
And you got to know when to move, and when not to move
And by me being a famous player, and know my game
I took the talent show, because I had style
I had flash, I had originality!
I had me, and that's what it's all about!
When you doin a talent show, you got to be you!
Green for the money, gold for the honey
I'm the original... [fades out]
[Wiz] I been trying to develop an alternative fuel
from a mix of all natural substances.
But the mix was highly volatile until we find a catalyst
to help stabilize the compound and supercharge the fuel.
(I'm sorry, what was this magical catalyst?)
[Snoop] Marijuana motherfucker!
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Uh, ladies and gentlemen, players and playettes
Teachers, staff and students
I am very honored to welcome you to the high school annual talent show
Brought to you by the makers of Wiz Khalifa Premium Rolling Papers
And the qualified rollers of Snoop Dogg Master Kush
So without further adieux, let's get this show on the road
First contestant, bring your talent to the foreground
and let your smoke be yo' background
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Every time I go out, I'm blowin the smoke out
I buy it don't even know the price
I smoke cause I live it, don't pay me to visit
And I'll be somewhere up in the sky
My nigga it's 'bout to go dowwwwwn
Ohh we fly, it's no lie, that we high, 'til we die
I'ma get up in this hoe's houuuuuse
Roll one up, clean the ride case them hoes wan' jump inside
[Wiz Khalifa]
Uhh, got a joint filled with quality shit
My bottom bitch smokin with me, niggaz talk shit
All of 'em shrimp (hehe) I'm a big fish
Roll a joint, lick it once, tell you hit this, groupies on my dick
Several kush is on my hitlist, in and out these niggaz bitches
Smokin tree and not to mention hustlin, tryin to mind my business
You probably went to class while I was in the hallway skippin
Yeah I hear what they sayin, just be too high to listen
'Bout my money trippin, if I even fold it wrong
Ya ain't smokin this good, if it's foul tell you I sold it all
Or wait 'til one of my hoes come 'round and roll it all
Or say fuck it and cuff it 'til I go smoke with Dogg
I show off, I show off, I show off
Car push to start, hit the button once it go off
Keep the money comin in and the papers rolled up
And ain't worried 'bout a hatin nigga, they get no love (ohh)
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
I go green like I was Archbishop Don Juan
And blow circles 'round you suckas like a marathon
My gym teacher told me, but I didn't listen
My bitch did my homework and now I'm in detention
It sho' beats suspension, this is my audition
So play yo' position, get the picture I envision
Did she mention, Snoop Dogg was made for kissin
A barricuda fishin, she on a mission for me
Pleasure, pain and glory, and my inventory
My SAT's, my lil' bitch she did 'em for me
And now we prancin on stage at the talent show
We floss in my clothes, my chain and my knapsack
Full of that, hand me that, can you see my telescope
Principle, said she wanna see me cause she smell my smoke
'Bout my money trippin even if I fold it wrong
Blowin zones with Wiz cause this is the protocol
[Chorus]
[Outro: Archbishop Don "Magic" Juan]
Yeah, it's the Archbishop Don "Magic" Juan
It's a talent show, and everybody got to know
You got to be ready so you don't have to get ready
So when I stepped in, for the talent show
I had stole the show, because I was already ready
Everybody shoulda know they part
because the whole world is the stage, and everybody play a part
So when you at the talent show, you got to know yo' part
And you got to know when to move, and when not to move
And by me being a famous player, and know my game
I took the talent show, because I had style
I had flash, I had originality!
I had me, and that's what it's all about!
When you doin a talent show, you got to be you!
Green for the money, gold for the honey
I'm the original... [fades out]
Let's Go Study lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Snoop Dogg)
Yea wassup baby girl
I'm just looking over this homework
I really need some help
You wanna study with me?
That'd be nice, yea
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I wanna go study, baby would you be my buddy?
and help me with my project, cause you are who I roll with
honestly I know it, take me boo, you the one I wanna go with
5 days out the week, my stay's out the street
It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Honeydew, money do
But this ain't about no money, this about me and you making ooh
Take it from me, first day of school I'm looking cool, I got my clothes pressed
I'm a senior but I'm seeming like an old vet
Time will pass me by if I don't graduate this time so I expand my mind
Find ways, to elevate it, motivate it, calculate it, reinstate it
Look at you girl, you got me dedicated
[Chorus]
I wanna go study, baby would you be my buddy?
and help me with my project, cause you are who I roll with
honestly I know it, take me boo, you the one I wanna go with
5 days out the week, my stay's out the street
It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, put me on the game
Though I keep my head in these books, I'm not a lame
Usually kinda square, I'm trying to use it for a change
Telling bitches things, like if wanna get with me you gon need a lot of brains
And just cause I don't play, who say I can't ball?
My nigga Mac, dude me and him is in the same hall
So don't get mad if I relax and get my bake on
Just promise that you'll try to catch me if my grades fall
[Chorus]
I wanna go study, baby would you be my buddy?
and help me with my project, cause you are who I roll with
honestly I know it, take me boo, you the one I wanna go with
5 days out the week, my stay's out the street
It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Devin there you are, look at my repertoire
Spitting game, you know for reppin hard
Change that perspective, that's my objective
Cool and oh so collective, connected
Check this, I need you more that you could know
See you the seed in my weed, baby help me grow
Let it go, let me know where to meet at
Student of the week, baby I will be that, you know I need that
[Chorus]
I wanna go study, baby would you be my buddy?
and help me with my project, cause you are who I roll with
honestly I know it, take me boo, you the one I wanna go with
5 days out the week, my stay's out the street
It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet
[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
Call you on your phone and never come see you, darling I will never do that
I'm roaming through the halls and asking people who be with you just to try to know where you at
Call you on your phone and never come see you, darling I will never do that
I'm roaming through the halls and asking people who be with you just to try to know where you at
[Chorus]
I wanna go study, baby would you be my buddy?
and help me with my project, cause you are who I roll with
honestly I know it, take me boo, you the one I wanna go with
5 days out the week, my stay's out the street
It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet
I'm just looking over this homework
I really need some help
You wanna study with me?
That'd be nice, yea
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I wanna go study, baby would you be my buddy?
and help me with my project, cause you are who I roll with
honestly I know it, take me boo, you the one I wanna go with
5 days out the week, my stay's out the street
It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Honeydew, money do
But this ain't about no money, this about me and you making ooh
Take it from me, first day of school I'm looking cool, I got my clothes pressed
I'm a senior but I'm seeming like an old vet
Time will pass me by if I don't graduate this time so I expand my mind
Find ways, to elevate it, motivate it, calculate it, reinstate it
Look at you girl, you got me dedicated
[Chorus]
I wanna go study, baby would you be my buddy?
and help me with my project, cause you are who I roll with
honestly I know it, take me boo, you the one I wanna go with
5 days out the week, my stay's out the street
It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, put me on the game
Though I keep my head in these books, I'm not a lame
Usually kinda square, I'm trying to use it for a change
Telling bitches things, like if wanna get with me you gon need a lot of brains
And just cause I don't play, who say I can't ball?
My nigga Mac, dude me and him is in the same hall
So don't get mad if I relax and get my bake on
Just promise that you'll try to catch me if my grades fall
[Chorus]
I wanna go study, baby would you be my buddy?
and help me with my project, cause you are who I roll with
honestly I know it, take me boo, you the one I wanna go with
5 days out the week, my stay's out the street
It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Devin there you are, look at my repertoire
Spitting game, you know for reppin hard
Change that perspective, that's my objective
Cool and oh so collective, connected
Check this, I need you more that you could know
See you the seed in my weed, baby help me grow
Let it go, let me know where to meet at
Student of the week, baby I will be that, you know I need that
[Chorus]
I wanna go study, baby would you be my buddy?
and help me with my project, cause you are who I roll with
honestly I know it, take me boo, you the one I wanna go with
5 days out the week, my stay's out the street
It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet
[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
Call you on your phone and never come see you, darling I will never do that
I'm roaming through the halls and asking people who be with you just to try to know where you at
Call you on your phone and never come see you, darling I will never do that
I'm roaming through the halls and asking people who be with you just to try to know where you at
[Chorus]
I wanna go study, baby would you be my buddy?
and help me with my project, cause you are who I roll with
honestly I know it, take me boo, you the one I wanna go with
5 days out the week, my stay's out the street
It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet
Young, Wild & Free lyrics - Wiz khalifa (with Snoop Dogg) (feat. Bruno Mars)
[Hook: Bruno Mars]
So what we get drunk?
So what we smoke weed?
We’re just having fun
We don’t care who sees
So what we go out?
That’s how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, Uh huh
So what I keep ‘em rolled up?
Saggin’ my pants, not caring what I show
Keep it real with my niggas
Keep it player for these hoes
And look clean don't it?
Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it
Give me some 501 jeans on it
Roll joints bigger than King Kong’s fingers
And smoke them hoes down ’til they stingers
You a class clown and if I skip for the day
I’m with your bitch smokin’ grade A
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
You know what?
It’s like I’m 17 again
Peach fuzz on my face
Lookin’, on the case
Tryna find a hella taste
Oh my god, I’m on the chase, Chevy
It's gettin’ kinda heavy, relevant, sellin’ it
Dippin’ away, time keeps slippin’ away
Zip in the safe, flippin’ for pay
Tippin’ like I’m drippin’ in paint
Up front, four blunts, like, “Khalifa put the weed in a J”
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
And I don't even care
Cause if me and my team in there
There's gonna be some weed in the air
Tell 'em Mac
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Blowin' everywhere we goin' and now you knowin'
When I step right up, get my lighter so I can light up
[Wiz Khalifa]
That's how it should be done
Soon as you thinkin' you're down
Find how to turn things around
Now things are lookin' up
[Snoop Dogg]
From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor Gang
So turn my sound up and mount up and do my thang
[Wiz Khalifa]
Now I'm chillin', fresh outta class, feelin'
Like I'm on my own and I could probably own a building
Got my own car, no job, no children
Had a science project, me and Mac killed it
[Snoop Dogg]
T-H-C, M-A-C, D-E-V, H-D-3, high as me
This is us, we gon' fuss
And we gon' fight and we gon' roll
And live off life
[Hook]
[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you’re supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
So we just, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you’re supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
[Hook]
So what we get drunk?
So what we smoke weed?
We’re just having fun
We don’t care who sees
So what we go out?
That’s how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, Uh huh
So what I keep ‘em rolled up?
Saggin’ my pants, not caring what I show
Keep it real with my niggas
Keep it player for these hoes
And look clean don't it?
Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it
Give me some 501 jeans on it
Roll joints bigger than King Kong’s fingers
And smoke them hoes down ’til they stingers
You a class clown and if I skip for the day
I’m with your bitch smokin’ grade A
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
You know what?
It’s like I’m 17 again
Peach fuzz on my face
Lookin’, on the case
Tryna find a hella taste
Oh my god, I’m on the chase, Chevy
It's gettin’ kinda heavy, relevant, sellin’ it
Dippin’ away, time keeps slippin’ away
Zip in the safe, flippin’ for pay
Tippin’ like I’m drippin’ in paint
Up front, four blunts, like, “Khalifa put the weed in a J”
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
And I don't even care
Cause if me and my team in there
There's gonna be some weed in the air
Tell 'em Mac
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Blowin' everywhere we goin' and now you knowin'
When I step right up, get my lighter so I can light up
[Wiz Khalifa]
That's how it should be done
Soon as you thinkin' you're down
Find how to turn things around
Now things are lookin' up
[Snoop Dogg]
From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor Gang
So turn my sound up and mount up and do my thang
[Wiz Khalifa]
Now I'm chillin', fresh outta class, feelin'
Like I'm on my own and I could probably own a building
Got my own car, no job, no children
Had a science project, me and Mac killed it
[Snoop Dogg]
T-H-C, M-A-C, D-E-V, H-D-3, high as me
This is us, we gon' fuss
And we gon' fight and we gon' roll
And live off life
[Hook]
[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you’re supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
So we just, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you’re supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
[Hook]
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