Let It Go lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Akon)

 [Akon & Wiz Khalifa:]

Let it go, let it go homie

You know we can see through them blinds homie

And see through the truth and them lies homie

Just let it go, let it go, let it go

Oh, oh (Uh, all niggas know what the fuck it is man)

Oh, oh (Young Khalifa man, hahahahaha)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, I done stayed on top of my game, gained control of my lane

Paid so much for my frames, put these lil' niggas to shame

Ordered so many of them bottles

So many of them bottles, you'd think I'm insane

Already changed the game once

I done told you but now I'ma do it and now I'ma do it again

Tell the club owners we need more sections

I made these lil' niggas go cop they Rolexes

You get the venue, you gon' need more bouncers

And tell the weed man we gon' need more ounces

Hundred grand in a rubber band

Use to be the kid, now homie, I'm the man

Hundred grand in a rubber band

Used to be the kid, now homie, I'm the man

[Akon:]

Let it go, let it go homie

You know we can see through them blinds homie

And see through the truth and them lies homie

Just let it go, let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go homie

You know they can't see what we see homie

Difference from the real and make believe homie

So let it go, let it go, let it go

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Living my life about peace

Sharing this money and tryna get all my niggas

Up off of them streets

Used to look up to some niggas

But now it seem that it all come down to me

Make sure my family gon' eat

Grinding from up underneath

Now they just say I'm a, now they just say I'm a beast

And now all these haters looking at me pitifully

Cause I'm the shit, literally

And I be stuntin' when I ride past my old school

I say fuck the new car, I cop the old school

[Akon:]

Let it go, let it go homie

You know we can see through them blinds homie

And see through the truth and them lies homie

Just let it go, let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go homie

You know they can't see what we see homie

Difference from the real and make believe homie

So let it go, let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go, let it go

So let them go, let them go, let them go

Let them know

Let them know, let them know

[Wiz Khalifa:]

This time I feel like it's now or never, ain't going nowhere

So no matter what they say, I'll be here forever

Even though some folks will make it so you can't win

Don't need to take it on the chin

Remember homie, you ain't even gotta hold it in

[Akon:]

Let it go, let it go homie

You know we can see through them blinds homie

And see through the truth and them lies homie

Just let it go, let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go homie

You know they can't see what we see homie

Difference from the real and make believe homie

So let it go, let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go, let it go

So let them go, let them go, let them go

Let them know

Let them know, let them know

[Wiz Khalifa:]

O.N.I.F.C., TGOD

The Bluff lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Cam'ron)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Hm-mm

I got so much

I got so much

I got so much

I got so much

Uh, still the same nigga

Still walkin' all up on your airplane with all my gang members

Smellin' like money and champagne, part of my campaign

I'm fuckin' rich, my nigga, some things I can't change

Sometimes I swear I be so fly, I mean I can't change

Sometimes I feel I've got a couple people I can't shame

Still rollin' weed in a pair of J's

Gettin' ashes all over my favorite jeans

I ain't mad, my nigga, I'm gettin' paid

Crib with the maid, it's all the same shit, different day

Keep hearing 'bout what these niggas doin'

But them niggas gone and I'm here to stay

I got me a whole one, so I'm 'bout to roll one

As soon as you jump in the ride with me

Now you gettin' lifted, and you feelin' different

As soon as you want, you can try and you'll see

I got so much, yeah

I got so much, yeah

I got so much

[Cam'ron:]

Yo, I told her "Leave and die" or she can stay and breathe

She looked and said "Cam, you don't know what to say to me" (Oh really?)

Paparazzi out, baby girl, no playing please

Now point that camera at my pockets cause they saying "Cheese"

Put up your life, we gambling, next time, we out here scrambling

I'm Killa, he Wiz, but all our checks say "Cameron"

Next chapter, next chapter, fa-fa-fatigues and cannons

Fresh rapper, fresh rapper, right here where I'm standin'

You play? We playin', drive-by on the way that wavin'

New five, that's how we playin', we that wave, I'm just sayin'

(What you sayin'?) What I'm sayin'? Money, hoes, clothes and mayhem

Amen! Please have her on her knees and she ain't prayin'

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I got me a whole one, so I'm 'bout to roll one

As soon as you jump in the ride with me

Now you gettin' lifted, and you feelin' different

As soon as you want, you can try and you'll see

I got so much, yeah

I got so much, yeah

I got so much

Got Everything lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Courtney Noelle)

 [Wiz:]

Baby I go, hard

So hard, sometimes it's hard to tell whether not I'm even on my job

Most of the time I'm running 'round, either that or I'm gone

Some of these people hating, but we don't see 'em at all

Cause we done made it, too far

Got something to say then fuck 'em

Ain't trying to lose out on all of this for nothing

I'm usually just balling and shit, whatever I want, I'mma get

No time to count the money that I got because all of it's getting spent

And all of my niggas grind so all of us getting rich

And most of these niggas fly but all of 'em ain't the shit

That's why you holding me down, been doing it ever since

Only one I wanna be 'round and counting up all these chips...wit'

[Courtney:]

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

[Wiz:]

And I, swear you deserve a wedding ring

Can't ever see you choosing nothing over instead of me

Won't ever leave you, you're the one I need so that's how I'm gonna treat you

Take you places where they using different language to greet you

Smile and shake when they meet you

Lot of cake but you got a lot of love from me and when I'm home, you can't get enough of me

Cause even when we both tired, you still put up with me

Ain't going nowhere for sure, feel like you stuck with me

Swear I feel lucky, I get anything I want

And if I need it then you got it, if I say it then you trust me

Don't see you much but when I do, I need your love and I'mma need it in a rush

[Courtney:]

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Baby I can't break your heart, make you wait no more

Anytime you need me, I'll be right there for sure

You don't even have to call me, just say my name

I'll be right there waiting for you

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me

Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

Fall Asleep lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Fall asleep

Fall asleep

I got a crib so fat that

You'll get lost in that bitch

I got a car so fast that if I push one button, you won't see nothin'

I got a feelin' that if it wasn't for me it wouldn't be a lot of you niggas

Well copy this then

Spend a million, count another million before I

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

I woke up in Hawaii today

For real, I hope don't

None, these little young niggas try me today

Uh, cause between all of these closets and all of these boxes I got

Ooo, I got so much swag

That the people at the airport don't even wanna touch my bag

Only nigga in first class

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

And I roll that weed and get baked off

Before the plane even take off, nigga I

Fall asleep

Catch me on the road gettin' money

I'm in a whole different country by the time I

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

I'm flyer than most of 'em

Some try and hate, but most love 'em

Them dollars, got most of 'em

Thanks to who supplyin' what I'm rollin' up

All this kush in my mind got me slowin' up

Don't gotta smoke, I get high enough for both of us

Get a O and blow and get another O and blow another O

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Fall asleep

Time lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Yeah

Who else you know smoke a half pound in seven days nigga

Drew on the boards

E on the beat

Uh, hahahahaha

I'm just doing what I usually do man

Sticking to the script no new lines

Uh, I spend a lot of nights thinking

How did I make it this far

I spend money every chance I get

Cause goddamn I work hard

Put here to take care of the family

But how was I supposed to know

If I don't take care of myself huhh

Then how am I supposed to grow

Still rollin' my 0's, and all of my fans, they all at my shows

They rollin' them pins and counting up all of them grams

We smoking 'til all of it's gone

Just bought a new crib and there's not enough space to fit all of my clothes

I'm just riding out in my ride

Smoking weed while I drive

Flying like we were time

Smoking weed while I drive

I spend a lot of days thinking

I hope this never gets old

Then I realize I'm on vacation

Somewhere it never gets cold

Some criticize decisions that I made

But fuck was I supposed to do

Long as I'm on everything is straight

Plus all my niggas on too

So you can't tell us nothing

Not a thing no discussion

You can smell what I'm smoking

Know it's dank that I'm puffin

Kinda high when I made this

On the plane hella comfy

On my way to the money

I'm just riding out in my ride

Smoking weed while I drive

Flying like we were time

Smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive, smoking weed while I drive

Smoking weed while I drive

It's Nothin' lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. 2 Chainz)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Listen to this track, bitch!

I built this family on loyalty

Hm-mm, uh

Count another grip, smoke another zip

Let them young niggas tell it, I be on my shit

Make a 100K, spent it all today

What can I say? My DNA is Givenchy

What my swag is? Retarded, what I'm driving? Ferrari

What I'm rocking? Armani, Gianni, Versace, huh

Fuck around and I'll buy one of you broke niggas

My change, insane, my chain, oh that thing?

[Wiz Khalifa & 2 Chainz:]

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' weed 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin' (Oh)

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' trees 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin' (Yeah!) it's nothin', it's nothin' (Uh)

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin' (2 Chainz!) it's nothin'

[2 Chainz:]

My hair longer than your girl, go shawty, it's your world

Sub-zero flow, when I spit, I see snow flurries

Scarface, all out, a-a-all I want in this world

I mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl

It ain't nothin' to me but it's somethin' to you

Count money like it's somethin' to do

Summertime, I'm like, "Fuck the roof", winter time, I'm in 'Lo boots

And uh, it's nothin', I like bein' high because it's a better view

And, I told your ho my chain so cold, it's on Theraflu, uh

[Wiz Khalifa:]

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' weed 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin' (Oh)

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' trees 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

You niggas chasin' money, I'm on top of it

If it ain't money, don't know what the topic is

Don't come out 'til next year, that mean I'm rockin' it

Order thirty-seven bottles, call it poppin' shit

Goddamn, what you on?

A private plane, fuck you on?

Party in south of France when it's cold

Used to rock all that old shit 'til it got old

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' weed 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin' (Oh)

Stackin' cheese 'til my bread right, smokin' trees 'til my head right

Did it all on my own so, I'ma spend all my bread like

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

It's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin', it's nothin'

Rise Above lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Pharrell, Tuki Carter & Amber Rose)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, you would have thought that from seeing me going hard

That that'd motivate these motherfuckers to get on they job

But instead they hating on what I've been doing

Having conversations in my face about what I should do for 'em

What I'mma do keep rolling and dropping weed on 'em

Pack my bags look like I'm staying for weeks but be gone in the morning

If the flight is private, we probably should board it

You see it you like it, I can probably afford it

If niggas really felt some type of way about the shit I'm doing

You picked a crazy time to start letting me know

Cause jealousy and envy that's a trait for mostly bitches

Not a man so you ain't one if you letting it show

Now the money like the weed how we letting it grow

And I ain't holding on to shit I'm letting it go

Started small but now we all in them bigger game

All in a bigger plane, ballin' and getting paid

[Wiz Khalifa:]

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

[Pharrell:]

Yeah, my phone is dead, but I got a contact

My sharpie paint pen on my Timbo combats

You talk shit, I won't respond back

But they gon' get, and you don't want that

That nigga will forget the deal

Remember what? Get for real

My whip appeal, my crib is real

My wrist as well you know...the Richard Mille

Hip-hop grunge nigga, I make her come quicker

Then rock toe socks, yellow sponge nigga

I Tebow, for hoes that eat hoes

Emojis fo' me and my people

The hoes love me, I'm on they TiVo

I work they thighs, and they kegels

Skateboard, I love Chanel

Retweet me bitch, I'm @Pharrell

[Wiz Khalifa:]

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

[Tuki Carter:]

Yeah, I hustle no muscle, I'll never be muzzled

I'm a piece to a puzzle, I'm Robert Townsend

And my words gon' Hollywood Shuffle

My nigga I move moo, my motivation is moves foo'

I get up and does do, I evenly do ten things at once

Multitaskin' super fast and king of tattin' super pimpin'

House of rollin' run a business while I'm tourin' on you bitches

Doing features while watching a double feature nigga

I see you suffering from haterism, get that check

I take nothin' and make somethin'

There's no breaks when the hustle's runnin'

Ain't dealin' with fakes, ain't fuckin' with snakes

They all in my face now they got what it takes

My nigga I'm straight

So don't reach out cause I peaced out

When I reached out, there's no response

Like knockin' on an empty house

Yeah, so I keep on while you peep on

What I be on and you're behind – that's what karma's about

[Wiz Khalifa:]

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

First the love was there

Then the paper came

Then the haters came

But we still rise above

[Amber Rose:]

Man what the fuck is wrong with these niggas

They rollin' up, let alone doin' a song with these niggas

Claimin' they ballin', to me they playin'

These niggas ain't really doin' what they sayin'

Man what the fuck is wrong with these niggas

They rollin' up, let alone doin' a song with these niggas

Claimin' they ballin', to me they playin'

These niggas ain't really doin' what they sayin'

Initiation lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Lola Monroe)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Sledgren

Sledro!

You've always been a fool man, but you're stupid for this one nigga

This is for my young niggas, this is for my paid niggas

This is for my wild niggas, this is for my gang members

This is for the ones that don't care 'bout bein' hood niggas

This is for them badasses, this is for them good niggas

This is for them fly niggas, this ain't for them broke niggas

This is for high niggas, roll one up and smoke, nigga

This is for them boss niggas that be gettin' paper

This is for them real niggas, this ain't for them fakers

This is for them Taylors

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

Yeah I got it, so I flaunt it

And I bought it cause I want it

Screamin' fuck a bitch nigga and a hater

This is for them

This is for them lil' niggas that be goin' so hard

That be on they grind, know exactly where they post are

Tryin' to get they cheese, tryin' to get they pocket so large

This for niggas over-seas, this is for them dope boys

This is for them joint-smokers, this is for them gin-sippers

This ain't for no ho niggas, this ain't for no bitch niggas

This is for them rich niggas that be gettin' paper

All I do is ball, nigga, that's my human nature

This is for them niggas who know that they got strong pack

If it ain't strong, we don't blow that

If it ain't strong, it's gon' go back

Money so long, that shit throw-back

And my nigga, this shit paid for, I don't owe that

It's a movie dog, it's a Kodak

And I'm so gone, see you later

This ain't for y'all

This is for them Taylors

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

Yeah I got it, so I flaunt it

And I bought it cause I want it

Screamin' fuck a bitch nigga and a hater

This is for them

[Lola Monroe:]

Monroe, Taylor Gang's .44, four door (Door)

For dough, four more coupes then blow mo'

It's about to go down like a credit score

Your broke ass can't even use debit, whore

Versace decor from the bed to the floor

Have several seats or exit door

Pussy sweet, shoe mean

We ain't gettin' money, 'chu mean?

Whole time your pockets' tighter than a new weave

Fuck 'em, we gon' roll up like two sleeves

Taylor Gang, we down to bang

Y'all pussy weed blanks from failure range

They could never duplicate my Taylor frames

It's the Taylor ring, got a Taylor dame

For this cheese, oh snap

And focus on my headshots

And I ain't never loafin', you won't catch me with bread knots

Eenie, meenie, minie fuckin' mo

All these birds be goosin', so I be duckin' hoes

N-never had an issue givin' bitches my ass to kiss

Wiz told me get 'em so I'm comin' out blastin' bitch

[Wiz Khalifa:]

This is for them Taylors

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

This is for them Taylor

Yeah I got it, so I flaunt it

And I bought it cause I want it

Screamin' fuck a bitch nigga and a hater

This is for them

[Amber Rose:]

Hey baby, it's me

Um, I know you out there performin' right now, but

I just wanted to leave you a little message

To let you know how much I love you

And I miss you

And I wish you were home with me right now

But I'm so proud of you

And I'm so happy that you're doin' so well out there

I miss you baby, I miss you so much

I can't wait to see you

I love you, mwah, bye

No Limit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

Uh, then go crowd around it

And tell everyone that live in your whole town about it

Gon' and roll up that good weed, I put about a pound in

And get high as the mountains

I remember the days when niggas used to have some love for a g

But now they doubt it

Would've been down with me and my team, but now they outted

Put my all in my everything and what I got is

So much money I can't even motherfuckin' count it

Uh, and you can have all of this

After all the hard work you can have all of this

Money and the cars, clothes, you can have all of this

Roll up in the best clubs, you can have all the women

Homie when the checks come, you can have all of this

When you put your family on, you can have all of this

When you let the stress go, you can have all of this

You lookin' at the best, so that's why I got all of this

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

Uh, uh-huh, no pain

Oh, uh-huh, no gain

Who said we can't change the world?

Look how we changed the game

Uh, uh-huh, no pain

Oh, uh-huh, no gain

Who said we can't change the world?

Look how we changed the game

Look how far up we came, shit

Look how my chain done changed

Man look at they faces

Now when they look in our faces

Look when they look in our faces

They look at us and we're famous

And I don't know where my plane is

I haven't been home in ages

Got people blowin' my phone up

So many important waivers

My marijuana's the loudest

That mean my weed is the greatest

I give a fuck about a hater

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

Uh, how far you gotta go 'til you feel like you're already home?

And how much you gotta spend

Til you realize that you really never goin' broke

How many motherfuckers gotta tell you that you changed

Cause you got a little change

And how the fuck they gon' tell you you the best

When they told somebody else the same thing

(Come on) Cause you fly first class every day?

(Come on) Cause you roll up all that grass every day?

(Come on) Cause you spend up all that cash every day?

(Come on) Drivin' them foreign cars fast every day?

(Come on) And if you ain't, this the kind of shit you need to get on

I'm talkin' Audimar Piguets leather seats I sit on

This ain't just how I feel today, this the shit I been on, I been on

People always talkin' about what they think they know

About what they think I'm doin', how I feel, and where I go

But no matter how much money I make, I'm gon' stay the same

Since I've been up at the top ain't too much changed

Cause we already on

We already on

We already on

And on and on, and on and on

Never smoked weed that was quite this strong

Never took a flight this long

Never drank champagne in Italy

Never spent a night in Rome

But it's funny cause those are the exact same things

That helped me write this song

Caught up livin' a life where tryin' to do all the right things feels wrong

So I keep rollin' and lightin' up and prayin' to God that we live long

It's summertime, lights fade away

It's wintertime, let's make it summer

Don't look down, keep your head up

Don't look down, keep your head up

It's summertime, lights fade away

It's wintertime, let's make it summer

Don't look down, keep your head up

Don't look down, keep your head up

People always talkin' about what they think they know

About what they think I'm doin', how I feel, and where I go

But no matter how much money I make, I'm gon' stay the same

Since I've been up at the top ain't too much changed

Cause we already on

We already on

We already on

Up In It lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Damn, we back in business

Uh, wakin' up the neighbors, you could hear the headboard shakin'

I leave all your body parts achin'

Speedin' up the pace while I look right into your face

You tell me that's that good shit you're tastin'

And I know you like it from the side

But tonight I'mma just unwind and let you ride and watch you take it

Cause I'm tryin' to get you so wet, I mean so wet

If there's a record for this shit then I'mma break it

It's goin' down no matter the place or time my car

I got enough space

Think anything you think you want, no prob I got enough cake

All up in it in the mornin', knowin' damn well that I had you up late

Ain't buyin' it you ain't spendin' it, you keep throwin' it back so I'm givin' it

You love when I get up in it

You love when I get, you love when I get

You love when I get up in it

You love when I get, you love when I get

You love when I get up in it

You love when I get, you love when I get

You love when I get up in it

You love when I get, you love when I get

Wake up when I bake up that's just somethin' that I do

Pick your favorite sex scene, that's what I'm gon' do to you

Up in my bed's where you probably belong

Givin' you all that I got 'til it's gone

Sexy as fuck you still got them heels on

Favorite position, we tryin' them all

Once I get in can't get out of my zone

Fuck you so good you won't pick up your phone

And when your girlfriends or whoever do call

You fuckin' with me so you tell 'em you gone

You don't smoke so I break it down, you roll it up

You poke it out, your face down so I hold it up

You don't give a shit that my money so big I can't fold it up

Plus I ain't tired 'til you finish, this ain't a race but I'm winnin'

You love when I get up in it

You love when I get, you love when I get

You love when I get up in it

You love when I get, you love when I get

You don't even gotta name a place where we can go

Cause we already goin', goin', goin'

Don't nobody gotta ask or even got to know

Baby we already goin', goin', goin'

You love when I get up in it

You love when I get, you love when I get

You love when I get up in it

You love when I get, you love when I get

The Plan lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)

 [Juicy J and Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm gettin' high as fuck in this trippy niggas

Must be some real shit though

Let's get it, hear we go

I looked in the mirror today

And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life

Hahahaha, uhh

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I done smoked weed where they said I can't

Got rich when they said I can't

Got high and got on the plane and brought all my niggas when they said I can't

Went shopping places they said I can't

Bought some shit that they said I can't

Jumped on the road and did all them shows cause I was poppin' places they said I ain't

Went hard in places they said I can't

Promoters call and try and set up dates

Bought the car with that yellow paint

Go to parties now and they set up drinks

And it's first class, so I'm private plane

Nudie jeans with my get up mane

Rolling papers and Mary J

I made eleven mill and I'm still the same

[Wiz Khalifa and Juicy J:]

What's with all these niggas and their feelings, man?

All of this and I'm still the man

Thought of this when I was just a fan

But all this money wasn't in the plan

Now it's all about them Benjamins

Ballin' hard and you in the stands

All this money I'm a business man

Out of all these niggas I'm the realest man

What's with all these niggas and their feelings, mane?

All of this and I'm still the mane

Thought of this when I was just a fan

But all this money wasn't in the plan

Now it's all about them Benjamins

Ballin' hard and you in the stands

All this money I'm a business mane

Out of all these niggas I'm the realest mane

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Out of all these niggas, they callin' me the realest

Started underneath the floor, now my money through the ceiling

Always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million

Used to just tryna live, now a nigga make a killin'

Gold Rollie on my arm, ten rings like a don

Cuban links in my chain, Zigzag on my charm

Champagne on ice, good weed in the jar

Everything Hermes, Chanel seats in the car

When you all know them fuck niggas start hatin'

Talkin' 'bout what they gon' do but I'm waitin'

When you getting rich, they doubt you

Shout-out my gang and my brother Will cause I couldn't do this without you

Fo' real!

[Wiz Khalifa and Juicy J:]

What's with all these niggas and their feelings, man?

All of this and I'm still the man

Thought of this when I was just a fan

But all this money wasn't in the plan

Now it's all about them Benjamins

Ballin' hard and you in the stands

All this money I'm a business man

Out of all these niggas I'm the realest man

What's with all these niggas and their feelings, mane?

All of this and I'm still the mane

Thought of this when I was just a fan

But all this money wasn't in the plan

Now it's all about them Benjamins

Ballin' hard and you in the stands

All this money I'm a business mane

Out of all these niggas I'm the realest mane

[Juicy J:]

Eighteen racks, I pay the dough

To send them goons straight to ya door

To show you niggas what's real and let you meet that .44

Run your mouth, you in the trunk

Glock to your head, nowhere to run

Catch you niggas when you by yourself

We gon' hit you niggas with a hundred drums

Boat load, no babbage

Good drank, I'm famished

Bank account outlandish

Big real estate, sittin' on land, bitch

Niggas out there tryna test me

I put the AK where his chest be

Don't fight with hoes, don't fight with niggas, no security, bitch, so don't test me

Double cup full, I be sippin' up

Mob niggas, man, real criminals

If a nigga find you, they gon' hit ya up

With a Bin Laden chopper that'll split ya up

All these hoes be jockin' tryna get with us

They gon' swallow this nut, no spittin' up

Your niggas get murked, your niggas in jail, my team gettin' money stay full of drugs

[Wiz Khalifa and Juicy J:]

What's with all these niggas and their feelings, man?

All of this and I'm still the man

Thought of this when I was just a fan

But all this money wasn't in the plan

Now it's all about them Benjamins

Ballin' hard and you in the stands

All this money I'm a business man

Out of all these niggas I'm the realest man

What's with all these niggas and their feelings, mane?

All of this and I'm still the mane

Thought of this when I was just a fan

But all this money wasn't in the plan

Now it's all about them Benjamins

Ballin' hard and you in the stands

All this money I'm a business mane

Out of all these niggas I'm the realest mane

[Juicy J:]

I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane

I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane

I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane

I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane

I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane

I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane

I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane

I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane

Remember You lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. The Weeknd)

 [The Weeknd:]

She's about to earn some bragging rights

I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night

Girl, take pride in what you wanna do

Even if that means a new man every night inside of you

Baby, I don't mind

You can tell by how I roll

'Cause my clique hot and my cup cold

My talk slurred 'cause I'm so throwed

And I'm wiping sweat from my last show

And he's TG and I'm XO

I'm only here for one night

Then I'mma be your memory

Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you say to me

I got cups full of that Rosé

Smoke anything that's passed to me

Don't worry 'bout my voice

I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Old rapping ass

Light years past the class

Hit it, don't have to pass

Nigga, we the new Aftermath

Niggas after fame, I just have to laugh

Niggas after fame, I'm after cash

You's a fan, I'm a player

I'm the man, you's a hater

And I only smoke papers

That's how you tell that I'm Taylor'd

Nigga listen

Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen

And not a thing goes down without permission

Look, everything I got on I was made for

Everything that I got I done came for

All the shit that you see I done slaved for

All the cars and the crib, yeah that's paid for

Need I say more

Spend so much money on clothes

Said fuck a store, making my own

I hope that you're rolling one up while you're singing along

And know I was rolling one while I was making this song

Pour out some shots

You're taking too long

Young and I'm rich

And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade

Good to you

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

I'm on some gin, you on some gin

I'm moving slow, I'm driving fast

I hit the weed, you take the wheel

We lose control

Drop the top in that 69

And that motor roar in that old Chevelle

Can't say a thing, how you supposed to feel

Stacking all of this paper, dawg

I like to call this shit old news

And these haters jocking our old moves

Popping champagne 'cause we made it

Back of the Phantom, we faded

All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow

Good to you

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

Used to you

Through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

Used to you

Through with you

Memory, remember you

Medicated lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods & Juicy J)

 You be anything you want

Just keep going, going, gone, gone, gone

It don't stop here nigga

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Back when I was young I had dreams of getting richer

Then my homie Breeze set me down schooled me to the picture

I was with some wild niggas put me on the game

Told me if you tryin' to make your move you gotta know your lane

Homie all you got's your name and your word so never break it

For this life you pay a price you get a chance you gotta take it

'Cause most niggas never make it they stranded where I'm from

Ain't no conversation all they understand is get a gun

I was riding in my Bonneville hoping I could make it out

Selling Ps and smoking weed

Avoiding police right up the street

Way back in the day before I had all of this paper

'Fore I had all of these diamonds

'Fore I had all of these haters

Now I remember when I seen it and to me it was stuntin'

Now I remember when I bought it I ain't needed or nothing

Always in a different state so now they label me a goner

I ain't come up out of nowhere

I'm from straight up off the corner

Now everywhere we go they probably know my name 'cause I been there

Now everywhere we go they said how much I spend when I'm in there

And I'm throwing up my money for the ones who never made it

Sayin' fuck the ones who hated

Roll one up and celebrate

Now let's get medicated

Man, let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Man I'm hella faded

Man, let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Man I'm hella faded

I'm hella faded

[Juicy J:]

Roll that weed up and smoke it

Take your bitch home and poke it

Juicy be gettin' so faded

Thank God I got a chauffeur

Only good Cali bud

Pulling hoes bad as fuck

Just like a youngin' my nigga

Juicy do all them drugs

Niggas smoking that babbage weed

I be on that light green

Pop Molly in the after hours

A member of no sleep team

Get a whole pound smoke it by myself

Or maybe after Olympics with my homie Michael Phelps

[Chevy Woods:]

You known I'm fresh up off that corner

Twisting marijuana

They copy us, they clone us

Yeah we so fly we owners

Got 'em acting like they been before

But they ain't never been at all

8 balls I was in the hall

Ain't have time to fuck with y'all

Champagne when we celebrate

Keen sense so I smell the hate

Middle finger we getting paid

It cost much but don't press that eight

That dotted line it ain't like that day

Comic book let me illustrate

Like power bang when they lift that cane

My cousin died wish I can get that day

Back like it's a vertebrae

Bring that nigga on front street

Talk about and never be about it

They don't wanna beef 'cause that's lunch meat

So anything you need you know that's on me

And that's OG, I swear homie

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Now let's get medicated

Man, let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Man I'm hella faded

Man, let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Man I'm hella faded

I'm hella faded

Riding down the street the way I'm grinding is unique

My city holding on to me so niggas holding on their heat

Throwing up their side, rolling up that leaf

All we do is get high, all we want is peace

Always on the grind that's every day so police looking

I'm just rapping killing beats and tryna stay away from booking

Yeah my niggas dirty crooked I just had to make it on

And they hit the studio to show they happy to be home

Now I remember when I seen it and to me it was stuntin'

Now I remember when I bought it I ain't need it or nothing

Always in a different state so now they label me a goner

I ain't come up out of nowhere

I'm from straight up off the corner

Now everywhere we go they probably know my name 'cause I been there

Now everywhere we go they said how much I spend when I'm in there

And I'm throwing up my money for the ones who never made it

Saying fuck the ones who hate it

Roll one up and celebrate

Now let's get medicated

Man, let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Man I'm hella faded

Man, let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Let's get medicated

Man I'm hella faded

I'm hella faded

Wiz Khalifa other songs:

 

#NeverDrinkingAgain lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

It's been a minute

Still in it

One more song then I'm finish

Two more songs 20 minutes

Three more songs handle business

Lotta women, no liquor

I don't really want my head spinning

I know where to start, know the beginning

It be like two shots then I'm loaded

Then them two shots turn to 40

Then I wake up in the morning

Like

How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

It was just me, two women

We was in my backyard swimming

Smoking weed, rockstar living

They was drinking out the bottle, I was chilling

No limit, no limit

They didn't really have no limit

I know how it go when you're feeling it

It be like two shots then I'm loaded

Then them two shots turn to 40

Then I wake up in the morning

Like

How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

4 THE LOW lyrics - Problem & Wiz Khalifa

 Good weed

Eyes low

No, we ain't gotta stress no more

Count it up

Smoke gas

Smoke pounds for the low

Call my cell phone

No, I don't let shop close

Froze, yeah my neck so cold

Cones, I'm the connect start passing out

Clones

Every day wake up and get stoned

I'm talking all natural

I'm rolling them bats up now

The police don't pat 'em down

I see they be down bad

I'm rolling up laughing now

These fools be sick

So when I roll six I don't even pass 'em now

Homie don't even ask 'em now

Black market on the east side they boxed up and got rich

For that same thing they doing

Now homies locked up and I'm pissed

In a whoop wam still boxed up

While them white folks get rich

So I make sure that I buy something every time

I make the money flip

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

Rolling weed and I trip

Make money then I dip

Won't ask for a sip

Self-made like Nip

Boys got chick ways

Ride waves like ship

The game know we good business

Cause we got it like this baby (what)

I done made classics

Come to that grass you don't even have to count

Whole turkey bag I roll it up fast

It don't even last 'em now

Wow, how?

Now they wan' flag 'em down

I do what I want and put an amount

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

All Day lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 (from "WWE 2K15" soundtrack)

[John Cena:]

Uh, Wiz, I'mma help you re-educate the masses right now

(You know where I'm from)

(You know where I'm from)

(You know where I'm from)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, growin' up in that slum

Tatted all on my chest just to let y'all know where I'm from

Uh, haters, i don't see none

Goin' hard day, day Lord knows I want the best for my son

So I got Chuck Tays on my feet, and I got bitches smokin' my chief

And I got all my dogs with me, anyone starvin', man they gon' eat

And we don't do deceit

We do real big receipts

We do first class cabin seats

If you ain't gonna stand for nothin', have a seat

Cause I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I don't know much about y'all but I've been hustlin' all day

I don't know much about y'all but I've been countin' all day

Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y

[John Cena:]

Looks like you lettin' 'em know what going all day is all about

Well, it's Mr. All Day

Y'all 'bout to find God, make you an instant preacher

They should have never let Cena spit with Wiz Khalifa

We all day fam, hotter than a sauna

I'm not from Chi city but I'm common on the corner

We always hustle hard, you ballin' incidental

I'm 'bout to go on trial, murderin' instrumentals

I dumb it down for you, I keep it simple, son

I need four fingers, I'm givin' you the middle one

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Cause I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I don't know much about y'all but I've been hustlin' all day

I don't know much about y'all but I've been countin' all day

Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y

Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y

I tried to tell these boys I ain't lyin'

Put it in their faces so they can get their cake like mine

But man they keep hatin' and I can't see the reason why

Why when I get a plate they keep tryna take it

Put 'em in their places

Cause I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I don't know much about y'all but I've been hustlin' all day

I don't know much about y'all but I've been countin' all day

Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y

Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y

Always High lyrics - Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm always high, I'm always drunk getting too fucked up

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

Getting too damn stoned

I roll too much weed to smoke on my own

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

I'm always high, I'm always drunk getting too fucked up

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

Getting too damn stoned

I roll too much weed to smoke on my own

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

[Juicy J (Wiz Khalifa):]

I ain't got no job, smoke weed at the job

Most niggas gotta rob cause the

(President don't fuck with us, that's why we gotta roll one up)

Smoking weed with your broad

In her panties, in her bra tryna get a nigga hard

(I just hit her base like a baseball game

Your bitch ridin' now she ain't yours mane)

I ain't got no plans, you can bring your friends they can all join in

(I got girls rollin up what they came here for, smoke so much till I can't no more)

I ain't worried about 12, I can make me a sale

Ain't gotta send it through the mail

Cause (it's legal now so the plants gon' grow

OG Kush got me movin' slow

Let me hit that bong

We don't smoke that mid, only smoke that strong)

If it ain't that dope, don't roll it up

And you already know what's in my cup

Finna (roll a paperplane)

Smoke green suicide, yeah I got my own strain

And if it ain't Green Sui', then you know it's KK

Don't fuck up my high, don't fuck up my day

I just (put new rims on a oldschool car

Smoke so much that I'm in the stars)

Just smoked out the Mulsanne

I smoke more than you move them thangs

And my (eyes so low, I'm in my zone

Too damn high, man don't hit my phone)

Cause you already know what I'm on

Bout to break me down a pound and roll up a zone, nigga

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm always high, I'm always drunk getting too fucked up

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

Getting too damn stoned

I roll too much weed to smoke on my own

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

I'm always high, I'm always drunk getting too fucked up

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

Getting too damn stoned

I roll too much weed smoke on my own

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

Alright lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Trippie Redd & Preme)

 Everything Foreign

Turn me up, Wallis

[Trippie Redd:]

Said I'm alright (Alright)

Everywhere I go, bitch, I'm alright (Alright)

Yeah, draped in gold, bitch it's on ice (On ice)

VVS them diamonds, bitch, they all ice (All ice)

Yeah, I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Ooh, said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

[Preme:]

Pull up in the Maybach, CJ with me lookin' hella tipsy

White girl with me and the molly got her dancin' hella Brittany

1400 hoodie, all red, looking hella Trippie

Bobby Shmurda niggas, Houston bitches with me on that Whitney, ooh

I come out the coldest city with the hottest bitch

I pull up poppin' at these niggas if they poppin' shit

Them bitches tryna fall in love, I'm tryna fall in rich

She gotta go and brush her teeth before she suck my dick

My dawg want that payback and I might have to okay that

Pull up on that clown and pulled 'em down 'cause my homie don't play that

Mobbin' deep, give them Hell on earth, I come from the dirt

Get you murked, ain't talkin' water guns, but all them choppers squirt, yeah

[Trippie Redd:]

Said I'm alright (Alright)

Everywhere I go, bitch, I'm alright (Alright)

Yeah, draped in gold, bitch it's on ice (On ice)

VVS them diamonds, bitch, they all ice (All ice)

Yeah, I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Ooh, said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, black and yellow with that pedal

Gettin' rich but from the ghetto

Took off to another level

Been to war, I got the medals

Different flows, I got several

Different clothes, hopping out expensive doors, never let a nigga pose

If it's alright with you then it's alright with me

If you never try, you never find how real it could be

Got your girls with you, got my niggas with me

Spend it all and get it back, bein' broke's just a memory

Yeah, every time I hit the club with her we be turnin' heads

I put numbers on the board, smell the KK when I board

Private jet when I'm bored, get respect across the board

Get a check when I go, we pull up, bitch, we don't troll

[Trippie Redd:]

Said I'm alright (Alright)

Everywhere I go, bitch, I'm alright (Alright)

Yeah, draped in gold, bitch it's on ice (On ice)

VVS them diamonds, bitch, they all ice (All ice)

Yeah, I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Ooh, said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Know it's okay, yeah

Know it's okay, yeah

Know it's okay, yeah

Know it's okay

Bad Influence lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 See I be gettin'to it, gettin' to it

Come to these broads I be stickin' movin'

Don't ever talk it, if I didn't do it

I'm ridin' round, bumpin' on some new shit

Looking for a bad broad to cruise with

Come and kick it with a winner

No, we never losin'

I'm a call some of my dawgs, call them girls you cool with

I ain't nothing like them niggas cause they all illusion

I'm a roll some of this weed put my car in motion

Now we roller coastin'

Tell me I'm the one you need

Well, that ain't hard to believe

Hit this chronic then we leave

By now you probably wonderin what tricks I got up my sleeve

Cause tell me how you want it tho

And I'll slow down the speed

I open up the roof and drop the top you feel the breeze

Yeah I'm young and successful

But I made it out the streets

I'm throwin all my funds

And make it back in a week

You need to roll with me

You the baddest, to say the least

Shorty, what's good?

If you down, we can ride out to the hood

I'm tryna meet her, when you meet me like I should

We got you on, so you meet us understood, it's understood

It's all good! I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there

Top down riding round through the city blowin loud while we screamin

I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there

Top down riding round through the city blowin loud

Major player, major paper

You with a money maker

Tell them lames you gon' call them later

I'm just tryn get you higher then a skyscraper

Take you out get you flyer than a pilot, babe

I ain't running game no this ain't the same

I'm tryn put you in position to do bigger thangs

Everything in your name

Let your homegirls hate

Niggas try, but they ain't gettin in a way

I've been workin all day, now I'm dressed, tryn make a play

Wonderin if she leave here or she gon' stay

I'm a let you push the whip, to the crib, while I twist

Say you stoned so I'm gon' take this one to the face

Niggas tryn win the race, I'm just tryn get you laced

Take her right up to my place

Bring the bottles by the case

Roll the chronic, have a taste

I ain't got no time to waste

Shorty, what's good?

If you down, we can ride out to the hood

I'm tryna meet her, when you meet me like I should

We got you on, so you meet us understood, it's understood

It's all good! I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there

Top down riding round through the city blowin loud while we screamin

I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there

Top down riding round through the city blowin loud

Best Life lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Sosamann)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

I got that Hemi in my whip, so I can't slow it down

I got McQueen in my cup, so it's going down

I got that KK in my joint, so you know it's going 'round

I get up on the track an show you how it's supposed to sound

I come to your town, money get found

Them 'lil niggas want a ounce, I'm 'bout to roll a pound

Niggas hate, where the bank? I don't fuck with y'all

Keep it real, fuck the fake shit, sex doll

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

[Sosamann:]

"Onset!"

Hey

"How do you feel?"

My nigga, I told you, I'm great

I'm hittin' the gas, no brake

These niggas, they sad and they hate

While I'm tryna make cash, walk out of the safe

The Ps come from out of estate

Grinded all of my life, but I do not skate

I used to play ball in the crate

Now I ball in the mall I'm having my way (hey)

I'm just out living my life (ooh)

Diamonds they bright and they bite (ayy)

Remember running from the buzz?

Now I perform in front of the lights

Look busy, I'm short, they like the knife (ayy)

Eating the steak with the rice (woah)

Water with no pipe

Yeah, that'd be a wonderful night

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Big Burna lyrics - Kid Ink & Wiz Khalifa

 [*lighter flicks*]

I...I...ism

Wooooo!

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Kid Ink

Big burna

Smoke fire like the furnace

Reggie blunts I just curve 'em

To the left baby don't fuck the turn up

Frontos no more backwood

Out of Cali know the pack good

Put the blunt to the lips when she run her mouth

No sticks smell a seed, better throw it out

4:20 on the rollie

Cut the leaf like shinobi

Never lowkey

We be high up in the nosebleeds

Goin OT

Sweatsuit feelin' cozy

Rockshipshawty the chiefa

I walk in this bitch smell like carti and reefa

Just watch how you hit it lil bae that's a sleeper

She call when she needa...

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

She wanna get up in the car with Khalifa

Don't blow up her phone I just call when I need her

Yellow gold with the chrome

Matching all foreign features

Put her down on all fours

On the floor

That's what her knees for

Pick it up stick your tongue out

Lick it up

You a lesbian tonight you want dick or what

He a lame I'm a boss

Tell him give it up

One night this your life

Girl give it up

Pour drink sip it up

Bomb weed twist it up

I'ma pimp he a trick tell him spend it up

I got bitches like doctors got stitches

And I always keep one in the cut

Telling me you miss me

Send a picture of it

Anytime I shoot my shot

I'ma hit it: buckets!

Telling me I do it better than your nigga does it

You fuckin wit a...

Hahahahaa

Ugh!

Khalifa man

And if I put you on game

You game for life

You ain't my muthafuckin' wife

Hahahaha

Ugh!

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Bombay & Lemonade lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J & Chevy Woods)

 [Juicy J:]

Right here, let's get ratchet, uh huh

Trippy like Bombay paper planes

Pints of codeine, pounds of Mary Jane

If I didn't have my dope, I would go insane

24/7 high, I will never change

Need my Vicadin, I need my Loratabs

I need a bad bitch with enormous ass

Every day I'm throwed my nigga

When you makin' this money, this how it goes my nigga

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Rollin' and blowin' it by the O, my nigga

Sippin' and smokin', that's how I get it in motion

Smokin' the loudest and give you niggas the roaches

Shows and after parties for all the pictures, be posin'

Don't you doubt all that shit, so that nigga be pourin'

Slowin' down, weed goin' round

I'm lightin' up, it's goin' down

[Chevy Woods:]

Lemonade and gin, I be pourin' up

Roll another one 'cause I ain't never high enough

TGOD, that's how we live it up

For some real niggas, yeah you gotta give it up

It's like a joy stick, yeah my niggas play us too

Do or die, I be smokin' on a J or 2

That's some pimp type shit me and my niggas do

Yeah, we fucked up, what you heard is true

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm on that Bombay and lemonade

That's what be sippin' on

Ridin' clean and sitting low

Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone

I'm on that Bombay and lemonade

That's what be sippin' on

Ridin' clean and sitting low

Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone

[Chevy Woods:]

I'm playin' that eight track and that seven deuce

With a whole cup of that Taylor juice

Your bitch all around, we call that on the loose

With her hair blown and weave off the roof

My jewelry clean, that jar full

She got good brain, that's law school

Wanna get high, trippy, fucked up nigga

Oh you tryna get high, might as well pull with ya

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm drinkin', I'm smokin'

I'm faded, I'm loaded

Got weed smoked, got a bottle of gin

Got a bank roll, brought it all to spend

Got some pre-rolls, brought all of 'em in

And we gettin' smokey

[Juicy J:]

I'm the money man with the money team

Your money talk, well my money sing

I'm a rock star, bitch I'm a Memphis king

Out in Hollywood, livin' every nigga dream

With a bunch of white girls in a limousine

'Bout to pass the fuck out on this cup of lean

Hey white girl, have a couple of beans

Now let's make a movie full of fuckin' scenes

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm on that Bombay and lemonade

That's what be sippin' on

Ridin' clean and sitting low

Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone

I'm on that Bombay and lemonade

That's what be sippin' on

Ridin' clean and sitting low

Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone

Brand New lyrics - Ty Dolla $ign (with Wiz Khalifa)

 [Ty Dolla $ign:]

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla met a bitch on tour

Dolla made a mil on tour

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla did the cover of The Source

Dolla did the XXL

Dolla bought my bitch Chanel

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

Dolla signed a brand new deal, yeah

Dolla got sex appeal, yeah

Dolla keep it way too real

Dolla ain't got no chill

Dolla tell a nigga how he feel, aw yeah

Dolla bought a brand new watch

Dolla might run from the cops

Dolla get his looks from his pops, yeah

Dolla might sip some Henny

Dolla just count a milli

Dolla pulled up with Diddy, ay

Dolla might take your girlfriend

Dolla might take your girlfriend

Dolla gonna get his money

Saint Laurent and Gucci

Saint Laurent and Gucci

Dolla getting money, aw yeah

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla met a bitch on tour

Dolla made a mil on tour

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla did the cover of The Source

Dolla did the XXL

Dolla bought my bitch Chanel

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Cam bought a brand new Benz

Cam fucked a girl and her friend

Cam's all about his ends

Cam got the OG Kush with the tan

Cam bought a bus for the fam

Cam came up from a van

Cam got tats on his hands

Most call me Wiz, but the hoes call me Cam

Cam got businesses

When it's done, Cam don't leave witnesses

Cam got bitches, kid

Cam pull up in the car with the switches in it

Cam never gon' stop, Cam never gon' flop

Cam never gon' fuck with a cop

Cam always on top, Cam always in the room

With somebody else girl with the door locked

And they don't really like 'em

But they all fuck with Cam

Cam got the keys to the Lamb'

Cam blow trees like it's legal again

Cam always on the flight with a certified freak

That's who get up on her knees when we land

That's your girlfriend?

Bet she won't be no more if you leave her with Cam

[Ty Dolla $ign (Wiz Khalifa):]

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla met a bitch on tour

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla made a mil on tour

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla did the cover of The Source

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla did the XXL

(Cam did too)

Dolla bought my bitch Chanel

(Cam did too)

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Break Your Heart lyrics - Jay Park & Wiz Khalifa

 Tired of rolling up

Leaving once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

Tired of rolling up

Leaving once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

Ok, ok pulled up

In the right place, wrong time

Honestly honesty you get all mad

Try to be real with you never cross the line

Try to wait for my chance we miss all the land

Now we don't even care what they say

Packup and leaving that day

Money we throw in the safe

You got your own in the bank

We've both got our portions to raise

That smile stay all on your face

What we went through was a phase

Now we look for brighter days

All I took was patience

Had to do with low maintenance

Never look for a replacement

Had to make all them changes

Though I can take your place

There is something I had to face

And all your dreams

We go and chase

Come closer don't

Need no space 'cause I'm

Tired of rolling up

Leaving once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

Tired of rolling up

Leaving once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I'm tired of tired of breakin' your heart

You gave me that shit and I ripped it apart

Now I feel empty like swings in the park

I know I did u wrong

Our future was bright before it went dark

Guess it we were doomed right from the start

You wanted the beach I swim with the shark

Damn

I guess I'm stuck in my ways

It's too sad to say

Losing hope I have no faith

Pray for better days

So, it's po' me a cup

Forget about love

Faded memories

Let's say I'm a dog with feelings in my heart

Let's say I'm a dog who don't know what he wants

Let's say multiple visitors

Let's not kiss and tell

I'm just stuck in my ways

Tired of rolling up leaving

Once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

Tired of rolling up leaving

Once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

Breaks lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with John Cena)

 (from "WWE 2K15" soundtrack)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They try to make me slow down, but I live with the brakes off

They tell me I should hold up, but I live with the brakes off

Brakes off, brakes off, brakes off

And we're going up, up, up, up

Brakes off, brakes off

First place in the race

Either first or you're last, my foot stays on the gas

Floatin', ain't take much from out the class

Open the Forbes see a young nigga 'bout his

Hear people talking 'bout their dreams, he really living out his

They hating just to hate, but they don't really doubt it

My eyes stay on the prize

Told EI realised that love built this

So I'll be damned if you be fake, kill it

Put my all in, make 'em feel it

Show me them people who think it's bosses

I'll make them look like children

Top floor of the building, ordering drinks, rolling up

Planes all in the same, goes without saying

Y'all know the slang, no pain, no gain, let's get it

They try to make me slow down, but I live with the brakes off

They tell me I should hold up, but I live with the brakes off

Brakes off, brakes off, brakes off

And we're going up, up, up, up

Brakes off, brakes off

[John Cena:]

I'm making ground mine, you taking downtime

Every word is "hustle", the whole entire sound shine

Chasing the finer things, shining like diamond rings

Gemstone flow, that's the clarity my rhyming brings

King with the cold voice, I'm such a rogue choice

Tailored suit, pulling up in that Rolls Royce

Drop-head coupe, suicide doors

Arriving like Sinatra, Louis Vuitton floors

I'm talking 'bout my shoes, I'm chalking up your crews

I'mma give away the end, partner y'all about to lose

That's just the way it goes, don't take it to heart B

I say you're just a friend cause my biz is the marquee

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They try to make me slow down, brakes off, brakes

They tell me I should hold up, brakes off, brakes off

They try to make me slow down, brakes off, brakes off

They tell me I should hold up, brakes off

But I live with the brakes off

They try to make me slow down, but I live with the brakes off

They tell me I should hold up, but I live with the brakes off

Brakes off, brakes off, brakes off

And we're going up, up, up, up

Brakes off, brakes off

Burn Slow lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Rae Sremmurd)

 [Swae Lee (Wiz Khalifa):]

(Niggas gonna need a nap in a little bit)

Ear Drummers

Burn slow (Get back up from a trap nap)

Burn slow, burn slow

(I'm burning slow right now)

Burn slow

(I'm at the end of the inscent)

Burn slow, burn slow

(Niggas ain't got kids)

Burn slow, burn slow

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Nobody open the door

Homie I blow by the "O"

Burning it down, kush is all that I know

I done had all that before

Shawty a pro, told her get down on the floor

She take it all in her throat

She wanna go, smell the weed all in my clothes

Fuck her, don't need her no more

Six in a row, get a bitch, give her the bone

Break her like six in them stones

Niggas so cold, thinking I sit in the snow

I keep a bitch getting stoned

Smoke in my home, all my whips covered in chrome

All my dips love giving dome

Get it to go, back to my crib stuffing cones

Y'all either kids or my clones

We turnt up on marijuana and champagne

Them niggas talk 'bout who they are, but they don't do a thing

Can't tell me I ain't drunk I'm on that water in the club

Different strokes, find me a bitch I can poke

I'mma go get me an "O" and

[Swae Lee:]

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Got a couple thousand dollars and some J's rolled up

I get money every day so everything's on us

I got my own strain, it come with my name

Go straight to the brain, your shit ain't the same

A different lane, we sipping champagne

I been in the game, just give me a flame

She looking for change, I'm rolling up Jane

I'm balling insane, got more than six rings

In love with my slang, I'm puffing a J

I hunt her today, come up with a play

Most of these niggas be wanting to cuff on a bitch

I just be up in the way, stuff in the safe

I'm loving the race, stuck in first place

Fuck her for days

Them niggas wanna talk about it but they don't wanna roll

What it takes to be a real G, they don't even know

I go to her page, she come to my place

It look like a maze, we roll up a plane

She look at my change, she start giving brain

If they ain't the gang, then we ain't the same

[Swae Lee:]

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

Bye Haters lyrics - Hi-Rez & Wiz Khalifa

 These haters think they know me

They lie and say we homies

They always acting like we are friends

But they all look so dumb

They as fake as people come

I'm so sick of playing pretend

Say bye to my haters I been on my grind so I'll have to catch you later

Sort of like a skater, I been chasing paper just got paid someone tell the waiter

That we need another bottle Every day feel like I hit the lotto

I ain't tripping or stressing about tomorrow

No more worries hakuna matato I'm lion and a king

Got her smiling when I sing I been Fighting for my dreams

Like I'm Tyson in the ring Hustling tryna get it

I was struggling for a minute Girl you so fine I should give you a ticket

These haters think they know me

They lie and say we homies

They always acting like we are friends

But they all look so dumb

They as fake as people come

I'm so sick of playing pretend

Okay! Hey now you're a rock star I'm a roll one get blazed

Hey now I always work hard so I'm going to shine when I get paid

Yeah I made it to the top but I came from the pavement

New whip new chick on the grave shift

And I love to play say my kush outrageous

I'm a get it when I want I ain't waiting

Let the smoke out the window every time I lane switch

Chrome heart bracelet

Got a bad chick and it look like she waste-less

Lot of game dangerous

Smiling in my face when I fall up in the place

These haters think they know me

They lie and say we homies

They always acting like we are friends

But they all look so dumb

They as fake as people come

I'm so sick of playing pretend

You a hater

I ain't got no time for these lames because I'm on my grind

You a hater whether rain or shine best believe I'm a still get mine

No time for the haters and that's not gone change, me and you we are not the same

Little homie You a hater no matter what you say, because the haters just still gone hate

These haters think they know me

They lie and say we homies

They always acting like we are friends

But they all look so dumb

They as fake as people come

I'm so Sick of playing pretend

Can't Be Stopped lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 (from "Mortal Kombat X" soundtrack)

Uh, I'mma tell you that you not my competition

I'mma always win, throw me in and I'm going in

I ain't running, I'mma come until you leave

I'm 'bout to get it, talk about it 'cause I really live it

On them nights on a mission, no fear, no hope in my vision

Don't need no intervention, you ain't down to rider

And even if you was I come out, point 'em out, they all gon' be missing

Wonder why I'm still here act a fool if you met me (act a fool if you met me)

You try to be brave and step up with you crew it's too scary

Plus I'm too legendary, it's what we go hard for

I'm rocking your block, you on top you get knocked off

I'm taking your place yeah, I'll make it my property

May be a game to you, probably, that's a way of life for me

And so it's only right for me, annihilate 'em if they in my way or sight

Keep 'em up off of me, a weakness in you only make an appetite

Anytime I get into it I be looking at them, looking pitiful

And their condition it be critical, nothing less than original

Cross me once that's the end of you – who's next?

Can't Wait lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Alpac)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

You can't wait too long (Who you know smoke more than the Gang?)

Cause opportunity comes and goes

You can't wait too long (Don't worry I'll wait)

When you get another shot you never know

You can't wait too long (What up Al Pac!)

Got no time for that, no time for that

You can't wait too long, you can't wait too long, no

I ain't waiting for my shot

I'd rather get mine the hard way than take it off the top

I make her do what my car say

I'm skating off the lot, smoking weed in the hallway

I stink of all the pot, think you get out on the squad

But I'm thinking that you not

Run up on me the wrong way and end up getting socked

Ain't worried bout what you gon' get just think of what you got

Telling me I'm a star so I take her to the block

Let her meet all my squad see my place

See all of my cars could win a race

But I'm grown I be on a different pace

Get a shot get a chase, I don't take her out on a dinner date

Want a real nigga mama he's in your face

Watch how I innovate

These bitch ass niggas they been afraid

We ain't just getting started we been a gang

You lil ones ain't in the way, you just a bunch of Internet chumps

Tryna be tough, until somebody fuck you up

It's Young Wiz

You can't wait too long

Cause opportunity comes and goes

You can't wait too long

When you get another shot you never know

You can't wait too long

Got no time for that, no time for that

You can't wait too long, you can't wait too long, no

[Al Pac:]

Niggas bullshitting me I'm on a paper chase

On the grind everyday to get this paper straight

I paid my dues, Al Peezy making major moves

Smoking on some KK sipping on my booze

I'm from the bottom, coming straight off the block

Ride around in the Caddy, high from pushing this drop

I'm a take you to the top, still repping for Bigavell

And I'm coming for my spot, still giving you niggas hell

What it is, Al Gotti I'm riding with Young Wiz

Gain Greene, Taylor Gang we give you niggas the biz

The streets love it, Al Pac I make it do what it do

If you niggas need that wave I put you up in the loop

Got your lady in the coupe and she swallowed the whole team

When we pull up to the spot, we murder the whole scene

Hold it down for the town, I'm the menace from uptown

Talk crazy out your mouth, my nigga get barked down

[Wiz Khalifa:]

You can't wait too long

Cause opportunity comes and goes

You can't wait too long

When you get another shot you never know

You can't wait too long

Got no time for that, no time for that

You can't wait too long, you can't wait too long, no

[DJ Motor Mane:]

I hope you got your joints rolled

We just getting this thing started

It's Taylor Gang Volume 1

Your boy DJ Motor Mane checking in

E. Dan on em

You already know how we get down

This has been brought to you by Wiz Khalifa Raw Papers

Taylor Gang grinders on deck

We rolling