Khalifa, Wiz Filmography

• 2012 MTV Movie Awards (2012)
• Gang of Roses 2: Next Generation (2012)
• Inside Stargate (2012)
• Mac & Devin Go to High School (2012)
• The 2012 Billboard Music Awards (2012)
• The 54th Annual Grammy Awards (2012)
• Untitled Snoop Dogg Singing Competition Project (2012)
• 2012 MTV Video Music Awards (2012)
• MTV Europe Music Awards 2011 (2011)
• BET Awards 2011 (2011)
• 2011 BET Hip Hop Awards (2011)
• MTV Video Music Awards 2011 (2011)
• MTV Video Music Awards 2011 (2011)
• MTV Video Music Awards 2011 Pre-Show (2011)
• Rip the Runway '11 (2011)

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karaoke

It's Young Khalifa Man Taylor Gang or die (ahyeah)
Shes my weed roller
And when I'm with her guarantee I'm never sober (sober) she know exactly what I need she keep them swishers (swishers) the way she rolling up that weed I gotta keep her (keep her) I gotta keep her
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
That's good weed and she knows so she don't fuck up my swisher she roll that thing that hit hard like a kicker [?] I hit the bed and then I get to twist her (twist her) like my swisher (swisher) and she my weed roller (roller) a 50 box she rolled 'em I was like damn (damn) she lit the first one up like you know who I am my weed roller she only good for three blunts then it's over
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Shes my weed roller
And when I'm with her guarantee I'm never sober (sober) she know exactly what I need she keep them swishers (swishers) the way she rolling up that weed I gotta keep her (keep her) I gotta keep her
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
She know I need that weed as soon I come home off the road to make it easy on me she got one already rolled a nice long swisher (swisher) and shes a good twister (twister) yeah I got one that will roll my weed for me (and she don't smoke so that's more weed for me No I can't front this shawty got me impressed (yes) make a cigar look like a cigarette
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Shes my weed roller

[Wiz Khalifa]
Is this the top?
The top of the world?
Top floor?
There’s weed in the ashtray
It’s top-shelf
Cap!
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Riding in my Challenger
Faded off this weed brownie
Turning down the music cause the weed is loud enough already
Niggas ask about my pay
I say I keep it steady
Gripping on the wheel
Spending money like a politician
Tipping on a bill, it’s going down
Like this bitch was sitting on the hill
I keep my girlfriend in them expensive sort of heels
Furs and shit
Eat champagne and lobster cause I f-cking deserve this shit
CAP!
Niggas say I’ve got an old soul
Well, I tell them that I’m here muthaf-cka
And I made it cause my flow cold
I’ma roll some of this weed, I’ma pass it to you
Then we gon be so gone
Homie, I got papers and vaporizers
Flavors to stabilize ya
Thoroughly baked cake
Can’t say a thing and my eyes shut
[Hook]
They say they do (they do, they do…)
But they don’t know (don’t know, don’t know..)
Who we are (who we are, who we are…)
Superstars
[Verse 2 - Curren$y]
I’m outta here, stratosphere
Paper hella straight, nappy hair
Bitches seen that the kid that you was even there
When we pulled up, lit like Times Square
When we pulled up, lit like road flares
When we pulled off, them hoes disappeared
Because they know what we be doing over here
She just wanna be high in her underwear
With her iPhone plugged in the wall, power loss
Stepping out the shower
Threw her a shirt to towel off with
Of the two, one of the qualities I want in a bitch
Cause baby girl, f-ckin with me is some major shit
Failed warning, I gotta wake up to a BJ every morning
And a J while I’m yawning
Darling, I got papers and vaporizers
Flavours to stablize ya
I’m a fully baked potato
Spending my cheddar and chives
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Big Sean]
Uh, I got rich nigga blood nigga
Boi, boi
I’m dedicated, hella-faded
High as hell, I’m levitating
I’m rolling up, f-ck a wheelchair
Ironically, my shit’s medicated
Your eyes closed cause you sleep
My eyes closed cause I’m meditating
I gotta go make reservations
At a real nigga destination
Two girls in the tub, that’s luxury
You disagree? That’s f-ckery!
Saying “f-ck you” cause you can’t f-ck with me
I need my dick sucked, but I’m sucka-free
You are who it sucks to be
I’m a company, buy “Finally Famous” over everything
That’s my company
You already know, nigga
Collect the money like it’s old, nigga
And I’ma blow it like it’s rolled, nigga
And I be stuntin’ til I’m old, nigga
Weed, money and hoes: what a hell of a night!
F-ck you mean? This is everyday life
She in the mirror making sure that she wearing it right

[Chorus:]
We're done, but it's not over.
We'll Start it again, After the end of the day.
It keeps getting better.
Don't be afraid, we'll do it together.
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Started from nothing, ended up with everything.
From the house, to the whips, taking trips to any place that you care to name.
Champagne, skydivin'
EZ wider papers, no blunts, hit it once you mile high
Runnin' now I'm livin' how I'm supposed to.
Laughing at you haters like I told you
I just tell the waitress keep pouring.
Get infront of the camera keep posing
Too much bank to be rolled in, that's why I stay golden, till the cake gets swollen. And you just can't fold it. or it's old and molded. And the crust get golden.
[Chorus x2]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
You stay the night cause you say my life is exciting
Wake up still drunk not going to work cause you like it
Livin' with no regrets
Buyin' more bottles while we got ones I ain't even opened yet
Notice that first thought you wanna talk about your boyfriend
Now everytime he callin' you ignoring them
Somewhere tasting trees
Cat and mouse
You chase me I'll chase this cheese
While we're young, one

Yeah, yeah, around these parts I'm known as the youngest in charts
My ship bang off the trunk of your car
It's the cities know raps spiters send me blow clap n-ggers
Skin and bones for really know is fat n-gger
I know to chase the bus trying to get my paper up
In the studio writing rhymes to the paper crush
I'm not the type that you gonna call im a thug but I'm a hustler
It's all in my blood so if its all for then cheese im in it
My smooths kinda loose so I ease to the finish
I hop up in the coupe feel the breeze while I'm in it
Blowin smoke about the roof, got my trees that I'm splitting
Younger got the game all locked, I'm on top, it's a shame you're not
You are lame, put your brain on pop
If you wet like the rain you drop, I'm going on top and I ain't gonna stop, n-gger, yeah
We drift deeper, life goes on, we drift deeper, drift deeper, we drift deeper in the zone life goes on
We drift deeper in the zone, feeling strongDon't ...you know what you're dealing with o so innocent but flow so diligent
My spit games like a foul fall pillage sh-t, no ...want but they don't go killing sh-t
Real a sh-t and your main right pick me, they try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cents, n-ggers wanna play games out quickly
More with the score that I hit me
And they want the kids still hurting, hundred n-ggers with hammers
yeah, that's what I call a steel curtain
I had of my time to steal with a couple of mail work it
And I am from Pittsburgh with a cream and the eating is good
And the things do everything in the hood
Everything is like a war so my soldiers protecting the hood
And we getting the green like we should
We drift deeper, life goes on, we drift deeper, drift deeper, we drift deeper in the zone life goes on
We drift deeper in the zone, feeling strong
I'm from the home of the great, where they know for the cake
where the money's stacking up, putting chrome to your face, you can step out of line, n-gger,
thrown in the place, that's what all my homies say, this wherever whenever
...flow so hard and I spit so sick, all the days fat n-ggers it's all can't be on a heaven
no no sh-t and that's wrote to the wherever whenver
We drift deeper, life goes on, we drift deeper, drift deeper, we drift deeper in the zone life goes on

Yeahh.
Some old school shit.
When uhhhh, you be at the lunch table
Ha ha ha.
This that right here.
Uh yeah
I put my team on
Now we in the game but I memba days when I ain't have no-one to lean on
I learned to hold my own
And sing the skys the limit, take a hundred dollar bill and make a paper plane.
And try to make a name
And when ya done giving ya all you give ya everythang
You got what it takes
I told the world my song
They lovin it
You can't tell me nothin cause my whole clique stuntin
Boy wassuppp
Yeahhhhhh [x4]
So where ya goin, ya lifes on a road
From the party to the plane and ya names in the light show.
You find your way back home, away from all the pressure and a women tryin to stress you
Find a new one
You've reached a new phase
They got you lookin at tomorrow like a new stay
And not a new day
To some it may seem wrong
But fuck it, cause I'm good weed puffin and my whole team stuntin
Boy wassuppp
Yeahhhhhh [x4]
And I hop up out the bed
Grab my iPhone
Put some kush in the swisha
Roll one up
When you live the star life
Gotta go hard so you workin all night, sleep when the sun come up
Yeahhhhhh [x2]
Hahaha.
Yeah

[x2:]
Come and walk with me I've seen a lot in my life so come and talk with me through the streets of the city back and forth with me to the slums of my home this that shit that only come from my home
Pittsburgh
Welcome to pistolvania an hour ride from {Pittsburgh} where kids earn stripes get rip and flip birds
A loss on da strip neva
Hussle dope crack coke to dat fifth letta all ova that big chedda
And you can front here fuck around and get slumped here big enough a body in a trunk here
Where white tees and fitted caps match the night game we drop bets on fast cars and dice games
Shorty smile pretty face and a nice frame
I'm a mac got her in da back gettin pipe game
But that's a day in da life some may say that we trif but keep gettin money cakin up nice
This were da crime rate is sky high what can I say man crime pays and some body gotta die
Only one good thing could make a man put da pump to you and that's to see his fam live comfortable
Walk with me
[x2:]
Come and walk with me I've seen a lot in my life so come and talk with me through the streets of the city back and forth with me to the slums of my home this that shit that only come from my home
Pittsburgh
This were da girls pop shit like niggas, get chips like niggas, lock strips and cop wips like niggas
And da dudes tend to act like bitches, don't want to strap like bitches, put run they got dam trap like bitches
You see my team get cake like ya'll
Flip weight like ya'll
A little similar but ain't like ya'll
A lot of haters where I rest at
You should except that
It's not that they have the choice to cake like ya'll
Hop in da coupe and I'm switchin lanes when I drive
Stayin focus hit this roach again and I'm high
On my way to the jungle put this smoke in da breeze where da weed is not a want it's a need
And I'm from 412 got a problem with any bitch nigga that be runnin round talk about me this and that
Where I'm from real niggas don't talk we listen back
Come and walk with me I've seen a lot in my life so come and talk with me through the streets of the city back and forth with me to the slums of my home this that shit that only come from my home
Pittsburgh
Now there's a couple things to get cleared
Bitch I'm da prince here
Slip get yo shit smeared and fished out in six years
Yea you can scuba dive with no swim gear in {Pittsburgh} niggas make sure that them trenchs clear
Da block hot for realla make a lot of ckrilla a hustlers dream get the cream and go pop da villa
I make cash freaks better shake ass I skeet and make da game dash like rock-a-fella
[x2:]
Come and walk with me I've seen a lot in my life so come and talk with me through the streets of the city back and forth with me to the slums of my home this that shit that only come from my home

Up above the clouds, no one pullin' me down.
Smokin, chillin, up at the top of the world.
Up above the clouds, no one pullin' me down.

wake up, wake up, i don't wanna wake up, wake up.
wake up, wake up, i don't wanna wake up, wake up.
get on straight never switch lane...'cause it's hard not to see
i came up in a big way and i hardly ever sleep well it's like a dream
i don't wanna wake up from, don't wanna wake up from
i don't wanna wake up from, don't wanna wake up from
ohh, long days, what i know hard work place
all the money getting long to
and the cush male strong too,
that's that good any chick ...need a .. too
one thing i know is go hard young make fake niggas know this
blowing money 'cause you die if you don't live
that's how you know i was fly when i wrote this
first class tax or maybe i'm the first 'cause it's my first class swag
..i was dripin' ....
chorus:
get on straight never switch lane...'cause it's hard not to see
i came up in a big way and i hardly ever sleep well it's like a dream
i don't wanna wake up from, don't wanna wake up from
i don't wanna wake up from, don't wanna wake up from.
go hard young, go hard.. let you in the game better play your part
go hard young, go hard and if you win the game as well place smart
'cause i've seen niggas fall like paper, got money scene friend turn haters
got money ..turn major, got money why people turn neighbors
me to girl teach her how to roll papers, six months three place
.... run my town like the .. run my town b*tch like a ..
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i can take you up higher than you ever know
..what you want ..let go, hell no

you gonna love me
you gonna love me, man! is wiz khlaifa!
uh, black out, yes!
cd in the building
stand up equipped for your prints right now
i'm about to show you niggers
and why wiz khalifa is the prince of the city
listen, listen, listen!
young dude, you get off in
nigger off in
respect you fools and solve these payments
and no other rapper is .. as man
disagree, i remove your top, help you change your
what your life about?
we're on that add with our pipes out
city seen nigger life's out!
that's the definition that is black thing
we being black o thing and slaying
and in the i wanna step up, get it
.. a lot of things that will make a mess of you
and i don't sell weed,
i don't sell,
i roll with the game, the that leave a smell on your throat!
..to see games, soon as we stump in a place
not.. but don't think, no want to mistake
leave anyone you met in your life, as you if you're running my space
dog, i could get you punched in your face
or you could run butt naked, have you
no jewels, no shoes, i'm nigger with no rules
dudes, don't understand what i'm getting at?
the whole concept is pitiful, so when i'm done
..these twins no longer be identical.
i do respect for anyone
listen man, it's still the song she's singing to you
yow niggers gonna love me, now!
you might not want to, but it's hard, i'm the prince of the city and still!
and now, listen!
shuts start to my nigger, let's collapse on my nigger listen, uh!
i speak to you, dough,
i'm the true prince
do the artist formerly
now keep that thing, gotta keep that
reaching for the lord, dog, release that
when i step in the place. stole grands on me
downs, with their hands on me!
you're sick of searching and nigger with punch lines
well known to heart pride.
all mouth doing like a buck fifty on a strip
it's no way you gonna hold me
i rap sick, and i put the
ok, get a cracking for the war
i'm sixteen, the eighteen, when it's .. for the war!
i'm way big, no i'm better than him
keep suffering on me with a .. i call 'em
this are all streets, and trespass, and you get..
you can .. for everything down to your bus
and when i buck fats, niggers top fast
and you can . put your mustache.
and niggers imitate the team we are,
but i .. you burn niggers like cdr.
i do got respect for anyone real,
and that's me!
no doubt about it man!
and niggers can run..
it's o question, the prince of the city is still, nigger
and that's me, oh, oh!
i'm feeling real good in here right now,
i'm feeling , man!
and niggers let us sing the side of this one!

[Intro:]
Chea
Uh Huh
[Hook: x2]
Money On The Mine
Hustlin' All The Time
All About Tha Paper, Cuz
Da Youngn' On His Grind
Youngn On His Grind
Young-Youngn On His Grind
Youngn On His Grind
Young-Youngn On His Grind
[Verse 1:]
Som Say Dat Im Next 2 Be Da Greatest (Jealous)
And Jealousy Com Wit Secuss U Cant Escape It (Why)
Dem Dirty Ass Niggas Who Stress U Wen U Cakin (Uh Huh)
Bless U Wen Im Speakin, (Yea)
I Chew One Of U Guys, Yes Nigga Im Feastin
Dat Young Nigga Beastin (Yeaaa)
Body Covered Wit Tates And Good Wheats
And Back 2 Back He Spit Fire U'mon Slires, (Slires)
Flames Upon Lames (Lames)
Da Same Lil Nigga Just Playin Wit Dumb Change
U Stand One Lane (Lane) Im Tearin Thourgh Da Streets
Ya U Niggas Beef And Aint Sayin I Wont A (No)
Dat Well Be Da Day I Give Life 2 Ya Lil Niggas (Niggas)
Som Of Dem Are Older Den Me But Ya All Lil Niggas (Niggaa)
Goin 2 Hard 4 Me 2 Take A Fall Lil Nigga (Niggaa)
Keep Doin My Thing Ya U Are A Lil Sicka (Yea)
Splits And Big Chipas (Yeaa) Young But Rich Niggas
U Want Dat Real Shit Well Den Fuck Wit Wiz Nigga! And I
[Hook: x2]
Money On The Mine
Hustlin' All The Time
All About Tha Paper, Cuz
Da Youngn' On His Grind
Youngn On His Grind
Young-Youngn On His Grind
Youngn On His Grind
Young-Youngn On His Grind
[Verse 2:]
Okay
Listen Fan I Hear U Man But Im A Lil Hotta (Hotta)
Wiz Culd Goin And I'll Be Hard 4 U 2 Get Moftha (Moftha)
Young Monsta Chumps Culd Slump Off Ya
Nigga Wanna Touch My Flow Fuckz Wrong Wit 'em

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
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 its supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Uh, Uh huh
So what I keep 'em rolled up
Saggin' my pants not caring what I show
Keep it real with my n-ggas
Keep it player for the hoes
And look clean dont it?
Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it
Give me some 501′s jeans on and roll joints bigger than King Kong's fingers
And smoke them hoes down 'till they stingers
You a class clown and if I skip for the day I'm with you b-tch smokin' grade A
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
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 its supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
[Snoop Dogg - Verse 2]
Yeah, uh 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, its gettin' kinda heavy, relevant, sellin' it
Dippin' away, time keep slippin' away
Zip in the safe, flippin' for pay
Tippin' like I'm drippin' in paint

(I'm young Khalifa. I'm young, I'm young Khalifa.)-repeated in
background
Hahahahah yeah man. Okay. Hahahahah yeah (DJ Ill WIll)
All about my money, if you not I'll see you later.
I take out the first two letters and say hahah to you haters.
I got rooms with elevators. Yeah they say I'm futuistic.
Got an iPhone for business but this sidekick's for the bitches.
Yeah, bitch. Okay
Stupid swaggered up, niggas mad at us.
All my niggas rep that gang.
And my bitch she bad as fuck.
Hair down her back, religion always true.
My president is black. My head coach coach too ooo
(DJ Rockstar)
Tatted like a Mexican, fresher than a freshman.
Pocket full of Benjamins, how much ain't a question.
Wouldn't believe how many older women that be crushin'.
Never quick to make a scene, to me it's really nothin'.
And that's me hahaha I do dis shit yeah. Well okay.
Calim your flows insane but niggas not so sick.
Let himm heat up for I eat up.
Hope the pot don't stick.
And my knots don't fit, but my jeans do.
Apologize for shittin' on you niggas.
I ain't mean to. I see life in plain view.
I'm lookin' out the window.
Lickin' swisher tips and a bitch to fluff my pillow.
California trips got me on some different swag.
If you ain't no who I was, I bet you you know it now.
Yeah
Yeah bitch, it's taylor gang or die. Taylor gang over everythang. Fuck
hos everywhere we go. This shit you burn after you roll. Hahahahahah

(Puffin) Uh huh
Sledgerin
Look nigga I'm the rawest, the mo'fuckin' animal
Want war? One phone call is how I handle you (whew)
On the grind, you pussy nigga's hate
Bitch I'm out in different states, politic, and gettin cake.
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them doller signs.
Run with them niggas holdin glocks like it's columbine (pop, pop, pop)
I'm a star, ain't a choice hoe I gotta shine
Far as Pittsburg, I'm the voice so I gotta rhyme.
Grind all the time ever since the 1st day
Now I'm gettin cake like every day became my birthday
Something like a earthquake, the way this shit drop
I be at the tip top posted with a big knot
You didn't know hoe you sit at home and just watch
Less then haters, stone cold spectators
Same lame's turn out to be investigators
No where near comfortable need extra paper.
Got the city on smash, the streets on lock
100 real niggas with their heats on cock
Got my pockets on swol still need more gwap.
Plus the hood says they love to hear the young boy talk
Ay ay
The jeans spent about a buck 45 on them
If He trick the team, buck 45's on him.
When we hit the scene, the club hoes just pile on him

If I brought it out the crib that mean I'm spending errything
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye aint spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye aint spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye aint tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
You know me no I don't my nig a be about it
Can't even count it, Need an accountant
I'm rich so now my bitch is bad I need a stallion
Aint trickin I just treat her like she need allowance
Smoke the whole pound "Man we gone need an Island"
Keep my toys in the garage so bitches think I'm childish
Oh I got money you could keep your talent
Ye aint even getting money you just be around it
Engine screaming when I run it,
Wakin neighbors when I'm coming
Here em talking but they don't want it them nigguhs frontin
Smokin loud they shit you smoke aint sayin nothing
Them nigguh talking shit but they aint sayin nothing
If I brought it out the crib that mean I'm spending errything
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye aint spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye aint spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye aint tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Diamonds all up in my chain its like an ambulance
Nigguh tryna race my car, man he don't stand a chance
Everything is all on us that mean you gotta know
Bitch if ye aint tryna fuck that mean you gotta go
Drinkin liquor smoking weed and ballin everday
Mean money fuckin hoes I'm repping Taylor Gang
That nigguh, they tellin me that I'm that nigguh
Like the rooms full of white folks, I'm that nigguh
If ye aint talkin money I can't even rap which ya
Major cake but nigguhs hate because my stacks bigger
Raw papers, law ones
Fuckin with them Taylors boy you got the wrong one
If I brought it out the crib that mean I'm spending errything
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye aint spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye aint spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye aint tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for

Work Hard Play Hard lyrics
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work,
Work, work, work, work
Diamonds all in my brain, n-gga
Gold watches, gold chain, n-gga
Hundred dollar champagne, n-gga
Yeah, my money insane n-gga
Yeah, I’m making it rain n-gga
But I was just on a plane, n-gga
Buying gear, flying here
F-ck With you, it's my time of year
Uh, if i'm in the club, I get a hundred stacks
I'm always rolling up, so I get love for that
The n-gga stole my swag, but I don't want it back, my n-gga
I was on this, but now i'm on to that
You see them in my closet, for a song to write
Was in duran white, now i'm going back my n-gga
I got so much money I should start bank
So much paper right in front of me it's hard to think
Pop so many bottles, it's gon' be hard to drink
But i'm still growing up, and my family here
And they rolling up, so i'm
The bigger the bill
The harder you ball
Well I’m throwin’ mine
Cuz my money long
The quicker you’re here
The faster you go
That’s why where I come from
The only thing we know is
The bigger the bill
The harder you ball
Well I’m throwin’ mine
Cuz my money long
The quicker you’re 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
Hop your pretty ass up in this f-ck-ng car
B-tch i'm out this world girl you know i'm a star
Used to barrels, but now we by the bar
Last year they had to ask, now they know who we are
Bullsh-t, walk in the building, I own sh-t
You tell by who i'm on the phone with
And n-gga talk about grown sh-t
N-gga too busy jacking my swag
Need to f-ck around, get your own sh-t
Get your own cars, get your own clothes
Get your own smoke, get your own b-tch
You ain't reppin my game, get your own click
The bigger the bill
The harder you ball
Well I’m throwin’ mine
Cuz my money long
The quicker you’re here
The faster you go
That’s why where I come from
The only thing we know is
The bigger the bill
The harder you ball
Well I’m throwin’ mine
Cuz my money long
The quicker you’re here
The faster you go
That’s why where I come from
The only thing we know is
Go hard, make sure you do whatever it is what you gotta do
That's your job
And n-gga's gone hate, but that's no prob
So hey, f-ck 'em, don't need nothing from 'em
So n-ggas talking, but the sh-t 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 now that everybody was gonna know me
Most n-gga don't see
The bigger the bill
The harder you ball
Well I’m throwin’ mine
Cuz my money long
The quicker you’re here
The faster you go
That’s why where I come from
The only thing we know is
The bigger the bill
The harder you ball
Well I’m throwin’ mine
Cuz my money long
The quicker you’re 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

well let me tell you 'bout some chicks that i know
i got a latina girl that says she want it pronto
i got a girl named savannah, when i call her rapter
she tryin' to chase the dollar, yeah that's all she after
she said she fed up with the modern rappers
there's no energy, just them and me
so i said i got that remedy
i got that o shit, you can depend on me
cause i'm versatile, i can shake up the floor, i'll reverse the tile
you can bet your whole purse every verse is wild
make a sucker mc reverse his style
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it, yeah you can count on it
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
and if you're feelin' like a sizzling chick, then you should bounce this
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
i think you know what time it is
yeah, yeah, i think you know what time it is
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it
you start to realize that they were all actors
they dropped a tape, and they they thought that they will be a star after
yeah they thought that they were off after
let me Å¡how you how to go from a broad rapper
to a large factor
if you climb too slow, man you fall faster
if you even come close, man you don't have to
but i'm the idiot dude that went from considering business school that lived in my vision
and getting ridiculed
cause you're still a fool until you're a genius
and then you're with a status quo that don't know what your dream is
and then you're with a married girl that don't know where her ring is
and so you're with her fool, and girl that feel gitter english
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
if you're pushing money down it, yeah you can count on it
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
and if you're feeling like it sounds legit, then you should bounce this
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
i think you know what time it is, yeah, yeah
i think you know what time it is
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it
dancing, let me tell you something
i'm aiming for the game, yeah you can make that assumption
you ain't sayin' nothin' half of y'all illiterate
you owe for 16s, i'm on the top of my division shit
better than your written shit
you expect that shit that was never impressive
somebody else should write it down, you could take a suggestion
and you say you in the game, you ain't even contesting
you show chains, i show you lanes how to make an investment
yeah, diversify, and i never ever had to make her decide
Å¡he ain't never ever been in the air that high
man i get this shakes wings so these birds can fly
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it, yeah you can count on it
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
and if you're feelin' like a sizzling chick, then you should bounce this
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
i think you know what time it is
yeah, yeah, i think you know what time it is
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
you can put your money down on it
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
and if you're feelin' like a sizzling chick, then you should bounce this
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)
i think you know what time it is
yeah, yeah, i think you know what time it is
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)

[Verse 1:]
Nigga, yeah, fresh up off the plane
Real niggas embrace my music and bitches go insane
Even they kids throwin' up the gang
They don't bother pronouncin' my name
They just look at my chain
Boy how much you spent on it?
This ain't nothin' but hard work
And what you can get from it
Ain't no toilet paper but this smell like the shit
Don't it?
Smokin' chronic and drinkin' gin
'Til we get sick stomached
And them suckas ain't gotta like it
'Cause ya bitch love it
I'm a roll it
She gon' light it
Tell me she in desperate need
Of a pilot
I told her kick her feet up
We gon' go to my crib
Soon as I roll this weed up
Call some friends of yours
And we could all have a smoke out!
You ain't gotta hold it too long
This is rapper weed
Couple hits is all you gon' need
In my Versace frames, I'm blazed!
Somewhere on the island
Smokin' some ray, middle of the day,
Drunk dialin'
Be surprised by how high a nigga get
I'm a different kind of fly, we ain't on the same shit
Nigga!
[Chorus]
I won't land
Won't land, won't land [x5]
[Verse 2:]
No need to apologize
You should know how fly niggas do
Only EZ-Widers
Been done with them cigarillos fool
I been on the road choppin' and killin' them interviews
Heard I left a major deal
But my paper major still
And all of them fans in love with me
'Cause I say what's real
So I can never give a fuck!
How a hater feel
But uh, every time they send a driver for me and Will
I call her doin' my talkin' on the field
At first niggas was tough,
They don't wanna be gangstas now
Faces of my flow,
Yeah they copy and paste my style
Wouldn't think I notice it
While in my hotel, smokin with yo bitch
Fool! Haha
And this is it, what!
Relax your feet, put on some music
Roll a zip up
And we gon' smoke it 'til it's gone
Ever see me cough?
Can't speak for suckas who do
Because I'm G'd up! What!
Haha! Ah!

I be rollin
Riden
Flow so fly I be so so high
She say I'm that guy u wanna ride with
Like my car get inside it
U excited
I don't blame u
Everywhere I go all them hoes act the same too
I don't wanna date u
I just wanna take u home n do somethin grown folks can relate too
Bitch I'm a play u
I would hate to
But if u stay cool we should be straight boo
Bitch I'm a straight fool
No I can't lie
Don't let a day go bye where I ain't high
Pump your brake lights lemme slow it down
Know who I is n how is bout to go down
U wanna roll now
We'll just ride out
Right now I'll show u what I'm bout
[Chorus:]
Tryna front when u see me in the club bitch u no who I am [x4]
Gettin weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet u no who I am [x4]
They be runnin up n showin all this love cause they know who I am [x4]
Didn't notice it but now your goin nuts cause u no who I am [x4]
I be cakin
Makin all of this money
Look honey I ain't fakin
See that your takin
That's cool with me
Cause u n your boyfriend ain't got shit to do with me
Truthfully
Real talk
I pimp hard she tell them to get lost
Bottles of patron good green in my cigar
See u in your girl watchin me n my niggas
Now that your with us
If not wiz don't fuck a rap star
I just get it how I live
This ain't the first time that u heard about wiz
So ma why I feelin me just front n act like it is
U ain't the type of juice better then one poundin
Just lettin me come round now she a buss down
Feelin my convo
Then mami let's ride out
Right now I'll show u what I'm bout

Is that air is that drop
Is that... outside the pot
Is that whip it whip it whip it
Whip it whip it watch it...
Is that loud? Is that stupid loud?
I can't hear a sound
I am in the club
You can't see me
I ain't never coming down
Is my swags out the frame
In my own lame
Had a bad bitch she's off the chain
And my hustle pay stupid
You all know how I do it
Keeping shit one hundred
No stocking in my music
They say I am back foolish
I can show you how I do this
I am fly by the haters
I took them...
My flow is optimistic
I pay for my own pictures
They say they don't believe it
I say go ask...
Whip it whip it around [repeats]
I am counting paper rolling paper
Watching time fly
California breaks I am...
Me I am sky high
My bitch down on earth
Money in the bank
... roller in her purse
And I ain't... in the job...
Show love and the diamonds of my neck
Make these whores trust
On the role... model whores
... good nigger whit friends
I ain't got to talk much give me brains
Cause she said she has expensive tastes
Let her rob my tattoos...

Yeah
Don't
Don't
Damn
Don't leave, cause your my oxygen without you I won't breathe
Your everything I want, need, for you I wear my heart on a short sleeve
I know some things need changing, that takes time I need more, please
Say I ain't do everything I coulda done, like the shit that I did ain't good enough?
Your friends said they been woulda left, ain't do you right so you head to the left
I can't say that I blame you, I never though that it would be this painful
People do it everyday I can change too
But dealin with the heartbreaks what she can't do
True, and that's as real get, what you feel ain't easy to deal with
[Chorus:]
When you find the girl you love has gone,
You ask yourself why life must go on.
You thank alot about what she said,
Deep inside you pray he'll bring her back someday.
Don't go
How to live my life without you I just don't know
But you feelin this relationship, it's not that it can't it just won't grow
I say I love you you say it don't show
Fuck the money and them gifts don't count
What about them smaller things you needed
And why the fuck you had to leave before I seen it
Damn, I need your love like a weed stick
Me without you like kathy no regis
I kept secrets, and could'ntapologize enough times for messin with that freak bitch
But I can still tell that your leavin, and like I said I can't blame you the least bit
The cryin shame is, and times changin
Best friends become strangers, that's how it is
[Chorus:]
When you find the girl you love has gone,
You ask yourself why life must go on.
You thank alot about what she said,

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
And they say all I rap about is bitches and champagne,
You would too if every night you seen the same thing
Money wall to wall, young famous n-gga, spend it all,
when you die you can't take it with ya
Bottle of Rose if I'm drinking with ya
Cause most n-ggas is broke their bank is injured
Then bitches gonna ride with who they think's a winner
And I'll be smiling in case they take a picture
Oh, I'm smoking weed drinking liquor make a hundred
on a show spend it all on my n-ggas
When I go shopping I tell them pick one
Cause they was with me when nobody seen a vision
Always about my business don't play the cards
I talked to the n-ggas who dealed them, uhh
Royal flush, now look up them n-ggas and baby girl you see us, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm gonna spend it all why wait for another day
I'ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
Cause I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
No I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone
I'm gonna spend it all why wait for another day
I'ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
Cause I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
No I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
Hella hoes in my car, they wanna feel that maximum speed
Never had an absence of weed
Tired of being at the bar, everything Louie V,
Plus the most exclusive treat in my jar
Making my bank, spending it all
and that expensive shit you paid for, she had it on
She taking it off, most of these n-ggas just talk and taking it off
Back in the day money was short, I'm making it taller
you know what I mean, some say it's a problem
Blowings my greens, not saving my collards
No NBA, they say I'm a baller
Live for today, it's not like my father
[Chorus]
I'm gonna spend it all why wait for another day
I'ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
Cause I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
No I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone
I'm gonna spend it all why wait for another day
I'ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
Cause I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone

Yea,
I live life like the weekend (weekend)
Get it in every night til the weekend (weekend)
Stay up til the sun rise then we sleep in (yeah)
Hard work got my bank account peakin (peakin)
Shit straight, you can trust me
Niggas gon hate, but the hoes just love me (love me)
Don't it sound so good
How a youngin so fresh with a style so hood
Got visions of your man, broke and doin bad
Fans stand in line just to take pictures of your man
Flow hot, should be in the kitchen with the pans
Money be on the floor stacked to the ceiling with the fan
I'm living what I'm saying
Name known everywhere I go, west coast to the buildings in Japan
Trying to keep them dollar signs fillin up my pants
So I don't need weight, the boy got cake
See me in every city, different broad in every state
Niggas all got new intentions cause I'm winning in the race
I make a broad turn groupie
She like, "gosh, look at all this Gucci
I have her in the crib late night, in the crib rollin that stink up
Now she talkin bout getting inked up
I don't see ya'll weak fucks
Now that ya'll swole me and NeakO linked up
Now we gon eat up
I live life like the weekend (weekend)
Get it in every night til the weekend (weekend)
Stay up til the sun rise then we sleep in (yeah)
Hard work got my bank account peakin (peakin)
Shits straight, you can trust me
Niggas gon hate, but the hoes just love me (love me)
Don't it sound so good
How a youngin so fresh with a style so hood
Wizzle listen, this is where them and us both differ
Before they had the voice now they have the pitcher
And we will deliver
We are the stars, the big dippers, get it?
High sky scraping, the constellations
High sky scrapin', the constellations
My flow forsaken and they cannot take it
And I'm gon give it and they will not make it
My flow coke an I'm gon bake it
But I never sold it
More like a weed tota, mota rolla Nextel chirpa
Your girl is a slurpa, but you don't know it
Young Wiz told me, he put his hommie on it
And I ran up on it, and we had a moment or two
You ain't seen me since how lonely are you?
You sad and you're weepin' 'I'm comin' right back,
I'm a see you next weekend
I live life like the weekend (weekend)
Get it in every night til the weekend (weekend)
Stay up til the sun rise then we sleep in (yeah)
Hard work got my bank account peakin (peakin)
Shit straight, you can trust me
Niggas gon hate, but the hoes just love me (love me)
Don't it sound so good

(Chevy)
Bitch ass nigga ain't nobody feelin' that
you got a whole lot of mouth I could kill you with a rap
that's 16 in the magazine one chamber and
could knock as many down as I wanna - Will Chamberlan
Yeah, I'm buckin' seats like a nascar
view from the beach condo that's the plan all
y'all niggas suffering hard
I'm rollin up wine glass sippin off of the loft
yeah, that's a couple of counts
I don't watch it, I know
I rarely see the amount
I'm out in Memphis with Juice
We into the ballin' for real
you niggas talkin' like you're scoring numbers out on the field
never fake em for real
my name is good on the spot
now it's presidential suites but still keepin' it copped
no need for the bar
we can send you some shots
I know they mad cuz they can't afford what's out in that lot
[Chorus](Wiz)
And when it comes to this paper we're gettin all it
That means you fucking with gangsters
Soon as we walk in the door we get the party started
That means you fucking with gangsters
(Juicy J)
Trippy niggas, we don't give a fuck
Hopped out a brand new
Panned at my reflection
Mob niggas comin' through
Bitch, clear the section
Doobie to my lips
straps I come equippted
live a trippy life, every day I'm in the strip
We be throwin 100s
you be throwin 1s
we marinate our lean with our blunts
Call my young nigga, what the count reads?
Call my young nigga, bring him back to me
Call my young nigga, he got what you need
I get high as a bitch, Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas
Make that bitch bite down have her dancing on her knees
I treat her like a prostitute, she bringin me a fee
Real money give niggas who I hang with
Jackson, Grant, Franklin, people who I came with
I'm still ballin'
Juicy J will never quit
Broke ass nigga, I don't speak your language.
[Chorus](Chevy)
Fly gangsta shit, nigga.
They don't want to sell me shit now I don't need to buy
three piece suit clean and I don't even try
bags for my bitch, nigga, cuz she likes shit
and cash for my niggas, half of them endited
that's game recognize game
and my niggas know
house shoes on rich gang stitched in my row
fly niggas just a belt that you're tryna price
we gettin' to it everyday same thing tonight
G shit from the block, you already know
the homie told me we gon get it, had to let it go
yeah been where the weed at
you know I wasn't trippin, man, I just couldn't see that
now I'm trippy getting faded with my drink
got beginning of the pack for the cash you know I lead that
(?) language I ain't never speak that

Ima run it
I dont know whats going on, or about this feeling you got me feelin you got me feeling, Cus everytime I try to leave im right back again,
And I aint going no where,you got me walkin on the
ceiling,(hehe) so when the times get hard and the nights are all alone,
Oh, ill be the one u call all( all on), no telling
where we mite go,(hold on) And evrytime you look up baby im right there,
Flyin in the air, so let all of ur fears go o o
oh, aint never spend a night low,
We go up up up up up up up up, we go up up up up up up up
up, we go up up up up up up up up, we go up(16X)
So high im not comin down, And you an me we aint comin either,(hmm)
Lets write our names n the cloud , break sumthing down,
Roll it up an pass it all around, got damn she a keeper, So when the times get hard an the nights are all alone,(oh) ill be the
one u call o on, and tell em where we might go, and
Everytime you look up baby im right there, flyin in the air,
so let all of your fears go o o oh, aint nevr spend a night
low,
We go up up up up up up up up, we go up up up up up up up
up, we go up up up up up up up up, we go up(16X)
Cus everythings better when your high
Everythings better wen your high (3x)
If you dont smoke I dont know why
Cus everything better wen your high
Everythings better wen your high (3x)

Started out out slow, slow,
Cause no matter how much she gets she wants more
Girl now we on the top floor, top floor
Holding on tight, you and I go
Can you feel it in?
Can you feel it in?
Feel it in ?
Oh, first class have in the game like a free throw
Fill my bank up with cash my glass were...
You ain't gotta tell your friends what we talk about
All the places that we go, we go
You're mine for the nigh, your man try and rip all, oh
Work nights never sleep so you think she got no job
Go to school during the week on a week and we go hard
Live so large, let you daughter down the mall like it's your car
It's no problem, go ahead and sing it girl, this is your song
Started out out slow, slow,
Cause no matter how much she gets she wants more
Girl now we on the top floor, top floor
Holding on tight, you and I go
Can you feel it in?
Can you feel it in?
Feel it in ?
Oh nothing you... thinking jealous when we show up, show up
Make you feel like a little girl again, but fuck you like a grown up,
High as you can be it's like the dream you never woke from
My life's like a movie, get ready for your close up
Pour bottles and toast up, your man... trying to see what your plans is
So what, you still turn up my songs soon as they playing it
Know what the sound is my new talks and you ain't saying shit
I'm a call you soon as I land
Probably roll some weed ride up on the beach while you tan
Party every week and you hardly would speak
But now you got my phone taking pictures laughing smoking chilling yeah
Started out out slow, slow,
Cause no matter how much she gets she wants more
Girl now we on the top floor, top floor
Holding on tight, you and I go
Can you feel it in?
Can you feel it in?
Feel it in ?
We don't need... talk about it probably cause we're in the sky, sky, sky, sky
When we really take off and I tell her hold on cause she say she never been this high
We don't need... talk about it probably cause we're in the sky, sky, sky, sky

Uh, uh
Yea man, let me spit somethin real to u
Yea hahaha uh
[Chorus:]
Just take a look at the way them diamonds glow, know why u niggas hate
U know we get this doe in everyway
And oh they chase me down, when I'm on the road
My face is known in every state
Them bitches fuck me cause they know my name
[Verse 1:]
Blunt flickin, gin cup sippin another hundred thousand dollar mission, I be
Out of reach check yo time piece, shorty got that look of love and I'm I-Z
Nothin like them other lil niggas I'm me
Keep a couple rowdy cuhz niggas by me
And I'm on a good weed diet, as a youngin I was told that if u can make the plane go fly it
In another lane so these lames wann try it
And bitches all the same they just wanna fuck the pilot
My change get me brain, chain start a riot what u hot for
Used to be ballin my nigga so what u stop for?
I'm top floor blowing by the Obama, and security don't give me no drama
I'm lookin for Impalas while I'm driving cause I'm probably gettin high
And u hatin on me prolly cause I'm fly, Yea
[Chorus:]
Just take a look at the way them diamonds glow, know why u niggas hate
U know we get this doe in everyway
And oh they chase me down, when I'm on the road
My face is known in every state
Them bitches fuck me cause they know my name
[Verse 2:]
Yea where your seatbealt u gone need help, to these niggas I'm neal on them bitches I'm Lee Phelps
My jeans fit I don't need belts, still spending grams just to hold up my pants
Tats in my skin, neck face in my hands
O-Z's on the road, kush roll when I land
Taking shots, writing Taylor Gang in the sand

Yes, sir!
Is the boy Wiz Khalifa, man!
I'm down here... so come hallow at me,
I came to kick it with my man, DJ... you understand?
The whole town...
Shut up, stay bye,
You know me!
The hottest around,
Do this! yes!
I would tape that will light the talk as if it's all now...
I ain't about the... this bitch made ain't the type of this...
You want me to switch blade like the knife I'm sharp,
God damn, man!
I mixed steps to...
Yes, I was blessed to outlast you,
My... so yes, I'm at the castle!
Put up big numbers, I'm not a little nigger,
You do it way big, I'm just a little bigger!
And I move with the unit, I move...
Just stupid, you're losing bitch!
Hey! and I ain't here to entertain you, fools
I'm here to snatch my... give you lames, the news!
You all stay and impose... I'm on my job
Writing gems and flaws.
... with a bird, no cameras, no
Long gone, I'm on the... lurking in the...
And it's for certain I'm a channel,
Because I'm perfect with the rhyme,
And I'm hurting niggers, hey!
When the boss in the place gets paused in his way,
Cause sees his skinny niggers
But it's lodge and his cape!...

[Chorus:]
Thown rouuouond by the wind [x3]
Thown Dowowown in a spin
[Verse 1:]
These niggaz hate me cause the streets ain't make me crazy
They raised me showed me how to win follwed in them shadows
Then I jumped up on my own 2 feet and made it happen
Figured out I'm makin rap and if not I'll take you clappin
See I'm on top of this art and on the blocks that I trout it's hotter than hot lava and rock
Fiends jerkin they got product to cop the cops searchin for the product the rock
D in the coke purple weed in my smoke
The parks where they pump out boy
Only 2 fears god and them jump out boys
I'm really happy on? hat stay with a lean
Shot this shit with big tymers chick stay lookin mean
I'm in the coup flyin back throw the dueces to u losers
What u stupid I'm ruthless your dude is just a nuisance
Muthafucka when your top get blown and your shop get closed
Don't be so suprised told u guys that I'll leave em
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I move the music group next to me's a few of u
But technically I'll to u dudes texas squezzin rugars too
I move the people 1 your not as hot as me no it is what it is I'm cocky but u can't stop me
Pistolvania bred flex the pistol bang your head
And if u trade some lead left in pistolvania dead
I'm still the same old guy spittin the flame
Whippin the lanes 1 thing on my mind and that's gettin the chain
My pops taught me well no way u can't prevail
If u got product and a plan then u can make it sell
So I took from that ran with it no lookin back
Coke up in my written when I spit it it get cooked to crack
I'm a have u niggaz mad at the game cause I'm snatchin up all the paper smackin up all u haters
Scrap u a baller faker a motherfuckin clone
I'm a titan in the game Wiz Khaifas to blame
I'll leave u

[Intro:]
Yea, it's Young Khalifa Man
Mr. Spacely
Everyone call me man
Taylor Gang or die
And this project is brought to you by
Champagne, and paper planes too
Rostrum Records in this bitch
Taylor Gang, Heavy Hustle, Deal or No Deal
Yeah, bitch
I'm... Screaming fuck them niggas who hated
I'm money affiliated
Speculated me landing, musta got me mistaken with lame niggas
Know you gon get high as fuck as long as the planes with ya
Let that major situation lone and became richer
People talking down, but see me I'm the same nigga
Leave ya bitch around, we gon drink the champagne with her
We don't touch the ground, See a cloud with my name in it
Only easy riders squeeze no cigars for me and my gang
Fool I'm a legend in dese streets, that's how I do my thang
And don't wear the fitted, I got the city on my chain
Arr man... Still they hated talk smack knowing if I was gone, there'll be no throne to throw ya rocks at
Cruising maximum altitudes, I'm tyrna top that
So in touch with the real, them suckas tyrna stop that
But I... Live or laugh die, Party get high and tell dem lames to the plane and let fly
Don't know what they hatin for, Just getting my paper
Well Maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone
I don't wanna leave but I need to
It's Such A Shame (shame)... They Gon Miss This Plane (Plane)
They Gon Miss This Plane (Plane)... They Gon Miss This Plane (Plane)
They Gon Miss This Plane (Plane) I tried to believe you, I don't wanna leave but I need to
Uh... Stuck alone in this way of grace
Say I'm living too fast, don't plan on changing my pace
Got one foot on the gas, It's neva in need for brakes
Smoke easy riders with hash, Fuck bitches from outta state
Valet bringing my cars, a waiter to bring me plates
Shrimp and Filet Mignon, We celebrate buyin drinks
With a couple of broads, my niggas and who got love for me
It's lonely at the top, I'm tired of having company
So while you busy tyrna fit in, I'm a stand out
And view my life thru this lens and see how it pans out
Substitute teacher ass niggas need a handout
Middle finger screaming fuck dem niggas who hated
I'm money affiliated
Pop another bottle that chronic smokin degraded
Speculating me landin, musta got me mistaken
I'm speaking as the captain of the plane
You'sa runner on the jet way
Don't know what they hatin for, Just getting my paper
Well Maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone
I don't wanna leave but I need to
It's Such A Shame (shame)... They Gon Miss This Plane (Plane)
They Gon Miss This Plane (Plane)... They Gon Miss This Plane (Plane)

Searchin for the thirll of it, thrill of it.
Say that it's love, but to me it's lookin' counterfeit.
I get down with one and move right on to another bitch.
(DJ Ill Will) Hahahahah
Yeah (yeah, yeah) Uh, college eduacated, she graduated.
Any bill she can't front her parents payed it.
The show was far. You the only one with a car.
And your girlfriends, but bein' that she's a big fan, of course she made
Most girls wanna hide the fact that the thrill they chasin'.
But you just wanna get drunk tonight and fuck someone famous.
So I just name a time and a place, and you're game for it.
Value player, hotel room, meet you there.
(Walkin' on a dream) (DJ Rockstar)
(How can I explain)
(Talkin to myself)
Just travelin' the world
(Will I see again) Hahahahah
Tryin' different drugs and girls
Yeah (We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it) You know?
(Always pusin up the hill, searchin for the thrill of it) That's what it's all
about though. Burn after rolling.
Hahahah (On and on and on we are calling out, and out again) Taylor
gang over everythang.
(Never looking down, I'm just in awe of what's in front of me)
Yeah, and I'm, addicted to champagne.
Fuck the room, we buy the hallway.
Bitches are taylor gang that.
They just wanna know where the planes at.
Um, take the low one out of there.
Or like, just turn down, and I'ma um probably just go back and double
another one of them high ones Yeah make it sounds real airy, like
you're fuckin' dreaming and shit.
Wake up drunk, go to sleep fucked up.
We both amazed at what we just done.
Mixin' drinks knowin we'll regret this.
Ain't been asleep yet, room service bringin' us breakfast.
All this money darlin what else is left to do,
but smoke and enjoy my presidential view?
Got a swimming pool in my living room.
On stage interviews, tons of sour, let's consume.
(We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it) Hahahah
Yeah, bitch (Always pushing up the hill, searching for the thrill of it)
Okay (On and on and on we are calling out, and out again)
(Never looking down I'm just in awe of what's in front of me) Taylor
gang
And I'm addicted to champagne.
Fuck the room, we buy the hallway.
Bitches are taylor gang that.
They just wanna know where the planes at.
And I'm addicted to champagn.
Fuck the room, we buy the hallway.
Bitches are taylor gang that.
They just wanna know where the planes at.
What's this? Burn after rolling?
Yeah, that's what it is.
Until I drop the next one.
It's just that.
(Don't stop)
Hahahahah (Just keep going on)
(I'm yours) I'm stoned.
(So come on) This is what? Mixtape number six? Seven? I don't know.
But um, good weed is still in the building.
Yo bitch still hittin' me on whatever it is I use on the computer these
days.
Everything's goin' how it's supposed to.

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah that's it. Yeah! Uh. Where haven't we... Uh. Know the planes and the, Taylor Gang and the... haha. Uh.
[Verse 1:]
Fast cars with bad broads in 'em, I proceed to smoke these trees
And stuff piles of cheese in my 501 denim, where they bullshit begins I end them
And nope, I don't hear these niggas trippin'
Closing the cabin door and reving up all my engines
The weed is rolled, the drink is cold
It's new to you, to me it's old
C-E-O, these off brand niggas ain't really the future, Ms. Cleo
High when I approach, been known, to leave weed crumbs and trails of Sour D smoke
The irony, of suckas who predicted the planes land and know they wanna fly with me
I just let it boost my confidence, roll another joint, drop pilot shit. O-K.
[Chorus:]
This ain't the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we ain't trippin'. 'Cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top but we ain't trippin'. 'Cause we'll get there in a minute.
[Verse 2:]
Ask me if I plan to be roof top chillin' with some pretty ass women, you'd be glad to meet
Trees stuffed in the passenger seat, charger to my phone, 'couple changes of clothes
And the OG told me all haters expose they self, so it's best to leave it alone
Pop the cork, put the tree in the bong
Been here for a minute you niggas just catchin' on
Master of the craft, I've grown
Haters trail the path, I've flown
It's obvious, suckas talk down but we ain't trippin'
Hoes fuck with us, say we different
At my hotel chillin', bad women come to fill my marijuana perscription
You niggas know the biz, it's Taylor Gang or kill him.
[Chorus:]
This ain't the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we ain't trippin'. 'Cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
The World turning, the weed burning
Them haters talking, I keep earning
Know some who say that life's a bitch
Well I'ma keep flirtin and fuck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases
Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is
Niggas flexin' hard with no bars, they got weak service
Keep verses, Mortal Kombat
Look at my ring, if I ain't ballin' bitch then what you call that
Nothing but net, aint back cause I never left
I did everything right nigga better yet
Rolling bomb for the niggas thats around us
Something like a contractor built it from the ground up
Now just
Twist up this weed
Realize that you in the presence of a G
Don't fuck up my paper meaning my cheese
Or the ones I use to roll up my trees
Fuck it, you know what I mean
[Chorus]
I'm riding round, smoking, my music up loud
Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me
Some smile up in your face, but then they on the low
Now I just stunt on my own
Now I just stunt on my own
I'm in a race, and taking the winners place
No foot on the brakes
one of the best, homie thats what they call me
It's lonely at the top, aint no company so
Now I just stunt on my own
Now I just stunt on my own
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could f-ck with me
My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me
But I'm just riding dog, doing a buck fifty
Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's
Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's
My dime piece only recognize the best tree's
Treat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believe
You in her face, I let her breath
From debated on, to waited on
From hated on, to the n-gga they put cake up on
Cause we are, Young Movie stars
Cause we are, Young Movie stars
[Chorus]
(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3]
O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own
Bitches aint say shit to me but now they won't leave me alone
Used to walk the other way
But now they all come to my home
And they calling my phone, cause my paper was looong
Runnin' up and they singing my songs
Get hired up, if they want than I bring them along
We flying up, no you wont need a ticket at all
..need a ticket at all
Tell a bitch I'ma ball and I'ma buy a new crib for my n-ggas n all
Cause I remember days we'd sit and picture it all
N-gga swear I'd leave or pictured I'd fall
Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a star
Cause we are, young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthaf-cking millions
Yeah, I said it, muthaf-cking millions
Got my money up, I'm in the building

Yeahh... (mumbling)... kid frankie!
[Verse 1:]
I live life sucka free
That's why them niggas you be with, talk down like they don't fuck with me
I get money realistically
And the homies show me love
Groupies wanna leave tha club with me
Ain't nothin to a G
Let your hair blow in the breeze
Roll some bomb ass weed!
Get high, cruise at a jet speed
Do it like I do it for TV
675 damier LV's
7 somthing with tax
And when I'm on the plane, got the carry on to match
Nigga that's fly shit
Trynna peep game lil homie just watch this
Champagne in my cockpit
Talkin bout you got a man mommy just stop it
Please!
As we proceed to give you watchu need, to roll up our weed.
[Hook:]
You out here talking it
I'm out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Ain't nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang)
Okay
[Verse 2:]
Self-made, been through what I been through...
So I know what I know
I write bomb rap songs, tell them bitches what I'm in to
So the hoes wanna roll
First class roll to another coast
Just to smoke kush
I know a nigga who grows
And that's on the real momma
If you tryna slide gotta bring one for Will
Just another day in the life
Nother plane
Nother night
Gettin faded with another nigga wife
Drinkin hella champagne
Tanqueray with the sprite
Then I'm up in the AM to catch another flight
Niggas reppin the gang
Simply because everything else lame
The fans want real niggas
Them hoes lookin for change
I seen it all
Player in the game
First they bitin our flow
Now they jackin our slang
[Hook:]
You out here talking it
I'm out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Ain't nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang
So incredible... Hahaha... If I do say so myself... My nigga germ, on the boards
Yeah he did that shit fool... Yeah! Hahaha... what up Will?... Benji just got off that flight from vegas... Okay...

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

Cool
As the summer breeze
Pimpin is nothing to me
Roll up that purple and breathe
Sit back and fuck up the beat
Them niggaz be hating but
Them niggaz suckers to me
Who here is fucking with me
It's not a dicussion I be
In my own class
Bitch i got them cold raps
I fuck the world and fuck your girl
And give them both an orgasm
Leave the show cancelled
Leave them with no answer
The master of my domain
Yes, I am no costanza
First I had potential
Now I got them answers
I'm smokin on that voodoo
And that's word to papa shango
Cooler than a fan circulating
When it's dancin in my face
I get one chance then imma take it
So, Lord forgive me for my indirect sinning
Am I cheating on this woman
If I'm getting naked pictures from another
I love her, and I'm always gon want it
But let me be 100
See monogomys redundant
Sometimes you find the one
Sometimes you give it up
Sometimes you buy that ring but no problems, you in luck
Sometimes it ain't what's up
Sometime you play the field
So for now I'm doing me and I'm finding (It's Cool!)
{Chorus} - Wiz Khalifa
I hear em talking they all saying they doin they thang but they not like me
I'm getting all this
Loving all this money
That's how it is, and how it's gon be
If you're ballin (When you're ballin)
You can see em major fans watch em niggaz on the sidelines
hating (sidelines hating)
But I'm too high up I can't hear what they're saying (saying)
Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa
Definiton of cold
Ice, 30 below
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes
Roll some weed, the homies ain't gotta know
Get you high, keep it on the low
All this paper I fold
Meeting fuckin hoes on the road is taking it's toll
Now how you think? don't even speak unless you talking Franklins
Ran out of weed, but see I kept it G and brought a
joint to bake so (It's Cool!)
So cool my bitch got no shoes
My whip is new but I'm playing old school
Always keep it up-to-date that's why the hoes choose
Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news
Hated on my team until they seen he won't lose
Used to be a player, now I coach fools
On how to get your money, live it and spend it just how you're s'posed to
Called some bitches to roll through and (It's Cool!)
{Chorus} - Wiz Khalifa
I hear em talking they all saying they doin they thang but they not like me
I'm getting all this
Loving all this money
That's how it is, and how it's gon be
If you're ballin (When you're ballin)
You can see em major fans watch em niggaz on the sidelines
hating (sidelines hating)
But I'm too high up I can't hear what they're saying (saying)
Verse 3 - Wale
Back in my zone
Fresh out the BETizzy
Shoutout Beeba and Nicki
Tell Mr. Hill we ain't trippin we cool
I'm blowin sticky and blowin out of that Lex
I'm living with no regrets
While I'm getting over my ex's
Access granted, take a step up in my World Cup
My niggaz is thorough cut
Sip until I hurl up, Oca
Hol' up, I got bitches sewed up
What y'all niggaz know about it
My kick game is World Cup
World Cup, I know that they don't get me
I keep them bitches clean, though my sneaker game is messy (Messi)
Due to my under-selling no I didn't get that Bentley
But that this AMG'll do for now and (You niggaz won't catch me)
Vicious transmission for my bitches ambitions
I just wanna rep my hood so I'll be good if I don't get rich
I'm good if y'all don't listen
Just catch me out the District
And I'm probably in some limited shit they ain't never shipping
Sometimes you do get dough
Sometimes you get the cheese
Sometimes you go to stores and buy errything that you see
Sometimes you do get broke
Sometimes you be on E (empty)
But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze
{Chorus} - Wiz Khalifa
I hear em talking they all saying they doin they thang but they not like me
I'm getting all this
Loving all this money
That's how it is, and how it's gon be
If you're ballin (When you're ballin)
You can see em major fans watch em niggaz on the sidelines
hating (sidelines hating)
But I'm too high up I can't hear what they're saying (saying)

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 diamond does it
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 accustomed
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 them and 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 killa be kills psychology
I shine just me and my nine
I screw niggas head and clock sharp and like this Columbine
Guess I'm one of a kind
I see you niggas soft when a shell hit your face that 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 are victorious
Come out to play, I mean right away
Shit found the gunner
Imperior money drawers
Outdoor nigga breaking county laws
It's hard bottom line
Tie money for some time
Eight p while you up
Kush smoke back, cope
Push the dope, cut dope, so what
I cut throat and fuck 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]
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

[Intro:]
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 diamond does it
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 accustomed
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 them and look at me
Look at me, Look at me, Look at me
Look at them and look at me
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I paint a perfect picture, a perfect portrait
Poverty, robbery killa be kills psychology
I shine just me and my nine
I screw niggas head and clock sharp and like this Columbine
Guess I'm one of a kind
I see you niggas soft when a shell hit your face that 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 are victorious
Come out to play, I mean right away
Shit found the gunner
Imperior money drawers
Outdoor nigga breaking county laws
It's hard bottom line
Tie money for some time
Eight p while you up
Kush smoke back, cope
Push the dope, cut dope, so what
I cut throat and fuck 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]
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

[intro]
Hey, dont trip, bitch
Matter fact I got something you can trip on
Gonna need your expensive luggage for this one
[Hook]
I might be with my girl
But you can bring your girls too
And we can do all the kinky things you
Think you aint supposed to
I’ll take you out this world
And we can’t get commercial
See I’ma need privacy its obvious you aint learn
So, I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
And she dug my chain
Love my swag, how I does my thang
Love my slang, talk just like me
Say she proud to be taylor gang (taylor gang?)
Man I’m paid
Tell the waitress bring more champagne
I done made what you tryin to get
And my style is sick cause im taylor made
Got no time to waste, see its like we in a race
All the bitches in this club that would die to take your place
Girl they call me mr space, and I can let you taste
But you been on the ground for so long
I can teach you to fly
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I’ll take you all the around the world
If we do some things you can get your wings (hey)
I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go
Private beaches in the sand, Paris, France, Tokyo
We party, we live it,
We party, we live it,
We party, we live it
That good life, I’m gettin it, I’m gravy
No show unless the club owner pays me
Red Bull lil Goose got her crazy
No wheels, the girls wanna kick it where the planes be
But we fly-y-y I can take you somewhere in the sky (girl)
Got chicks in the cabin, laughing, autograph em, let her call me captain
Aint just at home, I get love anywhere that we go,
I’m always on the road, my bank got a lot of zeros
I’m tellin ya
I got all of this paper no one to spend it on lately
And you’ve been on the ground for so long
I’ma teach you to fly
[Hook]
[Outro]
I’ll take you all the around the world
(I can teach you to fly)
I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go
(I can teach you to fly, I can teach you to fly)
Ill take you all the around the world
(I can teach you to fly)

My flow so discustin....
(hahaha, hold on)
My flow so discustin
Niggas talkin shit
Topic of discussion
Bout the boy thats on top
And they wish i wasnt
Than to see me ball at the two times three
Feet fall or kiss they cousin, ew
But the real niggas love it, and they keep that hammer
You little niggas cant touch this
And im too legit to quit
Too mich grip to trip
The weed on smokin on be like six a zip
The car im drivin cost me a tick to whip
All these diamonds say im being rediculous
All this grindin got me on the millions list
All this time and ill be in the trillions
Your on your iPhone takin pictures
Im on the island swimmin with the fishes
Im takin money, you can keep ya bitches
Fake friends, i had those
If my niggas up in your VIP,
Fill that thing with some bad hoes
And some bombay, and some champagne
And some ashtrays for them airplanes
Im throwin up my damn gang
Cause its Taylor Gang over errythang
Uhh, Taylor hoe
Taylor
Taylor hoe
Taylor
Taylor hoe
Taylor
Taylor hoe

[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthaf-ck a hater
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair
I'm the coach I can show you how to be a player
5 faces, the fitted bitches love my hair
Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
The let me in the club, f-ck a dress code
Me and all my n-ggas rollin up the best smoke
OG kush from the westcoast
Oh you down to f-ck? Well shorty lets go
Diamonds in my chain n-ggas tryna steal my lane
Tryna get my brain bitch, I'm reppin' taylor gang
Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin' til I'm throwin' up
Only papers if you Taylor'd n-gga throw it up
High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed than you know its us
That yellow car pulling up, them n-ggas aint hot so they close to us
Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up
[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthaf-ck a hater
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
Bought a crib like Scarface's
This is my world
All my n-ggas down to bang but we can try worse
Smoking ounces to the head til my lam twirls
I'm the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl
Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us
Plus them n-ggas suckas I got that in living color
All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors
All I do is f-ck ‘em once, and I dont call or give ‘em numbers
Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress,
Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex,
Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers?
Real recognise real and my nig you a stranger
Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers
Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors
[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthaf-ck a hater
[Chevy Woods]
You see me out I rep my gang,
Used serve that John McCain, that John McCain
Hold up they dont know my name?
Chevy who? Chevy who?
Look at all that shit them dollars do,
Gettin' all this money wit you know who
It's Taylor Gang over you
We poppin bottles gang signs
All my n-ggas gang signs
Rollin up gang signs
N-ggas trippin, bang time
Hold up, what they say bout us?
Same n-ggas gotta get the OK bout stuff
They aint in the same league
They don't play like us
No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up
Bang on them hoes, we does that
Socket work, I just had a plug for that
Get your taylor on,
Hold for whatever you rep,
Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set
Got these n-ggas trippin', and these bitches too
They just haters though, no matter what we do
What up cuh, on the left side
Its Taylor gang, and thats or die,
CHEVY!
[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is

stack money fly im all about that money all about that money ya i got tall money. taller then you bitch.rnall money cash money rni lift u doggsim getting pissed off niggia ill fuck the info. i switch states. t

[Hook: x4]
Talk to me, I talk back
Let's talk money, I talk that
[Wiz talking: during hook]
Yeah! It's Young
Wiz Khalifa man
4-1-2 Pittsburgh, Pistolvania and all that
Uh-huh. but right now we gon' talk money
So talk to me
Ya kno? Yeahhh!
[Verse 1:]
If she wanna talk to me, I'm a talk back
Said she love my music and she think I'm all that
Told me I be on her mind like a fitted ball cap
Love the way I blow money, and get it all back
Cup full of that Patron, swish it like a ball bat
Skinny lil nigga but my pockets all fat
And I'm lookin for a dime, or better yet a dove
So if that pussy good go and show a nigga love
Yeah, I'm posted in the club and there's freaks errwhere
Bottle after bottle, good weed up in the air
I see a bad bitch look at me when she stare
So I'm a go and say a couple things in her ear
I tell her I'm the man, and that I run the town
You think about it, I can change your life right now
And if your nigga trip then best believe it's goin down
If shit get outta line, there ain't no need to go around
Just come and...
[Hook x4]
[Verse 2:]
Ay, aye
Grippin on this honey while I'm puffin my reefer
Youngin talk money, ya the homie bilingual?
If she lookin like a hungry hoe, that's how I treat her
No I don't need her, go on off the meter
I don't chase hoes, chase cheese like the cheetah
You be all polite, sayin please when you meet her
I don't even greet her, just look her in the face
Pull her to the side, let her give my blunt a taste
Ask her what she drank, a little this, alotta that
Forget about a shot cause we got bottles in the back
Shawty swallow some of that, and get low
And move that thing around like a certified pro
Cigarello full of dro, so what u wan' do?
Your girls kno the biz, you can bring your girls too
And you can do you, cause they gon' do me
Id rather do y'all, I'm down for all three
Just come and...
[Hook x7]

You ever jus know that you was finna splack anotha niggas bitch off, like you see a bitch she be with her nigga an you know she be thinkin to herself like I wish I was with dat nigga,
Yeah, if u at home lettin her go out alone then I'm a take yo bitch, if she keep jockin me stalkin me errytime she hear my song then I'm a take yo bitch, she says she gettin tired of fightin an runnin around with tha same nigga an plus she know I ain't no lame nigga,
Yo bitch likes me an I don't know her all up on me at tha show I'm tryna control her you hatin from a far she tryna get closer sittin with me at tha bar an tryna be sober no sir, so you come an kick it with my click ya nigga sumwhere heated screamin that's my bitch um tatted up rich, them bitches understand when you makin money talk erryone know you tha man with my hollywood hoes, or sumwhere by tha sand fuck your shit up with your nigga tryna fit me in your plans, tell em your a fan, now your at my crib use ta like my music now hes saying fuck young wiz an that's how I live an I won't change for tha world make ya man feel like u gon need a chain for ya girl says she been searchin around for sum change in tha world I'm doin shit that you not so I'm lookin like barack to her.

[Intro:]
Uh-uh
Yeah bitch! Haha
That's what I like to call...
My type of shit!
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, forward progression niggas got it backwards
I'm relevant but nothing like you other rappers
You see I fuck with trap niggas because really, I'm the only one rappin'
Get it how you live, survival of the fittest you should know the code
All I got is what I give until they overload
Nigga, I'm the shit overflowed
And I grab a blunt split it like a chromosome
Uh, I'll have it where you're bitch ain't phonin' home
We done blown the whole oak gettin' our stoner on
Ain't gotta say shit, I know you don't
See my chain, make the same face from Home Alone
All this good weed that I'm puffin' got me feelin' like there ain't a place I can't go
Ain't a thing I won't do
And I'm awake so I guess my dream's come true
[Chorus:]
And the game gave me a feeling that no one can take away from me
I said no one can take away from me
On the road doin' shows oh no one can take away from me
I get a feelin' that no... one... can take away
[Verse 2:]
Uh...
Down to take a trip my nigga what's the ticket hittin' for?
I got some hoes that wanna roll too (Haha)
And if you wanna see what it's like to be just the team, and tired of the background so you make your own scene
I'll hit you up when I roll through
Yeah, California weed keep ya pissed off in your mind state
Hard to get it on it so my niggas boost the crime rate
It's obvious I'm ghetto so they love me like I'm Kid Rock
Try your luck with what's around my neck and get ya wig chopped
Fuckin' with I can get you so much cash, or nowhere fast
I got your bitch in awe, she never flown first class
Or had the driver get her bags

[Verse 1: Nesby Phips]
Bone Snaps and crane kicks, divine intervention I was put here to change shit.
[?] Draped up in the same fit,
Been rockin it for days now and will until the pay stop.
See there's no dinner or winner for second place huh?
Yea that what I figure so I handle my business.
Confidentiality, all my plans to get richer.
Then I, Master my role as my plan unfold.
Right moves, make sure the left hand don't know.
Words from a wiser predecessor: Never let up.
I know how to spot a fool cause he never shut up.
If you speak it, you don't know it. You know it, you don't speak it.
Can't feel me if you put your vertebrae on the speakers.
See it got to be, and your nine on ya.
I got higher than Chong on bongs in California.
Catch me in your in local cool spots cata corner?
Virgins to the herb frown at that aroma.
For those inquisitive, scoot closer to Phips a bit.
I invite you to get higher than what you've experienced.
[Chorus:]
Um, There's some who think they smoke, but We stay Higher.
And some think they get fly, but We get Flyer.
They lookin for the Planes, We done cruised right by ya.
Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say Noooo. (Nooo)
It's everywhere We goooo.
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Woke up in the mornin'
Some ashes in the sink, couple drinks we was pourin' in.
My niggas sleep, bitches rollin weed while I'm Yawnin'.
It's just a routine after a night of performin'.
I turn the hotel into a Polo Party.
Makin' them eggs with cheese, let 'em smoke so much weed.
Them hoes think we in the '70s.
Big Dog, better pedigree.
She in this king size bed with me.
Give her space boy, Let her breathe.
And I mean that technically,
Roll up the trees, like my weed grown medically.
Less of the seeds, Niggas still got the hatin' disease,
When actually they know.
Bite or bark, fight or heart
I'm a keep rollin' trees nigga, light or spark.
Taylor in my walk, karate in my Talk.
Now that's gangsta.
[Chorus:]
Um, There's some who think they smoke, but We stay Higher.
And some think they get fly, but We get Flyer.
They lookin for the Planes, We done cruised right by ya.
Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say Noooo. (Noooo)

Yeaaaa, ladies and gentlemen (hahaha), I'd like to welcome ya'll to the life of a star. Yea, a superstar that is. And that's me: Young Wizzle Man. Hahaha. Yea
Little nigga, big money, big dreams
Tall nigga, small nigga, big team
Small teeth, 501 fit jeans (fit jeans)
Some say my life can't be all that it seems (it seems)
Big things (big things)
Big hoes wanna go back to my spot, they say how my shit gleams
Remember when I was a little nigga, fifteen
It's funny how I've grown, yea my money kinda long (kinda long, yea)
And ya girl know the words to every song (song)
Cause I'm a star (I'm a star)
Different week, ain't no tellin where we are (where we are)
You look up, I might be gone, yeaaa
The man pose to get that cash in (cash in)
Movin' I see through them lights flashin (flashin)
And no need to even ask it (naaaaww)
Fuck the world, live everyday like it's your last (last) yea (yea)
No matter where you go, they know who ya are (are, are, are)
Run up screamin cause they know you're a superstar (star, star, star, star, star)
You're a superstar (star, star, star, star, star)
You're a superstar (star, star, star)
Yea, got bright brown heart, got paper
Got in the game and got more haters
My whole swag got grown, got Taylor'd
Hop on a plane and talk to ya'll later (yeaaaa)
It a good weed ma, that blunts not flavored
My whole gang, Gucci frame, Chuck Taylor's
We ball hard like the majors (majors, majors)
Prolly cus we major (major, major)
You gon have to front page em
Wild, like a loose animal they wan cage em
Now I amaze em,
Every time I enter a front center stage em
Blame the nigga that pays em
Riding with a bitch, body on her that's Cajun
Couple hundred dollars on these Ed Hardy frames believe me
My future so bright, I need these, excuse me
No matter where you go, they know who ya are (are, are, are)
Run up screamin cause they know you're a superstar (star, star, star, star, star)
You're a superstar (star, star, star, star, star)

Yea, you already know,
When I walk the fuck by
You can't act like I ain't the fliest thing you ever seen in your whole entire muthafuckin sorry ass life
[Chorus:]
You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stntin' like a young nigga supposed to
Stunt'n like I'm supposed to
Ridin' with my hat cocked back
Smokin' something good 3 blunts and I'm smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw 'em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man I can't choose one
3 cell phones I just can't use one
You see how often I spit
You just off bread hun
This the shit they can't do young
Talk fly if you look 'em in the air
Too young, you wonder were I got these Gucci pair of shoes from
A lot of ya'll mad
To me it's just funny
I see why ya'll hatin man the hoes just love me
And you know I'm gettin' shhh
Fuck it I ain't gotta say it
The tab taken care of nigga I ain't gotta pay it
Yea, I'm all day with it, year round
I bet if you was here now
[Chorus:]
You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt'n like a young nigga supposed to
Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up
Me I ride clean
Neck froze up
Bad bitch on the side
My niggas all rich
Foreign whips is what they drive
Yea, I smell like Gucci and big money too
See them guys with me? they gettin' money too
Ride 22's and got heat so
If a nigga try me you a big prob you runnin' into
I smoke a lot need blunt or 2
At a time whole pounds I be runnin' through
Yea, I got a dime bitch coming through
Cause I pimp like I'm supoosed to
Wonder how I get it like this, I could show you
It's all leather in the whip when I roll through
This year I'm a get shit cleared
Take a look at this kid
[Chorus:]
You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through

My name is Johnny
Juliano.
Hello?
Yeah, I'm, I'm in the studio right now.
Oh you tryna come through?
Alright well uh,
I'ma finish up this last little joint.
And I'm uh
I'ma give you a call.
I'ma text you or somethin'.
Yeah.
Nah, don't bother puttin' that on.
Yeah.
Yeah,
Girl let me take you to my studio.
Give you everything you want and need.
Lay you flat like a piano,
If you let me stroke your keys.
You gon' be sayin' things you never said.
Matter fact you gon' be playin'
Melodies you never played.
We ain't in no bed
We in the lab
And I'm reclinin' in my seat.
You can just climb on top of me
And ride me like this beat.
You say you need this lovin'
Well I'ma grab your waist line.
And if you like it deep
I can hit you with that bass line.
I ain't tryna waste time
For me and your sake.
Plus I'm payin' for this session
I need more than one take.
I'll make the board shake,
Like how I'm supposed to.
I'll have you soundin' good.
I got them pro tools.
Now you in the mood.
I got you doin' this
And tryin' that.
Beatin' your drum
While I'm playin' with your hi-hat.
You like that?
Say you don't want to,
I just make you do it.
Got you in love
'Cause when we fuck
It's like we makin' music.
Gon' lose it.
I don't wanna be unusual,
But there's a lot of things
That I can see me doin' to you.
Here in my studio,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oohh yeah.
You say you gotta work tomorrow,
You can make it though.
And even though
There's probably other places we can go
We in the studio,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oohh yeah.
And no it ain't gon' stop
I keep this song on replay.
Puttin' all them scratches on my back
I'm like "Oh DJ."
Be my guitar I'll pluck your G-string.
Pull it to the side,
I'ma make them vocals dry.
I'm grippin' on your thighs.
We tangled like some cables from the front
Look in your eyes.
Then I turn you like some tables.
No, you fiendin' for this lovin'.
That's what you gon' get.
And I can't sing
But I see you and know I'm gon' hit, yeah.
Let's do the verses now,
Worry 'bout the beat later.
Heard you be goin' off the head,
You don't need paper.
Play you in e-major, a-minor.
Girl your rythym straight
And I say you got great timin'.
Feel your heart rate climbin',
Like when my speakers quake
More than okay or straight,
You got that 808.
You say you can't
But I do something that just make you do it.
Me and you don't fuck,
We make music.
Yeah.
I don't wanna be unusual,
But there's a lot of things
That I can see me doin' to you.
Here in my studio,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oohh yeah.
You say you gotta work tomorrow,
You can make it though.
And even though
There's probably other places we can go
We in the studio,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oohh yeah.
So shawty,
Tell me what you think about it,
Think about it.
Me and you could make a album,
Let's make a album.
Shawty we could make a album
Let's make a album,
Darling we could make a album
Let's make a album.
Shawty, what you think about it,
Think about it.
Me and you could make a album,
Make a album.
Shawty we could make a album,
Let's make a album
Darling we can make a album
Hah, yeah
I wanna give you some studio lovin'
Studio lovin'

[Hook]
Aye you probably think you know where this is goin’
But this ain’t one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll and let’s get it on
While I forget it all and get zoned
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
And I remember back in the day
Before I thought about gettin’ paid
The ladies ain’t wan’ give me no play
The haters aint have nothin’ to say
They never let me into the club
The radio ain’t show me no love
Gave my all, but it just wasn’t enough
And complaining too, it’s just how it was
And now I’m just posted
With my baddest bitch and we just kick it in this villa watchin’ pictures gettin roasted
Vision gettin’ clearer yea she open
But her eyes low, never under the clouds baby we floatin’
[Hook - 2x]
Aye you probably think you know where this is goin
But this ain’t one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll and let’s get it on
While I forget it all and get zoned
[Verse 2]
I started coming up in the game
And people started knowin’ my name
They tried to put me into that lane
And we had to go our separate ways
Instead of fussin’ and flippin’ out
I did my thing and figured it out
Security trippin I ain’t puttin it out
Smokin round
And all my peoples got champagne, fast cars by the bar wasted
Potent marijuana that aroma make her wanna taste it
Horses in my car, little Louis on my bracelet
When you live just like a star it feels so amazing
[Hook- 2x]
Aye you probably think you know where this is goin
But this ain’t one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll and let’s get it on
While I forget it all and get zoned
Uh high but I’m focused one thing they know is
(If you rollin wit tha gang, then you rollin up another plane)
Ok no stems, no seeds I keep it G
(If you rollin’ wit’ tha gang, then you rollin up another plane) [2x]
And them lame niggas get dissed I let that bad bitch twist

Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it,
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it.
Hook:
Al this money a nigga made aint change me,
I'm always gonna be the same,
Some of my niggas,
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it,
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it,
Smokin' on that Cali strong every time I roll up,
Reppin it everywhere I go, some of my niggas.
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it,
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it
All this money a nigga made niggas can't take it,
All this money a nigga made and I'm still makin it,
Lot of new niggas comin out and I don't feel nothin,
Lyin you got fake diamonds on,
I'm rockin real ones, now they get excited
When I pull up in that old school blowin that shit up out it,
Ya I'm talkin I've been about it,
Now haters forget about it.
From serving weed in an ally, to smoking weed out of Cali
Got swerving leaf in my chalice, what's on my feet cost a thowe,
My other car hand made, dem manual comin tally
Ya my nigga I been getting dem benjamins
Shippin my friends n em, we suffer like womenen,
You talk it I'm liven it, uh
Hook:
Al this money a nigga made aint change me,
I'm always gonna be the same,
Some of my niggas,
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it,
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it,
Smokin' on that Cali strong every time I roll up,
Reppin it everywhere I go, some of my niggas.
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it,
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it
Project Patah, I'm so fucking cheetah, and bitaah
Keep it straight hood to the lettaah,
Doin 50 Tennessee, that's what I membah,
When they pull yo brains all day fuck the chitaah
Pressah, make a broke man get the burnaah,
Stuck ig in the mouth like I did Tina Turna
And take all yo bread nigga, face ta face
My nigga get the face and he gonna hustle till he dead,
Same cost, same mix, same parts, same bricks
In my hood dem same junkies lookin for the same fix
Tryina make swag, ludicu, off the roof blowing cali strong
Man blown of the lu
Hook:
Al this money a nigga made aint change me,
I'm always gonna be the same,
Some of my niggas,
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it,
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it,
Smokin' on that Cali strong every time I roll up,
Reppin it everywhere I go, some of my niggas.
Still got that work, still got that works,
Still got it,
Still got that work, still got that works,

Wiz Khalifa Still Blazin Lyrics:
Alborosie
[Chorus]
still blazin, still blazin, still blazinnn
cuz jah jah power its so amazinn
give I di strength and protection, keep praisin
each and everydayeeee
Wiz Khalifa [Verse 1]
why can' t everyone just smoke like me?
just gimme a quiet place and lemme roll my weed
where ain't nobody in my business don't nobody gotta know
let all your conscious go and blow it by the O
I'm here but my minds gone
and its gettin hard to see you cuz my eyes low
marijuana minutes, nigga time slow
on a kush clock, there's always time to smoke
say I look high? I say I'm high bro..
still blazin onn with me, just facin
I remember days when I could only smoke on occasion
I couldn't wait to go and cop from ray and them
rollin blunts of 50, stuck in my moms basement
had dro for sale but niggas was smokin haze then
blew a O a day then, don't know but somehow I made away
and nigga them bills need pay but imm...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
why can't everyone just smoke like me?
just get up out my face and lemme roll my weed
where ain't nobody in my business, don't nobody gotta know
lets all learn how to roll and blow it by the O
I'm here but my minds gone, 400 a zip that's what I'm on
and I'm gonna re-up as soon as the fires gone
smokin og kush from another time zone
as the smoke begins to pile on
wettin rags and puttin bags over the fire alarm
you niggas styrofoam, lightweight
I'm on my 13th oz, quite baked
you probably go to sleep, ya throat might ache
you off that good weed, you need a nice break
see I roll jays up all day and you gonna have to put a 8th in
they sayin its amazin how imm...
[Chorus]

(Chorus)
These dudes better stay in they lane
And get there brain on the right track.
Now you gotta check your do-cane cash
And you let ya mouth write that.
We aint playin' when the shit get real
Talk shit get your life snatched.
And dont rest better guard ya grill
Thats how it is cause its like that.
I move blocks to rude pops and dude drops.
I'm too hot mix J Big and tupac.
So move not im way big and dude shot.
Ya crew watch im hot bitch and you not.
I'm not a fake matter
Nigga i dont pop shit about my cake holla.
Make dollars but you perp and you make notta
Notta man notta cent hoe i stay propa.
Face scholar nigga let the trey 8's holla.
And punk nigga play dumb get ya face swallowed.
You not a hustla dog
You dont know what half a brick means
In rap, you get eight like half of sixteen, I'll
Bash ya team dang im sickning im dope
Plus coke will smash ya trip beam man.
But before all them balls come and lump ya face
With all that tuff talk and pump ya brakes
Ease back shawty.
(Chorus)
These dudes better stay in they lane
And get there brain on the right track.
Now you gotta check your do-cane cash
And you let ya mouth write that.
We aint playin' when the shit get real
Talk shit get your life snatched.
And dont rest better guard ya grill
Thats how it is cause its like that.
Ya rhymein's a waste can i mean with this basic look
The mean to face it'll eat through ya face and then
I breeze through this place
No heat on my waste, but still
Will eat through your face with knees in this place
I'm on the move now, high price big places
Leave them niggas like 100 with the big faces
Niggas try to act bad in them red cases
Till that metals in they mouth like a pair of braces.
Big road talk slick up in them fake lies
Same time he just another fruit up in the grape vine.
You see i laugh clock math cause i take time.
And you trash plus ass at the waste line.
And dont test, cause dude youll be loosing ya breathe.
Got respect like i movin the tech.
And i advise you and your crew to doin your best.
Try and get your mind right or we'll be movin it left.
(Chorus)
These dudes better stay in they lane
And get there brain on the right track.
Now you gotta check your do-cane cash
And you let ya mouth write that.
We aint playin' when the shit get real
Talk shit get your life snatched.
And dont rest better guard ya grill
Thats how it is cause its like that.
You see its real when a nigga say
Ballin, really got dough, real that he say he push coke
But really got blow.
Common that he claimin that he thug but he not doe
And when do a nigga say spittin really got flow.
I aint playin around.
I'm not a gangster,
But if you cross mine i'll be layin' them down.
Yeah, you talk about poppin' ya heat.
But when the beefs on them real OG's
Will come and rock you to sleep. Coward.
In my advice you should think twice.
Before you cross the path of a real nigga.
Live the street life.
Who pull cards and reach for they heat right.
N' youl get smoked like them tree' in the peace pipe.
Man they put you in the dirt yeah.
You steady throwin' up the set.
But you aint never put in work there.
So all that talk about the game you bang.
Just stay in your lane before a shot lay n' ya frame. Yeah.
(Chorus)
These dudes better stay in they lane
And get there brain on the right track.
Now you gotta check your do-cane cash
And you let ya mouth write that.
We aint playin' when the shit get real
Talk shit get your life snatched.
And dont rest better guard ya grill

This your boy Wiz Khalifa man
And I'm a talk my shit, yeah, bitch
I hope ya'll niggas is used to hearing my voice by now,
And if not, get used to it
I woke up from a California dream again,
Next to someone's daughter who I'll probably never meet again
You call her a groupie hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her hours thinking bout what she gonna do and when
I be on that 747 flying frequent shit
You get all the press and try to check for when I'm due to land
And get home in the daytime, way about the PM
Tryin' to finish living out this dream so I be sleeping in
And they ask me if I'm lonely
I ain't long as my money good cause she my one and only
Critics got they face up in my business gettin nosy
But I'm just out here putting on for anyone who knows me
No, I ain't in my position getting comfy
Drinking big and if you chiefin' bring at least an O-Z
I stay with me some backup, in case you run up on me
He gonna play the pastor, make a nigga holy
They call me the 501 Don
Mr. know-he-got-a-pair of 501's on
My marijuana strong and these hoes ain't shit but private calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was fucked up wildin
Made it to my crib we was both drunk, driving
Now you on some lame shit, claiming you're my main bitch
Do us both a fav, don't text, don't call me, darling
I was made to ball just like Spaulding, Raulings
They say I'm the bomb and they call Wiz, atomic
Hotter than New Orleans, or a george foreman grill,
And Chevy eyes caught like Jalil
I'll is what I go so I need pseudofed,
Big dog nigga all ya'll poodle fed
Money in the wall all through the vent

[Intro:]
Turn Me Up A Little Bit Mark... (YEEEAAAHHH)
It's young Khalifa Man, Star Poweerr
Taylor Gang Or Diiee It's Star Year Get Used To It (Uhh Huh)
[Verse 1:]
Uh, Feel Like The Sky Is The Limit And Nuthin Come Easy Gotta Grind Till You Get It (Gotta Grind baby), They Say The Star Life Is Addictive And Me I'm So High I'm Flyin defying Physics,
I'm Wearin Hundered Dollar Draws No Flaws, Wizzel On A Hands free call young Boss, (The Young Boss) Blackberry Ringin, Side Kick Buzzin, Got Ma Money Right, Can't Tell Me Nuthin, If I Said I Wasent All In, I Be Lieing Like A Lady Who's Fallin, Chain Sick And The Watch Face Swollen, See Me Now Wish Id Go Back To Tha Old Him, But Wizzel Won't Change For Tha World... I Live Life Fast And Any Day Could Be Your Last, Blow Ten Stacks And Go Need Get It Back Ina Hour,
Is What Tha Fuck I Call Star Power Let's Go...
[Chorus: x2]
They Say You Get Out Whatcha Put Into It so my all's what I give (I give)
And I Don't Just Talk About The Life Of A Star Homie That's What I Live (Live)
And The Niggaz That I'm With Hustle Heavy (Heavy)
(YEEAAAAHHHH)
In your City every State With My Taylor Gang Family
(Family)
[Verse 2:]
Yep It's Good livin Got Me Open,
Make You Feel Like You Took A Hit Up When I'm Smokin, The High Life Yee Thass Ma Life Need It's Possible To Die Twice, But Chu Only Live Once So I'm a Live It Up Pop Bottle After Bottle Rollin Kush Filled Blunts (That's Good Shiiiet)
I Feel Like Iv Been Chosen And I Don't Fix It If It's Broken I Buy a New One... (HaaHaa) The Way I Blow Hundreds Make People Say They Shoulda Never Gave Niggas Money, (YEEEH) If You Was Me Id Garanteed Youd Do Tha Same Thing, Cop Anything When You Want It... (Star Power) They Say Fame The Most Dangerous Drug... I Play With It Now I Can't Get Enoughh!
And Came Up A Customer But Now I'm The Supplier
And That's What I Call Star Power Let's Go!
[Chorus:]
They Say You Get Out Whatcha Put Into It so my all's what I give (I give)
And I Don't Just Talk About The Life Of A Star Homie That's What I Live (Live)
And The Niggaz That I'm With Hustle Heavy (Heavy)
(YEEAAAAHHHH)
In Every City And Every State With My Taylor Gang Family
(Family)
[Outro:]

Loving you, is all I wanna do
Loving you, is all I wanna do
Yeeah
See I've been going on and on for ever
them haters probably wonder when I'm gone stop, never!
most of it's been good but I've seen some bad weather
and niggas watching now, wouldn't even give me an umbrella
but I aint tripping, I made a million on my own
may come to your surprise but I pictured it all along
when I was 16, finna get put out my home
now the man making money, my nigga, my money growing
and I can do what I what, went form being hated on
to niggas try to go down the same road I made it on
aint no love lost but aint no love shown
so now when niggas call I just don't pick up the phone
I'm breaking down the weed, put it in the bong
blow a hundred racks, put it in the song
party every weekend, hardly ever home
don't see me face to face so you have to talk about me when I gone
[Chorus]
stay away from the fake or phoney (phoney)
niggas who can't support their own
so keep pay me from the crowd
everybody wants to be the star of the show-ow-owww
the show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
the show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
the show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
the show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
The drinks poured up, weed's rolled up
and all my jewelery ice to piece froze up
I only like to see the hoes who keep their nose up
have any nigga in the World but she chose us
I remember them same hoes aint even notice us
get you to buy us a drink than its over cuz
we back around the time that she sober'd up
shit aint been the same since the limosuine showed up
the best moments of my life
never filled this much plastic off of Polo in my life
rarely gon to see, smoking with ya wife
plus anything you want I can afford to buy it twice
it's the way we know, wake up in the morn'
like "where did all my paper go"
grow some more weed and get medicated
everyday is a holiday so we celebrated

[Wiz Khalifa:]
10 steps ahead of these niggassss... Fool
Dats why they fuck with me instead of these niggas YEA!
Thahahaha... yeaaaa... dis beat go perfect with ma belt
Hahaha... match ma damier luggage too
Joints rolled up... that's louis vuitton... (UH)... bad bitchs and cold drinks
YEAAAA!... you know what it is man... Taylor gang
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
(UH) No joint roaches in ma car
Play the game smart
We gon' get dis chesse, don't give police ah reason to fuck us off
I done seem the ups
Not a stranger to the downs, buh for now it's smoke divas in my loft
Champagne with bitchs with foreign names
Ma homie hit me on da text, he ain't want nothin buh to tell me that I got next
Need keep it G
I'm in yo' town frequently
Got the bottles, bring the trees, watch sum movies, hit dis weed
Yea nigga livin' care free
Please don't blow my fly, pardon the high
Nigga tendencies
Can't duplicate us but the planes what they pretend to be
Through all the bullshit overcame and still remain ah G
(Thaha) Clicquot slow and sour D smoke
She leave the room you smell it on her fingers bro
Asking silly questions bout "Where you been"?
Saying "You look different"
Had the time of her life not to mention
You ain't been this high in ah minute
Took ownership of the air, I'm fly, you niggas just trynna visit
[Chorus:]
(Yeaaaaaaaa) (YAAAAAAAAAA BITCH!)
Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it?
I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight
Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight
Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane
Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo
Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo
Everywhere that we gooooo (uo-oooohhhh)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
While you at home on twitter trynna hackin' her page and shyt
We smoking and crackin jokes on how lame ya is (Uhhh)
Hotel room right up by da water
Even taught her how to use ah joint roller
A tight end became from underground lik ah oiler
Here like I never left, back like ah spoiler
Give my keys to valet
Waiter take ma order
Ya'll been waitin for real niggas to eat the way they ought to' (Heyy) (Kylly run it)
[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]
Me and Khalifa, call it dat gush reefer
Good drank dat'll seat ya
Put chu in ah sleeper, louis' on ma beepers buh I see that bread (Clearly Tho)
G.O.O.D music is the consequnce, we legends (Really Tho)
Minus Kanye, buh we got this money in common
We get it day and night
Gutter marijuy don't want it
I'm the shit, no plumbin
Money talk, no hummin
Put the GPS on it
Located, I'm comingggg
I'm in something Paper-Plated
Get it, decapitate it
And if the bomb creams
Super boats swangs fascinated
With the fast life
Haters to the left I got my cash right
Irish spring green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe
Lit up like a flashlight
VVS's is in my necklace lookin like bad dikes
All my bitches bad like
Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim Kardash type
5 star chicks, first class like my last flight.
[Chorus:]
Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it?
I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight
Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight
Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane
Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo
Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo

Taylor gang or die.
Cloud crowd.
Heavy hustlin.
Yeah.
Big money, small money
Short money, tall money
Soon after we locked eyes,
I had a vision of me inside.
I stimulate your mind and give your body everything it wants.
Private school her whole life,
Got an infatuation with being bad.
You take her out to shop and spend it all,
Cause she don't see them tags.
I get deep inside her soul though,
If she was a guitar I'd treat her like the solo,
And pull my fingers through your hair.
And last night was amazing,
I could honestly say that you're the best I ever had.
And you don't remember cause you weren't even there,
But your soul was.
Keep goin, just catch up on the next one.
Ay, ay.
We don't make love, I touch your soul girl.
She don't party where the rest go.
You need to be able to let your hair down,
So you can feel good.
Girl you can buy your own drinks, drive your own car,
Purchase them louis bags on your own.
Her parents money long,
But since she grown she'd rather spend yours.
I get deep inside her soul though.
Go into the drag and beat it like I'm bolo.
And so you think it's too much.
And even though now you figurin out how or what we shouldn't have did,
To your friends you'll admit that we have fun.
Okay, okay.
Ay, ay.
Ay, ay.
Let's ride to the gate so you can meet the mayor.
I'm gonna a beat top man,
I'm gonna take you to never never land.
When you're all dried up,
Here's an ocean to wet the sand.
Of course I'm gonna see what's good with your fancy car.
I'm relighting in the dark, to her lock I got the key.
And niggas down to get a copy.
Damn.
How does it feel this great when you're not even here?
And you climax with the thought of me,

[Kelly Porter:]
Sometimes I don't know if you're tellin the truth
Everytime you get mad when I ask you what you do what you do
Seems that you're runnin around
Every night late comin home when I call
And I don't know what to do
Cus I feel like you're lyin to me when I'm askin you
Sometimes...
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I hear you talkin to me
You sick and tired of the kid man
Sometime you feel like you talkin through me
That's when you walk up to me
Trying for attention
Ma listen
You wild'n Stop trippin
Cus a nigga work too hard too long
Always got a show or in the studio doin a new song
Them other dudes could'ntwalk with my shoes on
Still I come home hearin bout what I do wrong
Pullin stunts and
Rollin blunts
With my dudes from the hood
But to you they no good
I'm just doin what I could
And that's givin the circumstances
You only get one shot at these certain chances
Instead of trying to find dirt
And where your manners
Try and understand when that work demanded
And no mama that's not a punch line
I'm always there when it's crunch time
But still you say
[Kelly Porter:]
Sometimes I don't know if you're tellin the truth
Everytime you get mad when I ask you what you do what you do
Seems that you're runnin around
Every night late comin home when I call
And I don't know what to do
Cus I feel like you're lyin to me when I'm askin you
Sometimes...
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Now I know you hear the he say she say
Your home girls got my every move on replay
Scream'n how you know niggas
And the games that we play
But all the while I've been grindin for this weeks pay
Hustlin each day in order to eat right
Call me sayin she need me in order to sleep right
Not really knowin what these streets like
So you stay up until I come back
A nigga love that
Help me relax
Warm plate an the dub sack
And after that proceed the bend the back
Then I'm back to politics the usual
And sometimes I wanna talk to get through to you
But... Damn...
[Kelly Porter:]
Sometimes I don't know if you're tellin the truth
Everytime you get mad when I ask you what you do what you do
Seems that you're runnin around
Every night late comin home when I call
And I don't know what to do
Cus I feel like you're lyin to me when I'm askin you

Niggas always ask me why I get
I tell 'em mind they fuckin' buisness
I'm tryna' find a couple Swishers
I think I bought a box and don't remember
They watchin' this boy
You see that smoke comin' out my windows?
I keeps Urkle like the Winslows
You smell purple when the wind blows
Don't know how I wake up sober
I got to sleep
Can't even keep my eyes open
'Member first time I tried smoking, Wiz
Damn near thought I'z gone die chokin'
Smoke Kush, so that's probably why I look
Eye's gettin' red, mouth all dry
My memory, yo
[Interlude]
Took a trip out to Cali
And man I've never been
Before or even after dat
Me and my niggas roll 'em back to back
Until we get
Yeahh
On the road roll thirty blunts before a show
They like how do you perform
I say this is what I duz
You could say yeah, I love mah drugs
Matter uh fact roll another one
Calm mah buzz
I get er'body in this bitch
Brought the Chronic
Er'body get a spliff
Don't smoke, get a tiny little whiff
And be feelin'
Smoking in my car
Don't even know to drive my whip
Roll another one when the first blunt's lit
My energy, yo
It's fadin away
Yeahh
You know, keep that cloud a smoke
Man, stay rollin' up them Swishers
Pullin' out dat bag

I'm a cigarello fiend smokin weed like it's oxygen
Roll a lot skunk, need some blunts, get two boxes in
Goin to pull my stash, out rollin out this half ounce
Puff pass, nigga I puff grass till I pass out
[x2]
Half ounce what I got to smoke up in some days
Yeah I choke up and get blazed
Eyes closed up and get glazed
I'll blow some in your face
But you ain't hitting nothin
If I'm in here I gotta smoke somethin nigga
[Hook:]
Crack a swishy if I'm rollin up that good
And we roll it by the O, yeah I know you wish you could
Ain't nothin funny gettin money like I should
Anywhere I go niggas know I smokin good
[Chorus:]
I'm smokin good
[x7]
Niggas know about what young Khalifa into
Love to smoke out, a lot of reefer in him
Get you skunked out, you know I'm street official
When boys gotta problem, you should keep your issue
I'm from Pistolvania, where them heaters hit you
Out in California, where the weed official
And you could tell that I'm a boss
Don't really gotta tell you that I'm smokin good, you smell it through the wall
[Hook]

I blow it by the O. Yea bitch.
Cudi wassup nigga? We should smoke after this. Real shit
Uh, quality weeds in it,
They tell me you don't get to die twice, so the high life, we livin',
Throw parties with bad bitches, the cribs so foggy it's hard to see in it,
Got girls that wanna go places, scared to show up with me,
They say I'm bad for they image,
Oh well, I roll up another L,
You thinkin' you got the bomb, a real smoker can tell,
Only drink Gin when I fucks with the liquor,
And only smoke joints, I don't fuck with the swisher,
Stayed the night once, now she done smokin' swishers,
And I ain't passin' shit, I don't fuck with you niggas Cause,
I'm smokin' by my lonely,
Everyone else tired, high,
I'm rollin' up watchin' Family Guy,
Finna call Spitta, He the only nigga that can smoke how I smoke,
Known as Mister blow it by the O...
[Lady Gaga sings]
I never hold it
Puff, puff, pass
And keep the roach if you smoke it last
A nigga loaded, lookin for another (drink?) but I already rolled it
Chop show me that
And nigga my credit good in every neighborhood
Loan me dat
You probably be where the lames and them phonies at
Poor thing, I'm used to rollin up and smoking the whole thing
Them otha niggas claim and sayin that they get high and leave it with all kinds of seeds
Probably why you hit it and get the smoker face
This ain't loud, this a noise complaint
Smoke like I got a point to make
That's why everytime you see me got a joint to bake
Tell me dog bring his own in case you need a reminder, mister blow it by the
O-O-O-O-o, o, o, ooooo

[Intro:]
Ah man yeah they talk, but I can't hear what they say, cause I'm flyin' (ohhhh) Yeah, it's young khalifa man, yeah they talk but I can't hear what they say, cause I'm flying, taylor gang or die, taylor gang or die, yeah they talk, but I can't hear what they say, cause I'm flyin', sware they see me, but I'm too many miles away! cause I'm flyin' in the air, you all the way down, and I'm flyin' to the sky, I don't touch the ground. I'm flyin'
So high I can touch the sky [x10]
[Verse 1:]
I'm livin this movie, movie, you niggas like tivo,
See the same things twice, nothing like me though,
Man they can dream, flow like a whole key low.
Now I got your bitch, try and find me like nino,
Spend a lot of cash, can't front or I might leave broke
One live to live, 800 on the weed smoke,
Stacks for them guccis like, fuck it I'm a need those
Young superstar, well were feelin like heroes
Top down, and I'm flying like an eagle,
Tats on my neck, face, hands like a cholo
All about my green, bout my green like cheelo
Stars in my face, no stars not cheenos
Smile hard, (hard) swag real mean though
Hate enough for, show my ass with my jeans low
Started from the bottom, now made it like zero
Got it on lockdown, feeling like nino!
[Chorus:]
Yeah they talk, but I can't hear what they say, cause I'm flyin sware they see me but I'm too many miles away, cause I'm flying, in the air your all the way down, and I'm flyin, to the sky, I don't touch the ground! I'm flyin so high I can touch the sky [x8]
[Verse 2:]
Now I'm in florida, yeah they know me there too,
Walkin with jewels out, showin all my tattoos,
Can't say my name right, but they know I'm that dude
Walk 54 place, niggas eatin fast food
Brother out in Lauderdale, cousin down in Van U
Me I got a plug, good drugs when I land too
Know I'm underage, not much that I can't do
You don't talk money, that's why I can't understand you
See I'm hot now, going for a grammy though
Think this bitch bad, you should see my Miami ho
Down in south beach, met her at the Cameo
Told her what my life like, took her to the Sagamo
100 grand on my neck, just cause I gotta glow
Never buyin dough, whole zips when I gotta blow
Always dressed to impress you can tell,
She love my cologne, that's money that you smell, yeah!
[Chorus:]

[Funny Laugh]
It feels like I'm back again for the first time, If that makes any sense
(Something lol)
The good weeds lit, let's go
[ChorusÆ]
I got a couple sweets rolled with another O in a ziploc (O in a Ziploc) [Echo]
They see the pockets on swole how the lights hit the stones on the wrist watch (stones on the wrist watch)
Don't gotta ask who run it it's easy baby they know my name (they know my name)
All the cash we blow on some weed smoke they say bro it's a shame (bro it's a shame)
Boy you know it's a shame
Pop da smoke like pop out
And I'm pimp all the hoes call me papa
Gucci, Chuck Tays, I don't fuck with no prada
Fresh off the plane and I'm smoking like High time
It's better to be a star
NY I'm coping them weed jars
LA my hoes got medical weed cards
And my swagg through the roof
I hit the mall a boutique and tear down
See what I got on you want to wear it now
Think I'm a drink on her when she get tainted
Married to my money so she think I'm taken
She keep beggin me to creep
I heard your song I can do better in my sleep
All my niggaz rumble some bang better with the heat
Better keep the peace
There's Ink everywhere you see
And I only smoke good weed
Only where designer man
If I fuck with baby girl she gotta be a 9 or 10
Swaggg...
[Chorus]
Last night I made a bitch forget all about her man
The reason for them guts in your garbage can
I roll expensive spliffs
She fuckin me for free but for you she's one expensive bitch
Keep blowin up my sidekick knowing I'm at the studio
Another couple thousand everytime I do a show
That meanin I'm really eating
And everyday of my life is like the weekend
I wake up to good weed and new clothes
Go to sleep with more money and bad hoes
One of my 3 phones buzzin through my sleep
I know you heard of my name I'm buzzin all through the streets
YEAHHH... And I be with bosses
Get your shit togethor nigga or count your losses
And incase you ain't get the potrait
I'm a make it clear, Nigga it's STARYEAR... Swagg
Yeah Man, It shouldn't be no suprise for ya'll niggaz
Swisher sweet flickin'
[Funny Chuckle]
Chavo Chasin, Taylor Gang, Heavy Hustle

You know how we do! Yeah This is what I do young. From my side of the city the dip side
Let's Ride. Yes Sir All my gangsters grab your weapons, punks hit the door. Let's get it
Let's get it yeah uhh.
I ain't nothin nice
Line em up buckem twice
Lay em' down middle fingers up screamin fuck your life

I'm smoking that reefer and sippin champagne
Damn mayne, I remember those days I was covered in brain
Now it seems I'm surrounded by bitches
And covered in chains
Switching lanes, heart beating fast and I'm ? my brain
Born in planes, telling my mama we'll never be poor again
I told her I'd do this a year ago
She told me "you're insane.."
But I gotta be crazy for people to pay me off shit
That I say, shit that I wrote
Whole lot of smoke in my lungs makin me feel like a ghost
To the sky I go, you the ?
I'm the villain with the flow
No way can we fit him in a mold
You're the one with the feeling in your soul
In fact, I'm feeling real close
To a whole other moon I go..
Private planes on my jetway
A hundred joints in my ashtray
A couple grand to get just the hate
My money coming up fast way
30 grand is on champagne and that's because I'm thirsty
Bubbles: that's what works for me
Fuck, niggas take it personally
I drink all day, I smoke purple weed
Your money all game and I be ?
Somewhere in the South of France, overseas
Kush is rolled, that good cologne
Getting stoned, smoking with the owners
If I'm in the club, I'm getting paid to show up
That's gangsta. Real nigga, that's real gangsta
Bitch you lookin at a real Taylor
Paper in my pocket, none to spend

It's say yeah
One night in town
My niggas round
Throwin money
Them bitches hit the ground
Then bring it back up
She bringin backup
Put em in that black truck
So many hoes they lapped up
My niggas leanin
Diddy boppin
Let's get it poppin
I said let's get it poppin
Just look at how she drop it
Lil mama a certified pro
She need her own show
Slide on down that pole and grind slow
Hell no I ain't countin my dough
I came to blow it all
And get some brains trynna find miss know it all
And I got my cup filled you see how them bucks peel
Young pimp see how grab me up and chicken just chill
[Hook:]
In the back of the club
With a stack full a dubs
Drop it low like a pro
Bring it back that's what's up
All my dogs up in here
Plus there's hoes everywhere
Niggas stunt like you don't care
Throw that money in the air and say yeah (yeeeaaahh)
Throw that money in one hand and say yeah
Throw that money in the air and say yeah (yeeeaaahh)
Throw that money in one hand and say yeah
Throw that money in the air and say yeah (yeeeaaahh)
I'm high and drunk doin my same dance
They call it pocahontas doin that rain dance
Talkin dough I got it so make it rain man
Cause tha flow retarded sorta like that rain man
Borderline insane man
Look at all these dames damn
When a nigga gettin money
And I'm a changed man
You smell that haze scent
Know my gameplan
Trynna get it smackin
I ain't with dat gameplan
Lil momma work for every dollar she drop it low
Pop it slow stop and go
Lots of smoke we keep em rollin up
Shorty mad she came with you
She wanna roll with us
[Hook]
And say yeah
And say yeah
And say yeah
I said listen here
I do it broad day
All day
Smokin on that bomb hay
And I got my cup filled you see how them bucks peel
Young pimp see how grab me up and chicken just chill

[Verse1:]
Okaay
And they say don't say it less you mean it
Back when I was young I say I will be the one
People say they couldn't see it
But on the other hand
There was some sayin I be this
Nigga on top as soon as you say I'm defeated
T-Pain, they sayin I couldn't believe it
Funny cause they say the same thing when they see me
The way I spit you would say I was bulimic
And this beat so hard
I had to say I did a remix
Niggas hate they don't say it but they think it
When you lame I can't hear what you sayin when you speakin
Another plane my mother sayin get some sleep in
I can't I'm livin what others sayin they dream is
Now the hoes sayin I'm conceited
Cause they wanna give me brains
And I say I don't need it
I'm gettin paid and payin so much attention
To what these radios playin and sayin to me ends
I ain't sayin I'm that deep in
But I'm sayin I got my feet in
In a year they gon say I'm Michael Phelps
And you gon think to yourself
Before you jump into the deep end
It was said that my city was sleepin
Outta state I had to say what that P meant
"I put on" like Kan said on that Jeezy
Come to where I live the kids say I'm like He-Man
Doin everything that you say I can't
Not a stroke of luck player
You can say I plan
Tired of sayin shit to make these niggas understand
So I'll be everything that you say I am
Very strange, yes
You niggas too plain, I'm a Taylor Gang Jet
And my lames left
I talk money so I save breath
And niggas say that I'm lucky
I say that I'm blessed
[break]
[Verse 2:]
Hundreds on the mattress
Twenties on the floor
Kids with dirty handguns posted by the door
When I was 14 they used to send me to the store
To bring back blunts, now I'm the one that's rollin up
Speakers bump, iPhone plug-in for my truck
E-Knievel, showin ya niggas how to stunt
I mess up flows like waves and potholes
West Coast I fuck hoes and eat Roscoes
Got gold with diamonds in it
All the finest linen
Versace, my city tryin lock me hahaha
{That's my Biggie flow right there, I dunno if ya'll caught that.

Rolling up a still, blowing up a still
Going hard I'm on my job like I ain't sitting on a mill
Now for lame and young come with every mill
I swear to god that I'm so high feel like I'm going up a hill
Car... pay 250 000 for a...
I'm talking vacation out in...
I made 11 million nigga without endorsements
Took the niggas out I was out on the porch with
To saint tropes to race them in audis and porsches
Billies and... plenty of smoke
Thousands for weed, vendi's for clothes
I remember I couldn't get shit back then when I was broke
Now that I'm rich, everything's for the love
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
Macking, macking, hey,...
Rowland, rowland, rowland,
Kicking that paper, paper
Macking, macking, hey,...
Rowland, rowland, rowland,
Kicking that paper, paper
We learn the life shit, the... never ending
Kush god, bob marley on my pendant
You know that low was the life that I'm living
Ralph lauren always super nigga spending
Word, I can't lie, it's the truth, a stack for these joints
5 hundred to... double lr, I don't do...
That ain't for me,
Getting money killing shows in the home of the...
These rap niggas living a land to make believe
... crooked ass niggas ain't cool enough to fool with us
Nah, pool tables get played the back
Haters play the side door, jazz life, tell the 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, get money, rolling stone
Young khalifa... right
Macking, macking, hey,...
Rowland, rowland, rowland,
Kicking that paper, paper
Macking, macking, hey,...
Rowland, rowland, rowland,

[Wiz Khalifa - verse 1]
And they say they ballin' but I do it how the pros do
Where we goin next? we gon let my hoes choose
No socks and my boat shoes
Guess a n-gga eating good like whole foods
Not a couple cameras now they bring the whole crew
Bad bitch ride wit me so she pose too
See me and my guys like a plane flown through
Hella high roll up weed up like I'm supposed too
And now I'm into big things
On the building you need to know the tenant rate
Gettin paid still ridin no shirt
Let a b-tch give me brain call it home work
N-ggas try hatin' on 'em but it dont work
[Chorus]
Alota shit done change
New clothes new car new things
Sayin boy they used to be at the bottom
Came up thats what they say
Used to not be allowed in the building
But now we on the roof top
Used to not be allowedd in the building
But now we on the roof top
Slow money just better than gettin' no money
Learn to get good show money, that's yo money
Get comfortable with it, really know money
Rich n-gga shit, that really goes for me
Self made n-gga, well played
I'm on the plane drinkin' champagne and lemonade
You tryna copy whats done, I'm tryna innovate
And club owners getting tired of tryna ventilate
BIG MISTAKE
I'm too busy finding places and trips to take
The more I smoke the more money my business make

I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Shawty, I roll up
I roll up, I roll up
It's your anniversary isn't it?
And your man ain't acting right
So you packing your Damier luggage up
Calling my cell phone, trying to catch a flight
You know one thing straight
I'll be there girl whenever you call me
When you at home, that's your man
Soon as you land you say it's all me
'Cause shit ain't all G with him, no more
You ain't entertained
Since I meet you a couple months ago
You ain't been the same
Not saying I'm the richest man alive
But I'm in the game
As long as you keep it 100
I'ma spend this change
Whenever you need me, whenever want me
You know you can call me, I'll be there shortly
Don't care what your friends say, 'cause they don't know me
I can be your best friend and you be my homie
I ain't gonna flex, I'm not gonna front
You know if I ball then we all gon' stunt
Send her my way, she ain't gotta hold up
Whenever you call, baby, I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call, baby, I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call, baby, I roll up
I try to stay out your business
But on the real you're so obvious
And if you keep fitting me in your plans and fucking up
Your man's gonna catch onto us
That white sand surrounding us
He be handcuffing, he should work for them officers
If you rolling, I got a spot where I can put you on this medical
And send you home, doctored up
You wanna ride with me 'cause you say that he boring
Wake up you rolling weed, cooking eggs in the morning
Ain't scared to spend this money, I know I'll make more of it
First you was in the sky, now you say you in orbit
Whenever you need me, whenever want me
You know you can call me, I'll be there shortly
Don't care what your friends say, 'cause they don't know me
I can be your best friend and you be my homie
I ain't gonna flex, I'm not gonna front
You know if I ball then we all gon' stunt
Send her my way, she ain't gotta hold up
Whenever you call, baby, I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call, baby, I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call, baby, I roll up
No matter where I am, no matter where you are
I'll be there when it's over, baby
'Cause I was there from the start
Don't matter if I'm near, don't matter if you're far
All you do is pick the phone up lady
And I'll be there when you call
Whenever you need me, whenever want me
You know you can call me, I'll be there shortly
Don't care what your friends say, 'cause they don't know me
I can be your best friend and you be my homie
I ain't gonna flex, I'm not gonna front
You know if I ball then we all gon' stunt
Send her my way, she ain't gotta hold up
Whenever you call, baby, I roll up
Whenever you need me, whenever want me
You know you can call me, I'll be there shortly
Don't care what your friends say, 'cause they don't know me
I can be your best friend and you be my homie
I ain't gonna flex, I'm not gonna front
You know if I ball then we all gon' stunt
Send her my way, she ain't gotta hold up
Whenever you call, baby, I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call, baby, I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call, baby, I roll up

[Chorus:]
I heard that love, was bliiiind
But girl I've seen it (girl I've seen it)
And I need it (yes I need it)
I want to make, you miiiiine
And girl you know it, 'cause I showed it
Please don't blow it
What you need is right here (ahhh oh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (Right here, here, here) (oooh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (here, here, here)
(I got it right here for you girl)
[Verse 1:]
And no I'm not there
It's true them other dudes don't compare
See I got girls a few I don't care
When I see you, I stop and I stare
I'm not some player
Or just some guy
You like my swagger
Think that I'm fly
You caught my eye
Across this club
I'm way pass drunk
I think I'm in love
And you my drug
I need you most
I take you until I overdose
Come here get close
And hit this smoke
If you want 'scape
Then we can get ghost
If you want go
Back to my crib
Get interested
Won' see how I live
Some peace and quiet
To get to know Wiz
Before we slide
You need to know this
[Chorus:]
I heard that love, was bliiiind
But girl I've seen it (girl I've seen it)
And I need it (yes I need it)
I want to make, you miiiiine
And girl you know it, 'cause I showed it
Please don't blow it
What you need is right here (ahhh oh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (Right here, here, here) (oooh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (here, here, here)
[Verse 2:]
And no where else
It ain't my fault can't myself
I catch my breath
When I see you
You just my style
So whatchu won' do
You private it can just be us two
If you got friends
Then bring your crew
You know how to keep a secret
Me too
I won't tell no one else what we do
Puttin your nails all in my tattoo
I want you bad as hell and that's true
You tell me what a playa gott' do
To make you understand a mad dude
I won't act new
When I'm around
If you end up lettin' me bust you down
I ain't no clown
That you know this
Before we slide you need to know this
[Chorus:]
I heard that love, was bliiiind
But girl I've seen it (girl I've seen it)
And I need it (yes I need it)
I want to make, you miiiiine
And girl you know it, 'cause I showed it
Please don't blow it
What you need is right here (ahhh oh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (Right here, here, here) (oooh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (here, here, here)
[Verse 3:]
So don't go far
I won' be everywhere that you are
Your biggest fan
So be my star
I hope you find your way to my car
I take my time, do this right
I'm down for anything that you like
Make girls play the left
'Cause your right
Just one thing to tell you tonight
[Chorus:]
I heard that love, was bliiiind
But girl I've seen it (girl I've seen it)
And I need it (yes I need it)
I want to make, you miiiiine
And girl you know it, 'cause I showed it
Please don't blow it
What you need is right here (ahhh oh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (Right here, here, here) (oooh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)

this joints almost out, i got another one though
let me just toss some shit
nigga i smoke good errday, i probably live the life that you wish you could errday
you probably think i had it good had it made but nigga im from the burgh i was in the hood errday
but now im hoppin off of jets and these people cuttin me checks and i say people cuz im rich and rich people show me respect
this cofermatriam, hes from collect, these diamonds i got on, they are baguettes
or vvs, a wall of them see me used to just be that dude on the net now im all in your tv
butler asked me what i want a get bentley or lamborghini
just came home and made 200 grand and blew it all on wai ki ki
just came home and paid 200 grand blew it all on the wiji smokin on 8 ounces to myself and aint at all feelin sleepy
realest nigga out, it aint hard to believe me thats why all the people that you know try they hardest to beeeeee me
cuz nigga i smoke good errday, i probably live the life that you wish you could errday
you probably think i had it good got it made but nigga im from the burgh and i roll up the l

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Lets call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by
I'ma slide by sippin on that high life
and my slippers jack triple where my five light
as a all-star I made so many highlights
touchdown field goal this my night
she the wild type ready for the wild night
are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type
I hope you are 'cause that mean a player all right
smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white
tryna to land a plane baby are you really gain
back to the future me and Wiz got this thing sayin'
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]I stay high while ya'll stay low
tryna tell me 'bout the smell I know
but I stay red form all that smoke
the weeds with me everywhere I go
and ya'll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
and ya'll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
and ya'll can roll,
[Rick Ross - Verse 2]I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray
dickin her down for the few past days
she asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer?
shawty green as the reefer even the grinder
fuckin like its a porn in my recliner
lookin straight in the eyes, they show vagina
shes a lair but damn she does it well
we on fire imagine what it'll sell
all my homies are people that I admire
small click of real niggas smokin that fire
holdin' my dick until the day that I expire
we and Wiz in the benz gettin' higher
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]I'm in the right pair of Nike Airs
from gravel to marble I travel light years
I'm like chyea I'ma chill right chea
like the Mack 11 on me nigga no fear
skateboard aboard to PanAmerica
I make more abroad than in America
waitin' for the day Bob rose from the dead
in HD as I take an ounce to the head

[Intro -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 hard and my cup cold
My tongue 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
And I'mma be your memory
Sing it in my ears, so I can hear what you're saying to me
I got cups full of that Rose
Smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my boys
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'mma 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'mma 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
[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa]
Old rapping ass
Lightyears past the class
Hit it, don't have to pass
Nigga, we the new Aftermath
Niggas after fame, I just had to laugh
Niggas after fame, I'm after cash
You's a fan of a player
I'm the man, you's a hater
And I only smoke papers
That's how you tell them Taylors
Nigga listen
Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing comes out 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 lemondae
[Hook]
Good to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I'mma 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'mma 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
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa]
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
Not Motor 1, not old Chevelle
Can't say things like supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper, dawg
I like to call this shit old news
It means haters jocking our old moves
Popping champagne cause we made it
Pack in the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow

[Wiz Khalifa]
Thousand pounds of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes don't use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me like a king
Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, that's your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me round your bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you can't roll that
(Chorus)
I got a whole lot of hochie, and I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa it's a partyyyyyyyy, oh, it's a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa it's a partyyyyyyyy, oh, it's a party
[Chevy Woods]
Quarter pound of that sour, that's four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
Every state we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I aint writing on the chalkboard
And I heard it's a party, it's a party it's a party but I'm cool
Them niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga that's really smoking
Aint enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 aint enough you need more
All this weed over here, that's 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart
(Chorus)
[Neako]
What I smoke in one day, these niggas don't smoke in one week
Riding round and it's just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights nonstop
You get some zips, well get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call them G62s
And it's just me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up it's cool, come take this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

Gettin more scrill, deal or no deal uh
Yea, chubby bags
Heavy hustle, course the gang, uh
[Verse 1:]
On, and on, and on, and on and
We just drink and smoke until the morning
You're homegirl's texting you, ignoring them
Hit the weed, giggle a little, then you get horny
I hit the weed, get on my mission, and then I'm goin' in
Knowin damn well they got boyfriends
Till they get the front door, asked her which floor I'm on
I'm at the top, polo socks and pajamas on
She smoke chronic, know the lyrics to all my songs
It's like I died and went to heaven, me and all my dogs
That's why we sip champaign till the bottles gone
Roll weed on ya take the bitches, I don't follow ya'll
[Chorus:]
I can never make up this if I wanted to
It's real talk what I'm saying to you
I don't wanna wake up, knowing just one thought of you
Got me fallen I can't get up (get up)
So will you co-star with me?
Cause my life is like a movie
[Verse 2:]
Champaign parties in my hotel
Her friends don't even smoke, but they diggin' the smell
Ex-boyfriend ringin' ya cell
But every effort to save you's to no avail
Nuttin but starter's on my team nigga coach fail
And all we do is get high and watch the dough swim
Relatively fly like a meteor or spaceship
Party every night, and early morning get wasted
All the way 100 you others niggas are make-shift
Roll that rapper weed, you smoke and don't wanna taste it, let's face it
She wanna fly where the planes is
Got her testin' out all of my trees, mint-flavors
She [? ] the paper
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Kev tha Hustla]
We stay smokin' that la-la-la
Easy rider, joint roller, my 9-5
You can prolly smell it in the car when we ridin' by
More like all the way up, we ain't kinda high
We more than fly, introduce you to the gang members
That's taylor, like blood, no gang members
No names enter, and now you on champaign land
I'm on an island of hard liquor
It be fans, joint lit, and guitar pickers
Goin' nowhere for awhile, I got good snickers
Now you wanna mingle, heard young single
Big face chips baby, stack my pringles
You call it tight, I say well-fit
And we ain't takin' no prisoners, now you jealous
In ya state please make sure the weed great
Fresh produce, purple and green crates
Groove, crisp bills in my jean pants
Telly room prolly doin' the Uncle Snoop dance, yea

[Intro:]
Ya'll already know what it is man
If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang
Ugh, it's not a problem, we spending change
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage
They feelin 'em at all, these niggas a mirage
Handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on
Niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage
Cops fuck with me hopin to get a charge
Hoes leaving their man, fuckin us cause our cars
If it's one thing I know, it's smokin and living large
Got me speedin down the interstate
See what I'm eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate
Hey she fuckin me cause how I win a race
Plus I ain't cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake
Wait I'm talkin fast car, big estate
Money come in cash plus in the bank
Nigga don't believe me, throw it in your face
Bitch I'm in the building like real estate
[Chorus:]
They say I'm still the same
You know it ain't a thang
Except the zipcode ain't a damn thang changed
I'm gettin money, keep the champaigne coming
Might crack a smile but ain't a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha
I'm straight, when you gettin money muthaf-kas gonna hate
Find the baddest bitch and get her number,
I don't even call her (call her, call her)
Feel like a million dollars
When they make it,
They should put my face up on a million dollar bill
Dollar bill, dollar bill
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
When they make it,
They should put my face up on a million dollar bill
Dollar bill, dollar bill
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ballin's not a hobby, it's my occupation
Hoes on my dick, that's my confirmation
Couple stars with me, that's a constelation
Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, that's my conversation
Touch the pedal once, it look like I'm racing
Eyes chinese, smoke like I'm jamacian,
V.I.P rollin' doobies up and face it
12 bottles of Rose, I'm on some gang shit
Gettin all the shit, cake crumblin
Ain't nothin, told them lil niggas I take from 'em
Laughin my all the way to the bank
Tried to talk but they can't
They just stand ther, e when they starin
Hatin, mumblin,
What you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin
Started kinda hot, now it's safe to say we bubblin
400 on a zip, blow it all day
Another city, state, another mill to make

(What you got?) Racks on racks on racks
(He got) Racks on racks on racks
(We got) Racks on racks on racks
(Leggo)
(Hey) We got racks on racks on racks
(She got) Racks on racks on racks
(They got) Racks on racks on racks
Got campaign goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back
Still fresh, yeah, and in my Trues
Iced out, okay, cool
Trapped up, know I keep that tool
That racks on racks so ma'fuckin' fool
All around the globe, bein' on TV
Everywhere you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass niggas just wishin' they were me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my ma'fuckin' jeans
I'm so fly I don't even got wings
Eyes real low, just blame it on the green
Girl cut up, got lean on lean
That shoebox shit, over with
She put it on the rack, won't notice it
My bank 'count, commas all over it
Racks on racks on racks
Young Jeezy
Young, if it's convertible, then how is it a hardtop?
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot
Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart stop
Every night's a weekend, every day's a Friday night
You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice
'87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty racks
All I sold is hundos, where the fuck my twenties at?
Wiz Khalifa
Racks on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should have a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps
Just made a mill, count another mill, so put that on top of that
Way back in 2004, I told 'em it was a wrap
Now my life ain't my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap
Oooh, you claim you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We can't even talk 'less you got the check,
I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent
They said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll another one bigger
Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick her
Down
Waka Flocka Flame
(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!)
Bands on top of bands (Uh!
), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!)
Bad boys don't do papers (Flex!
), that was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) Clap two times if you druuunk
Got a bad bitch from the U.K. (Okay!)
She do everything I say (Okay!)
Go crazy when she hear music (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on replay (Flocka!)
Got racks you don't understand (Uh-huh)
Money long from here to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it good when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a trance
Got campaign goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back
Cyhi The Prynce
Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaa
I make big plays, I got big chips
Blue money like six Crips
Switch gears like stick shifts
Fresh as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, y'all flip whips
Catch us smokin' that quick trip
Pitch piff, that's a handspring
I like to call that a quick flip
Pull triggers like hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my damn thing
Baby blood with them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I can't sing
Got the seven on me like big jersey
Ridin' round, and this bitch dirty
I'm the best, hands down
They nicknamed me 6:30
I'm wit' Young Dose and YC
Readell Road, that's my street
Ask around on the Eastside
I'm the s-h-i-t
Bun B
Bun B, I'm underground king
In the candy-painted car on swang
With the top on drop and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a damn thang
Fifth wheel on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit stains
With the grill in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You're on neon lights in my bank
Yeah, I rep that P-A-T
One hundred, yeah, that's me
If you don't recognize, you gon' see
I'm a straight-up trill OG
In a black-on-black-on-black
Cadillac, like a Mack on clacks
Try to jack and I will attack
It's a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that
B.o.B
Call me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names
Flyin' through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne
No, not bombs over Baghdad
But on the track, you can call me Hussein
That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane with a turban
But I'm fly, y'all just turbulence, exit row, emergency (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was struck by lightning, it's no wonder I'm electrifying
Fuck a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power outage
And it ain't no rivals, if it was, it'd be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an Eiffel Tower
Yo Gotti
Got bills on top of bills, scales on top of scales
I'm Mr. All White, got yell' on top of yell'
Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know I'm wrong
Said 50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone
Gotta front me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you
Just ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do
Yeah, I love these streets like I love the booth
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100 proof
Got white on white on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I'm in the club it look like lights on lights on lights
Got campaign goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back
Wale
Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna smash and not call back
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might call you a cab
Yeah, ridin' around wit' that reefer scent,
ridin' around with Ms. Reece and them
When I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than alopecia skin
I shows out, like dope when I put that flow down
Like soap when I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out
And all she want is more bags, but all I want is more 1s
I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's
Cory Gunz
The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks
From the X to the MACs in the Ac,
if I ain't strapped, then the gats on scat
Then he black on 'em like Tae Bo, then he clap on 'em like bravo
Throw sacks on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em like tight hoes
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on home
Those Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like fourth grade
I'm the shit nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a slave
Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was thinkin' it's a game
See me with the twin, buck a shimmy with the gauge
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid
Goin' for the grips every day 'til the grave
I be worried about chips, you be worried about the Lay's
Bitch
Dose
Got Activist in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my brightness
In the fast lane, gettin' slow brain in a 2012 Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' like Friday
Puffin' on that garlic, sick off all the Marley
Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket
Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps stuntin'
These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you can't afford 'em, sharper than a swordsman
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my brother
Cory Mo
Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack
Top dropped down, black on black
Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
Check my bank account, got racks on racks
Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you gots to love that
Posted up just like a thumbtack
Better hide ya ho, 'cause she bound to get snatched
H-Town, Texas to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well
Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell
True player, Cory Mo cold as hell
Shows to do, got records to sell
Got a whole lotta BMI checks in the mail
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in jail
Locked up for double life like "What the hell?"
Got campaign goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back
Nelly
Yeah, they call me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can call that Alabama
I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I roll tide
He might have the same whip, but check out how I roll mine
Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all only in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout Mars
I ride wit' them boys in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, back up through the trap
But the money don't stack, man, money overlap
Yeah, y'all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa sho'
Got a house on hundred acres, I've never seen my neighbors
A chick in ATL and from Buckhead to Decatur
Now y'all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome
Don't lease or your mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many rides
Don't know which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly
Twista
Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' head back, bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way
I do simp-a-ly because I like this song
When I step up out the Maserati car,
gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, I'ma close out the par',
wit' some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Money Gang steppin' through the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago
Anybody wanna get into it,
come on and do it, for security, we gon' make 'em pull the flo'
Might as well get it off yo' chest, while everybody got ammunition on deck
I don't see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat,
'cause I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future,
finna shoot ya, I salute you if you could get at the general in my military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats,
I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure,
other words, fill 'em up wit' holes
If you try to give it to me at the door,
I just thought I had to let you know
Big Sean
(I bet your bitch call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married bitches lyin'
I take 'em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher than these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that shit look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of packs on top of pounds
My chains is pow on pow on pow, I'm off them trees, no eye, no ow
I'm at the altar sayin' my vows to this Benjamin Franklin power
You buy her a house, I won't buy her a vowel,
you fell in love, and I fell in her mouth
They called her Dickface, she called her connect
(Called her connect) You call her collect
I call to collect, no need for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' bitch gon' fetch
(Do it!) B-i-g
And the track gon' be aight as long as we got me
(I do it)
Trae
I'm the hood if you wondered where I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the back of a Chevy that's all black (All black)
Racks on racks, I don't know how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like track (Track)
Free throws of money, bet you can't blind (Blind)
King of the club, I bet you can't top (Top)
Bitch niggas hate the fact I get guap (Guap)
Or the fact when the money go up, it won't stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, tryna show 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a month (Month)
The club underwater, have 'em runnin' out the front
While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed like a blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the case I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, that dude'll tell (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 'neath the old-school as well (School as well)
I got lights on my wrist that'll flash like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign cars that I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I don't give a damn
Hard as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM
Call it what you want, I'ma do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the type of nigga that I am
Ace Hood
Okay, I'm back off into this bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's full of that liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, ain't talkin' tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego bricks (Woo!)
Hit a trick and a fiendin' nigga got it
I keep that hottie, just look at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty bands in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, that's just part of my hobby (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger,
so dope, shit, I sold y'all copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play some hockey
I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your local Walmart rack
Soon
Got campaign goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks

(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Uh-huh)
(Yo)
If you a rat or you a snitch
You shouldn't listen to this
If you ain't talking Pittsburgh
If you ain't mention the prince
I'm sick with the spit
You pissed I get chips for this shit
This for my homies that be OT whip full of bricks
I'm on another level, dudes gotta catch up to my ride
I'm ahead of my time
I'm a threat to you guys, why?
I'm still a student, yet I'm fluent with my rhymes
Still that best of that good shit, professional hood shit
Bill Gates cake, I won't settle for hood rich
I'm fresh 'cus we don't sound like that other bullshit
My team hustle, no days off
And weigh so much salt? that you might have to take a snow day off
You ain't coming close to mine, if the cops bring a snitch about you
Me on my worst day is what you pricks amount to
Talk slick like the life we can't get about you
And have dirt on you like I have some shit about you
See Wiz Khalifa's like a teacher I could show you to
A spliff of reefer got me somewhere high up in the mountains
You claim to be S-T-A-R-S
But like your under 21 you can't fuck with my bars
Ask about me the streets think I'm the youngest in charge
Pimp too, leave the club with a truck full of broads
And if it's on then I'm crushing them all
You niggas prolly right, when you say that I ain't fucking with' cha' 'y'all, dog
I'm on a paper chase, moving unit state to state
So I let the haters hate, got about a cake to make
Money on the mind, moving at a greater pace
Hungry on the grind and I ain't eating off a paper plate
I need the finer things, came up on the rhyming game
Now they listening, take his picture in them designer frames
And they come with success some niggas gotta hate
I see you playin with me, it's different, it's not a game
I'm moving heavy in the trenches
Best flow, back dow (door)
When I knock any nigga senseless
I don't do much, smoke about a blunt or two or three
Gonna take more than a few bars to get through to me
(Yeah I'm the prince)
(That's what it is man)
(Show and prove man)
(That's the name of the game man)
(Show and prove)
(And I got next)

[Chorus:]
We poppin' rubber bands, spendin' money by the grand, what you make up in a week, nigga I got it in my pants! (Wiz- SO WE!) Poppin' rubber bands, spendin' money by grand, what you make up in a week, nigga I got it in my pants [x2]
You that time is money so a young nigga clock it! I'm ballin' in the game while them other just watchin'. You makin' in a week I got stuffed up in my pocket! The money ain't a thang, gettin' money's not an option.
I need a rubber band can't fit this money in a wallet! My bank account is makin' ya'll sick to ya stomach, gettin' rich and I love it, my piff got a budget and your bitch probly thinkin' about the prints, she ain't frontin'!
Homie you ain't seen nothin'! I'm blowin' on the overdose. Thirty five large and that's just for doin' a show with you. Talkin' how I live it now I'm gettin' it how I'm suppose to do. Shinin' like I know the do, grinden I could show you dudes!
Hit the mall up dawg spendin' money by the grand! Blow a couple stacks and pop another rubber band! Make it hard to understand, I ain't spend it like that. Niggas know me I'm the man and we gettin' it right back! So we!
[Chorus:]
We poppin' rubber bands, spending money by the grand, what you make up in a week, nigga I got it in my pants (Wiz- SO WE!) [x4]
No I ain't gon' stunt! (Stunt) Hold on what they want! (Want) What you make off in a week, I just roll up in a blunt! (Blunt) I got rumble in my trunk! (Trunk) Money on my mind (Mind) Hennessy in my cup! (Cup) Switch up fold up that pine! (Pine)
Hoes be nothin' but dimes! (Yeahh!) Opens up in they mind, I never spoke for you dudes! Told you I would get mine! (Gettin'!) Chavold fo' them shows (Gettin'!) Guavo fo' them O's! What you makin' in a year I spend more shoppin' for my clothes!
I'm ballin' like a pro! Your doe is kinda minor. My money on the road lookin' something like a tire and they lovin' my atire! I'm lean in them verse but I switch to Micheal Veres and my vision got clearer! (Clearer) It's all about the paper man the paper need mirrors. Could never give a fuck about a hater, can't fear em'. (Nahh) It's been so conversation, you ain't cakin' can't hear em' (NO!) I'm post in the Burgh get money to the ceilin' So we!
[Chorus:]

[Intro:]
It's Wiz Khalifa Man
It's That 412
I Got That Pittsburgh Sound
[Verse 1:]
Around These Parts
I'm Known As The Youngest In Charge
My Shit Bang Out The Trunk Of Your Car
It's The Cities Known Rap Spitta
Semi Blown Clack Niggas
Skin And Bones But Really Known As That Nigga
I'm Known To Chase The Bucks
Grind To Get My Paper Up
In The Studio Writin Rhymes Til The Paper Crunch
I'm Not The Type That U Would Call Em A Thug
But I'm A Huster It's All In My Blood
So If It's All For The Cheese Then I'm In It
My Screws Kinda Loose So I Ease To The Finish
I Hop Up In The Coupe Feel The Breeze While I'm In It
Blowin Smoke Up Out The Roof From The Trees That I'm Spliffin
Youngin Got The Game On Lock
I'm On Top It's A Shame Ya'll Not
You A Lame Put Your Brain On Pot
Leave U Wet Like The Rain Ya'll Drop
I'm Gon Rock And I Ain't Gon Stop... Nigga
[Hook:]
Whos The Kid Spittin Flames
Changin The Game
His Name... It's Wiz Khalifa Man
From The Home Of The Brick
Where They Know For The Cake
The Place... That Steel City Damn
I Got That Pittsburgh Sound
And I'm a Always Hold Pittsburgh Down
It's Wiz Khalifa Man
U Can't Tell By Now
Pittsburgh I'm a Swell My Town
That Steel City Damn
[Verse 2:]
Roll Rubber U Don't Know Who U Dealin With
O so innocent but flows so dilligent
My Spit Games Like A 44 Killin Shit
Know Your Man Warm But the young boy killin shit
Realist Shit And Your Main Wife Dig Me
Dame try and hit me
Kick Game Like 50 Cent
Niggas Wanna Play Games I Quickly
Mob With A Squad That Will Bang Ya'll With Me
And They Want The Kid Still Hurtin
Hundred Niggas With Hammers
Yea That's Wat I Call A Steal Curtain
I Handle My Time And Still Work It
Put In Work Couple Mil. Worth In
And I'm From Pittsburgh Where The Green
And The Eatin Is Good
Where The Fiends Do Everything In The Hood
Everyday Is Like A War So My Soldiers Ride Fatiguesin The Hood
And We Gettin All The Green Like We Should... You Know Yea
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I'm from the home and the place
Where they known for the cake
Where the money stackin up,
Put a chrome to your face
You can step outta line, and get thrown into place
That's why all my homies say
It's whatever whenever
Mother fucker I flow so hard and I spit so sick
That all of these rap niggas on my tip
Like pause it ain't none of that homo shit
And that's word to the philly ass spliff

I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl
You think she my newest bitch, she my old girl
Khalifa, a younger n-gga who handle his
Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is
Boss shit, look that up n-gga, I handle biz
On fire, like a candle is
N-ggas be dressing off the manikin
Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them camera’s is
Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish friends
Coulda been the President, rather be the man instead
[Hook]
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin’ like phone numbers
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin’ like phone numbers
(You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million)
I’m talkin’ millions, n-gga I’m talkin’ millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million)
I’m talkin’ millions, n-gga I’m talkin’ millions
Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)
Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)
I’m talkin’ millions, n-gga I’m talkin’ millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million)
I’m talkin’ millions, n-gga I’m talkin’ millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million, whaaaaaat)
[Trae Tha Truth - Verse 2]
I’m in the hood (?)on this something corner surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I’m polar surfing
Blowing faces, I’m shittin’ on them diamond infested
Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my time is invested
I’m still the king and I’m thugged out
Any block any club I flood it out
I aint the one for competition I’ma blow it out
I’m going hard I don’t ever plan on going out
I’m getting money, probably something you don’t know about
I stunt hard, you would swear that I was showin’ out
Don’t tell me get ‘em, I got em and I’mma throw ‘em out
And back door on these hoes that I was warning out
While I’m in this machine, convert the top
Tell them that the sky is the limit
With a four of freaks, she got her face in my lap so deep you would think
That she was hiding in it
[Hook]
[Big Sean]
Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta
Real shit boi, these n-ggas imposters
They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh my God sir, what?
I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeh
Countin’ 7 digits, no wonder why the money calling
Got ya bitch panties Niagra fallin’
Dollars cum like I f-ck in the bank
I told them I could, they tell me I can’t
They want me to trip when I’m d-cking the paint
I’m poppin’ champagne and puffin’ on dank
Shining hard, boy, these n-ggas gotta see me
My d-ck hard, your bitch is easy
(boi, boi, boi)

Cool
Blue Ice,
Things never looked this nice
[Verse 1:]
It's the life we live, it's the price we pay
400 a zip, imperial rose
Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless,
Vow to never break your heart or a promise
I got us
Ain't a show off, just being honest
You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour em
Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars
Other bitches you heard about em
But you're moving forward and never backwards
Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice
Love to role play, you studying to be an actress
What the haps is, I'm a call you later then I'll fall through
Maybe we can all get faded
And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it
Self made G millionaire in the making
Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon
Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement,
Face it
Now you drunk and your heart's racin
[Hook:]
Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle
Girl you look good, you remind me of a model
Ooh yeah, yeah... Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle
Ooh yeah, yeah... Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2:]
The money come in, the money go
The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes
So I keep it G, continually stack this paper
While all them bitches chase me
Won't be a [? ] safety
Bitch can't hold her self down
Then she bound to drizz out
We party in Vegas, Smokin'
Pina Colada papers
Travel the world, people know what our face is
Waitress, bringin em by the cases
For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix
I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang with
Can probably make you leave your man
For first class living, taking pictures in the sand
100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan
So you rollin' if you know like I know
Them niggas don't go where I go
Gangsta
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Mami, I fucks with you borderline stuck with you
I roll up, hit the airport and stunt with you
Count all this bread, maybe split a cut with you
No respect for niggas who smoke blunts with you
All wins, No loss
Big house, mowed lawn
No lease, owned cars
Straight work, I'm my own boss

[Wiz Khalifa]
Oh, oh, ooooh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ooooh
Back better than ever
Ask me what I'm doing, I've been stacking, autographing
Smoking tree with your girlfriend if she let us
Making sure my bags packed for any weather
Tighten up, your team starting to let up
Assembly need to get it together
I remember there was days I wasn't able to change clothes
Now I never wear the same clothes
Same goes for my bad bitch, rich and her accent thick
But her ass aint, she'll carry my last name
Still a step I'll never miss, I'm on this cash chase
Ballin' off the glass change
Jordan, me and my gang running the game
You n-ggas just tryna find what the score is
I can hear that money callin'
Aint in the position you're in, can't ignore it
I'm all in
And they sayin' that we changed
Homie, they don't know as much as they think they know
(as much as they think they know)
And you know I love to stay with you
But I gotta go, baby I hear that paper callin'
(Paper callin', paper callin')
Another day, another plane
Baby girl, I hear that paper calling
(Paper callin', paper callin')
I'm going out the door as soon as that paper call

niggas got it fucked up, prolly thinking it's a game
i'm smiling lot, but i ain't playing with them
i'm up all day i work all night
i roll a weed, i'm on a flight
soon as a land, i'm gonna write, i'm on the grind
40 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros
flying all around the world like i'm a fucking hero
pouring it straight out the bottle that's how we drink clicko
and we all from the same hood, that's why we feel the same thing
one of our pockets hurting, we all gonna feel the same pain
eyes smoking out the car service, police escorting, now the dawg nervous
we the bomb searchers, penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it
old school back seat with a stash in it
big joint og, mixed with has in it
and it's tgod you niggas last minute
your flow last year, the swag last fall
you just the last place, you ain't gonna last at all
you niggas want kush we got ounces
you niggas want cookies we got pounds
you niggas want kush we got ounces
you niggas want cookies we got pounds
you know it's taylor gang or die, haha, word
ah, fresh out the spot where they selling
you gotta pay them the coop
ain't no rules out this motherfucker
who sold you that book
bitch we down when it's cracking
around my way and you know that
can get more than i ever asked
so be afraid of the go back
yeah i'm talk and i'm cool moving
no cameras, respect the shooters
i'm out on this money train,
you don't know about hustle, do you
it's everything in or nothing
bitch you know how i get down
you wasn't mad at me before
so why is you mad at me now?
the alcohol got you talking
you do the same things and the cops
know conversation know where we playing
only for money calls only
that mean i can't deal with them old games that you tryna kick
this ain't shinobi
i told her baby you thirsty, she responded i'm cool
said your wrist it's got water, i told her bitch it's a pool
feel me gang now, but concrete dive in first
but if you owe me money, i need my first
you niggas want kush we got ounces
you niggas want cookies we got pounds
you niggas want kush we got ounces
you niggas want cookies we got pounds
aha, what you got in your bad bra?
the same shit, new bitch with me
box money 50
i'm running through the stop lights, late night
i told baby girl get your cake right
that kush doesn't taste right
we take it to the hand, all you smell is
and cookie smoke in the benz
where my roof go, i stack up quick, while they move slow
white girls in my room, i'm smoking while they do blow
plus life, no crushed ice, my bookie love life
but fuck it, i like to blow cash, i it's nothing
2 first class flights to the function
20 a hundred 20 grand, in the city where them pretty girls dance
and them plans grow, in the warehouse, skinny cash
if you pass me bullshit, i'ma laugh, i'm the man, no lie baby
you niggas want kush we got ounces
you niggas want cookies we got pounds
you niggas want kush we got ounces

I'm a uh
More places than I've ever been
More money that I could ever spend
More hotels than I could ever rent
More bitches than I could ever sleep... with
More faces than I could ever know
More weed than I could ever blow
More fans from grow a every show
And we go...
I'm so high, so high...
Oh oh off the glow, glow...
No one pulling me down, me down...
Smoking, smoking...
Chilling, chilling...
Up at the top of the world, the world...
Oh oh off the glow
No one pulling me down, me down...
Growing, growing...
We're cheating, cheating
Somebody dreaming

All I ever wanted was lights, camera, action
People staring at night cameras flashin
Living the movie now be prepared to see the last scene
All I want is the pretty woman for the casting
Wanna confront him, put your money where your mask is
You a chump talk guns but you scared to blast his
Buy them bottles by the case, we don't gota chase
For the love of money we in a million dollar race
Windows done tinted niggas hate em but I fish bowl
So I can letchyo hoe see me while I'm in it
See I ain't got a deal
But everybody know that I ain't kinda real
I'm hundred dollar bill authentic yeahhh
Hotel room, marijuanas in it chevy watchin the game
Yo bitch she rollin me planes
Passport payin my dividence for the fame
Mind in the gutter you niggas ain't in my lane
[Hook:]
This is not the life I chose but it's the life that chose me
The money got me everywhere that all these hoes be
And they can't talk crazy cause they don't know me
Cause if you know me, I'm out here dreaming
The party hoes the cars and clothes living life is all I know
I found my lane and now I'll change for nothing
There's only one way to gooooo
Now they cop the mixtapes n watch my videosss
Maybe cause I got bars like a seriallllllllll... code
Louie pouch full of pre-rolled
Mouth full of kush, mind on my zero
Hoes always thought I was cute but would speak though
Know they see me they be jockin on my steelo
On a private ride higher than a ski slope
I'm just flyin haters try n cut my wings though whoa
Now they see us n wana be us
I'm partyin n poppin bottles
With models to meet and greet us
Fuck her, follow n retweet us
In the sky so my nigga keep up
[Hook:]
I don't know where this road will go cause my life is crazy but I ain't changin baby
This is not the life I chose but it's the life that chose me
The money got me everywhere that all these hoes be
And they can't talk crazy cause they don't know me
Cause if you know me, I'm out here dreaming
The party hoes the cars and clothes living life is all I know
I found my lane and now I'll change for nothing

Featuring: Too Short
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
It's the champagne pourin'
Big joint rollin'
Bombay sippin'
No blunt smoking
Bad bitch gettin'
Thick and she got some friends with her
I take 'em out pourin' shots of liquor
Drinkin' out the bottle, smiling in all my pictures
The marijuana loud so them hoes follow like twitter
N-gga, you know everything Taylor
Don't rush to the bar fool, if you aint got no paper
That's the rules, high as f-ck, sloppy drunk when I'm passing through
Rollin' doobies up, ya hoe who we pass 'em to
Hit the club spend this money up, roll another one, drink, act a fool
Thats what I have to do
[Chorus]
See after drinking champagne all night
Never worry bout a damn thing, y'all might
Homie I'm on my level (yeh)
I'm on my level (yeah)
I'm on my level (yeh)
I'm on my level (yeaah)
So let me take one shot to the brain
And I order three more shots
I'm going in, ayy
I'm on my level (yeh)
I'm on my level (yeah)
I'm on my level (yeh)
I'm on my level (yeaah)
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
Spent a couple dollars on my engine
motor roaring when I back out the garage
Gin got me drunk as f-ck stumbling out the bar
Plus I'm struggling tryna find the keys to my car
Cause I be going hard, roll the camera
Life just like a movie, I'm the star
Wish you was in my position
You too broke to play the part
Of course I keep some bad women with me in the back
Sippin' Rose with some hash twistin'
All about a dollar, my team in the cash gettin'
Straight out the burb, we drinking we smash n-ggas
So when I say I'm balling, that don't mean that I'm playing mayne
All my diamonds talkin', you can see what they sayin' mayne
[Chorus]
[Too Short]
In the middle of the night, early in the mornin'
From the streets to the sheets with some freaks, I aint yawnin'
I'm wide awake, we aint eatin', we aint sleepin'
These b-tches so high man, we aint even speakin'
We just freakin'
You rollin' with short dog baby
She was high on that pill so I f-cked yo lady
Come to my house I give 'em everything they want
I might not dot it, but I give to ya women
Cocaine, mushrooms, ecstasy, GHB, Marijuana
She can suck it if she wanna
I got tequila, Ciroc and two freaky friends
and this a Wednesday night, this aint the weekend
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Man I'm high as f-ck
Man I swear I'm on my level
Man I'm sloppy drunk
Man I swear Im on my level
I finna pass out
man I swear Im on my level
A n-gga get smashed out
Man I swear I'm on my level
Man I'm high as f-ck
Man I swear I'm on my level
Man I'm sloppy drunk
Man I swear Im on my level
I finna pass out
man I swear Im on my level
A n-gga get smashed out
Man I swear I'm on my level

Look nigga I can roll up some more weed
Or order 22 more bottles of Don P
My presidential Rolex shining, that's on Gs
The clothes that I got on are designers from overseas
I pulled up getting high, told the valet to hold my keys
Hopped out, walk in that motherfucker, bought everything that I seen
Niggas hating, bitches wishing they can get in position for some
Infiltration
Taylor Gang motherfucker, don't deal with no shape shift
Only real motherfuckers come up in my playlist
I keep it way too real to fuck with your fake shit
This the real right here, roll one up and face it
T-G-O-D
Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper
[Ya]
Give a fuck about a hater
[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
T-G-O-D, peep the game from the floor seats
Here for my throne, put them bitches in the nosebleeds
(T-G-O-D), married to the money
Fornicating with the ballers and fuck a prenup like the Kobes
(T-G-O-D), educating hoes
On the what, where, hows of embodying a boss, see
Bitch I school sluts on the what's and the whos
And the guts and the shoes and how the body of a Porsche be
Now it's rock-a-bye bitches
Lights out when I'm rocking my vicious
Ass-to-waist ratio
Giuseppe shipped out in (?), rent on a (?)
(Oo-la-la-la) is the way that we rock when we doing our thing
(Oo-la-la-la) is the first class high that the Taylors bring
My circle, anti-square
Can't compare like a (?)
Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I birth
None of you hoes have earned, none of you hoes have learned
Vicariously living through my shadows
Got them throwing more shade than a clouded out meadow
Living in a land called Lala, no Melo
Maserati sitting on lips all yellow
Smoked out interior like a cigarillo
Now these hoes wanna hang, leave them hanging like hello
(Ha ha ha ha ha) until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the Earth
Forever stay a real bitch and only fear God
When the Devil get to tempting me, I only hear God
And my struggles help build me, so endear eyes
Lauryn we'll forever love you, you'll forever feel hearts
[Hook]
T-G-O-D
Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper
Give a fuck about a hater
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Paper, paper, paper, I'm so fucking Taylor'd
Burning dope, getting ashes on the calculator
Big wads in my pockets, money barely bend
I'm so sincere riding in a (?) Benz
Hit the booty club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't fuck with ratchet hoes, only 10s
[Hook]
T-G-O-D
Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper

Okay.
A lotta girls be uh
Thinkin' my songs are about them.
This one's for you, hahaha.
Yeah it's Young Khalifa, man.
And you know I be up on my blog shit
And I came home one night
And I seen you, yeah.
It was the best I ever had, hahaha.
And this is, this is my song for you,
And you.
We all grown.
I love it, shit.
Okay.
Always had a crush on you
That you ain't even know was there.
Lemme introduce myself,
They call me Young Khalifa man (okay)
Young Khalifa man,
Call me Young Khalifa man.
Next time you home takin' pictures
Call me if you need a hand.
I'll be everything you want
Spend time alone, and be your friend.
Pick you up for lunch and shit,
I'll prolly beat you to the crib.
You gon' have me doin' shit
'Cause solely off them snapshots.
I'll lick you from head to toe,
Go down and eat the snack box.
Came home from the studio.
Seen you with no T-shirt on
And couldn't help but feel like this.
I hope that you don't take it wrong.
Ain't seen you in person,
So I figured I'd just make a song
And anyone who feel the way I feel
Could prolly sing along.
You look good with them jeans on.
Wasn't for this
I'da never knew you had them rings on.
I don't know 'em
But whoever stole your Mac,
When I see 'em
I'ma pat 'em on the back.
'Cause baby, you my er'rything.
You all I ever wanted.
We can do it real big
Bigger than you ever done it.
We can do it real big
Bigger than you ever done it. (okay)
'Cause she hold me down
Everytime I hit her up.
When I get right
I promise that we gon' live it up.
And when my daze gone
I look her picture up.
And I say the same thing every single time
And I think of you undressed
Think of you undressed
Think of you undressed
Think of you undressed
You the best I ever had
Best I ever had
Best I ever had
Best I ever had
When I think of you undressed.
Future sex, love.
I be on that Timberlake shit.
I'll be there to download 'em
Er'rytime you take pics.
And er'rything tatted,
So they call me Young Travis.
And we ain't gotta go to the shop,
We already matchin'.
Paper through the roof,
But baby, money ain't the topic.
I could put it on you
Till you pray I never stop it.
Go through er'ryday
Just tryna get some shit accomplished.
But I can't help but think about them
Pictures of you topless.
Like a nerd with no MacBook
Look how pretty that lil cat look.
I see them nine lives pokin' from the back.
And I'm tryna kick the habit
But you gotta nigga crack hooked, yeah.
Just know my album is a classic.
And out of all the flicks
My favorite picture's when you grab it.
Standin' with no towel on
Wish I was where your hand is.
That ring up in your nipple
Make a nigga think of marriage,
I'm sayin'.
'Cause baby, you my er'rything.
You all I ever wanted.
We can do it real big
Bigger than you ever done it.
Well, shit
Y'all prolly done it real big right about now
But, I got more than money, girl.
'Cause she hold me down
Everytime I hit her up.
When I get right
I promise that we gon' live it up.
And when my daze gone
I look her picture up.
And I say the same thing every single time
And I think of you undressed
Think of you undressed
Think of you undressed
Think of you undressed
You the best I ever had
Best I ever had
Best I ever had
Best I ever had
When I think of you undressed.
Okay.
Like I said
I hope you y'all don't take this in a disrespectful way.
It's how I do,
Young Taylor Gang.
Casey I ain't trippin' on that haircut either, baby.
We can go see Larry together, yeah.
And Rihanna we, we ain't gotta talk about what happened

Last night I let the party get the best of me
Wakin' up in the mornin', two ho's layin' next to me
Plus I heard a officer arrested me
Good weed and cold drinks, that's the muthafuckin' recipe
Nigga and we roll deep, so deep
It's goin' down in this bitch, concrete
We gon' party all night, no sleep
Tell the owner them is all my guys
So tonight everythin' is on me, the drinks is on me
The bitches, the hotel, the weed is all free
Get high, I mean so high, we don't see the whole suite
Then fly to a level where you gon' need your own key
TGOD
No drivin', no sleepin'
Live it up like it's the weekend
When the DJ play the right song
Gon' drink, gon' party all night long
No drivin', no sleepin'
Live it up like it's the weekend
When the DJ play the right song
Gon' drink, gon' party all night long
Leavin' from the club, now she wanna stay with us
Came to spend it all, don't care what I'm payin' for
Used to be too young, now I'm out here buyin' the bar
Every time I look up, it's another red cup
Bunch of niggas in the game but they ain't playin' with us
They just payin' enough
Man, them niggas ain't ballin', they just layin' it up
Sayin' they does
I'm just rollin' hella weed up
While on my way to the club
I had to wait at the club but now I don't
'Cause everythin' is on me
The drinks is on me
The bitches, the hotel, the weed is all free
Get high, I mean so high, we see the whole street
We fly, I mean so fly, we need a whole wing
TGOD
No drivin', no sleepin'
Live it up like it's the weekend
When the DJ play the right song
Gon' drink, gon' party all night long
No drivin', no sleepin'
Live it up like it's the weekend
When the DJ play the right song
Gon' drink, gon' party all night long
Party all day, party all night
Say you wanna party, let's party alright, ah
Party all day, party all night
Say you wanna party, let's party alright, ah
Party all day, party all night
Say you wanna party, let's party alright, ah
Party all day, party all night
Say you wanna party, let's party alright, ah
No drivin', no sleepin'
Live it up like it's the weekend
When the DJ play the right song
Gon' drink, gon' party all night long
No drivin', no sleepin'
Live it up like it's the weekend
When the DJ play the right song
Gon' drink, gon' party all night long
Party all day, party all night
Say you wanna party, let's party alright

Never Ever Lyrics
Yeah buddy i smoke that shit i role a joent light it up light it up
I got a cold and all that shit
You know how hard I work
I really, I really go in, man
This is from the heart, it's from the soul
Hahaha
We still having fun too though man
It's gone be a real good year
You watch
Haha
I'm telling you
[Chorus]
They say the game done changed -- There's just some new players in it
And they don't wanna see my team in if they don't win it
Try to keep me still -- But look where I'm at now
I made it too far to look back down
But I aint never ever gone forget what I been told
And I aint never ever going back to being broke -- Cuz
F-Y-I
I stay on my grind {Grind}
Tryna stop my shine -- That day'll be never, ever
[Verse]
I started out just a fan {Fan} -- Writing like every other kid
Grew up to be the man {Man}
Paying bills at my mother's crib
Everyday I'm hustling
To get us out this situation
Gotta deal with phony shows, groupie hoes and niggas hatin'
Mostly yall embrace the small percentage of my city racist
Instead of doing good
They'd rather see me catching cases {Catching cases}
The fans love me
But I struggle tryna impress the label -- And all this got me feeling like
It's way too much put on the table {Put on the table}
I'm still smoking *outta O (?) {Outta O}
Some speculations cuz I'm hardly ever home {Yeah}
Easy to say 'bout how we supposed to move on
When we going threw depression and our *brother old strong (?) {Rest in peace}
Was told you gotta go threw hell to get the big thing {Thing}
And when you feel it can't get worse -- That's when shit change
Obama's president, The Steelers won the 6th {Okay}
So I aint threw trying -- I feel like I can do anything
[Chorus]
They say the game done changed -- There's just some new players in it
And they don't wanna see my team in if they don't win it
Try to keep me still -- But look where I'm at now
I made it too far to look back down
But I aint never ever gone forget what I been told
And I aint never ever going back to being broke -- Cuz
F-Y-I
I stay on my grind {Grind}
Tryna stop my shine -- That day'll be never, ever
[Bridge]
Sturdy small town {Town}
That we major {Major}
We done made it to the top -- Floor
From the basement
We done made it to the top -- Floor
From the basement
We done made it to the top -- Floor
From the basement
[Verse]
Big city, small town {Town}
That's when you're money's up {Up}
That's when they all 'round {All 'round}
But the minute that you slip
They dip
And it's no one to depend on when the chips fall down {Okay}
Me, I never cut a corner short
I follow protocol {Protocol}
Got my focus on {On}
Took my notes and all
This hard work, gone and pay off {Yeah}
The second that I'm rich -- I take the day off {Day off}
[Chorus]
They say the game done changed -- There's just some new players in it
And they don't wanna see my team in if they don't win it
Try to keep me still -- But look where I'm at now
I made it too far to look back down
But I aint never ever gone forget what I been told
And I aint never ever going back to being broke -- Cuz
F-Y-I
I stay on my grind {Grind}
Tryna stop my shine -- That day'll be never, ever
[Bridge]
If you out there on your grind
Put your hand up in the sky -- Say "We grindin'" {We Grindin'} {Uh huh}
{Ay} If you got it and you tryna get some more
Tell them boys "Yeah, we climbin'" {We climbin'}
To my people
Who know about strugglin'
Tryna get somethin' -- {Yup} Cuz we came up for nothin' {For nothin'}
What you in a rush for?
It's all about timin'
As soon as you're on -- You know the limit's the sky {You know the limit's the sky}
[Chorus]
They say the game done changed -- There's just some new players in it
And they don't wanna see my team in if they don't win it
Try to keep me still -- But look where I'm at now
I made it too far to look back down
But I aint never ever gone forget what I been told
And I aint never ever going back to being broke -- Cuz
F-Y-I
I stay on my grind {Grind}

Hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it's a lot
Really it's not, to me, now grab some weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up, cause all these niggas slow
I prob'ly 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 my best shit
Mo'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 beat on my chest
And niggas talk but don't even beat on them jets
Man they don't even see them checks
But you tell her how I spit it, nigga I'll be dead dough
Take her all the places that she ain't even gone
[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 about
I've never been, this high
[Verse 2: rick ross]
I'm in my grandnanny, smoking on that granddaddy
They got her older, like a motor running fantastic
Never the minor things, finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings, bought me 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, go rollies, it's same game
Racked up, shawty rose 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 that we all living lavish
I pray we all living so lavish

[Verse 1:]
Empty bottles of Clicquot (CLEE-Co) and ashes on the flo'.
Towel under the do', we wasn't suppose to even smoke.
I ain't trippin, never slip or slackin on my pimpin.
Drop the nerd you with, come smoke a joint with he who's winnin.
Ain't like them guys who wine and dine to keep they women.
My bitches only want two things, that's to getd high and kick it.
Try my pot prescription, take a couple shots with lemon.
Usually have to watch a movie to see how I'm livin.
(Yea) So what's the hold up, waiter bring the bottle get them EZ- Widers rolled up.
Self made G', did everything on my own bra'.
In my early twenties with money as wide as Oprah.
[Chorus:]
Crack another bottle get the weed rolled up (weed rolled up),
And if you know I got it everythings on us (everything's on us).
I'm tourin alot cause I'm getting bankroll (bank roll),
If you follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh uh-ohhhh).
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
I'm getting bank roll(bank roll),
If you follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh).
Say she never been (never been).
[Verse 2:]
(Uhh) Crack a window we gon' smoke this indoor.
Saying that chu still high from last night.
You try to pass, trying to be ware of the fast life.
Kick it with the planes and it'll be your last flight.
(Yea) OG hash, let you stumble to class right.
The sex great, no I don't give her no half-pipe.
Housekeepers knockin, we don't let em' in.
Rollin doobies up, room with a jacuzzi tub.
(SAY SHE NEVER BEEN)
In the game, I am a veteran.
After we fuck, roll the doctor prescribed medicine.
Let you hit it once, then you sleepin.
A fly nigga traveling the world, takin yo girl for the weekend.
Peep it.
[Chorus:]
Crack another bottle get the weed rolled up (weed rolled up),
And if you know I got it everythings on us (everything's on us).
I'm tourin alot cause I'm getting bankroll (bank roll),
If you follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh uh-ohh).
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
I'm getting bank roll(bank roll),
If you follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh).
Say she never been (never been).
Louis luggage and all, fuck with the Taylor Gang Spring Summer and Fall... and winter too.
Tahahahahh. Yeaaa bitchhh. Germ on the boards.

I need my mother fucking keys
hold on
bitch you got my keys
gimme those shits
oh now i'm ready
you start my mother fucking car
yeah! spark one up
Big Jerm!
2 x hook:
i'm getting faded while i drive
got your bitch up in my ride
smoke up in the car and its leather all inside
i'm playin old school pimpin
Got your bitch with me that's right homie and we trippin.
67 impala that's with a lot of work
my bitch want her hair to blow so i'ma need a vert
it's never a drought never in need of the work
i see you p**sys from the far in need of a skirt
you know i ride playin old school pimpin
got your bitch with me homie ohh, that's why you're trippin
well let me get my luggage that car is bout your budget
she say i go fuck it start the juice like Nantucket
she doing things for me that she don't do it when you around
prince of the city two bust her down
alaskan sports ya thats cold game
she doing what she doing i don't know her name
but you say that thats your girlfriend and give her tornado
got her cut up in my whirlwind
you know i got the juice no bishop though
red cups sipping slow...hoe!
2 x hook:
i'm getting faded while i drive
got your bitch up in my ride
smoke up in the car and its leather all inside
i'm playin old school pimping
got your bitch with me that's right homie and we trippin.
I be with some hippie niggas trippie niggas
always smoking with these niggas
if you got a zone and numbers to my phone then hit me nigga
flashy nigga leaving rental cars around with ashes nigga
get a joint roll it light it hit it twice then pass it nigga
famous niggas at the party smell some weed and blame us nigga
you'd be what some smoking on and don't know what the name is nigga
i'll be with the gangest niggas pound o'weed and gangest bitches
standing on the couch just drinking out the bottle taking pictures
yeah and my card ain't got no limit and my automor
is sick and hoe got it so i spend it
on the first class flight but i go private in a minute
what you want i probably got it tryin to do i probably did it
and my gang so wit it
you niggas act like bitches
emotional, usually smoke one for you haters
but right now i'm smoking two
2 x hook:
i'm getting faded while i drive
got your bitch up in my ride
smoke up in the car and its leather all inside
i'm playin old school pimpin
got your bitch with me that's right homie and we trippin.

Lifestyles of the rich and famous
Well I'm rich and famous
But if you got money, they know what you're name is
If you don't, you're nameless
[Verse 1: chevy woods]
84, that's 3 in the pot
These niggas jealous, I'm something they're not
It's all good, shit, I expected that
Shit happens? since we lifted off where we left at
What we deserved
Dope you nigga got some nerve
That's drug talk, '88 volvo
Gold?, rest in peace, macho
Shit, where I'm from, even kids know the call
With some ice, just to cool it off
I was working up on that corner like I had a job
Up in the corner serving, I ain't have a prob
I'm still feel like I'm sleeping
With all of this happening, am I dreaming?
But, shit, I'm high and I'm wide awake
And I what I want I can afford, ain't that at stake
[Hook]
[Verse 2: wiz khalifa]
Talking raw papers and long leathers
Making my drawers feel like? textures
Bring more stretchers
Amazed?
With my team, we at the car dealer
Smoking big green, I'm talking godzilla
You're talking money, then you sound familiar
The suite wasn't big enough so me, I bought the villa
? I got the I'll one
The tree wasn't enough, good thing I brought some killa
Bitch I'm a king, and all my team is loyal niggas
My wife's a queen with diamond rings and fortune chillins
And I was raised with niggas? inentions
Lot of young niggas getting made, but I'm the realest
Give a fuck about if a nigga hatin'

Yeah
Tu-turn me up a little bit in the headphones
Just a lil bit so I can hear myself
Yeah... Okay
It's Wiz Khalifa man
Mr spacely
Teach you niggas how to fly the fuck out you know
I told em it's gone be a big year
It's a lot of shit on my plate
This what you want
Okay or okaay haha
Yeah
Taylor gang or fuckin kill yourself man
That's how we get down
Uh ya
So far so good
Cuz I been doing things that you wish yall could
Hoppin outta planes
The kush numbs problems in my brain
And rosee bottles for the pain
The lines that I ink make rappers get kinda nervous
People telling me to sink when I'm trying to surface
Groupies all up in my face like they got a purpose
Cuz we aint gotta pour drink bring bottle service
Orange juice and some more flutes
Let a friend sky dive man I need more shoots
I'm live wire you a cord loose
No charge I go so hard
Hookin up a table on a promo tour
Say I live a dream but I'm just on my job
And can't quit cuz the first class flights get addictive
Try and get a ticket
Say I'm on my way but I don't know where I'm going
Been gone so many days don't know my way back home
Now I'm starin out this window
And I see my life in aerial so
I might as well write my name on a cloud
Aint comfortable but got my feet up
It's hard to hear you when you thirty thousand feet up
Claims since I got my cheese up
I been walking round chest out like some D cups
Ole g puff say you got it locked and we found out it's the key stuck
Used to fuckin with that cheap stuff
I show you rosee bottles of that cleeko
Than we drink till we fall
And when you wake up and realize what you did
It'll be me that you call
But I'll be on a plane
And even though we had fun
Shit I don't know your name
Say I'm on my way but I don't know where I'm going
Been gone so many days don't know my way back home
Now I'm starin at this window
And I see my life in aerial so

[Chorus:]
I'm doin' my thing you should be doin' you
Gettin' my change
You should be doin' you
Bitch I'm doin' me you should be doin' you
Why you hatin' on me dog I'm just doin' what it do
There's money to be made so I'm stackin' to the sky
Smokas all day boy you know I stay high
Bitch I'm doin' me you should be doin' you
Why you hatin' on me I'm just doin' what it do
You know me as the prince
Young but livin' large
A couple different broads
The youngest in charge
Live is just a game
I'm weighin' out the odds
They say it ain't the hand deal but how you play your cards
And me I'm goin' hard
You cats are livin' lies
Money to be made so I'm stackin' to the sky
Rap and gettin' high
Employed by the O
You niggas pay the high
I got it on the low
Hit the gas flowin dro
Bitch I'm from the burgh
Raised in the hood
Now my crib is in the burbs
The haters talkin' down they gonna get what they deserve
It's over for you clowns
So as my niggas get the word
I made it this far
By stayin' in my lane
Since I was thirteen I've been the player in the game
And now I'm gettin' change
High and gettin' loose
Bitch I'm doin' me you should be doin' you
[Chorus]
I'm into fast car
Speakers in the trunk
Eye out for polices cause I'm keefin' on this blunt
Give the people what they want
That's why we gettin' cake
Catch me in the lab Benji got my money straight
And niggas gonna hate
Khalifa gonna ball
Shipped from over seas you won't see it at the mall
Bitch I'm so fly only see em' if I fall
Hater in my way I ain't see them at all
The key is with the boss
Been certified coke
You make a nigga liar
A certified joke
And the word is ya'll broke
So they ain't in my lead
I'm one amazin' teams
The major and seem and see
My face on magazines
My team we get it done
Make it look easy like we do this shit for fun
But we do this shit for fun
The green back loose
Why you worried about me
You should be doin' you

Chorus -
When the song come on I'm spending money, spending money(6x)
Play something I can spend some money to, money to(6x)
When the song come on I'm spending money, spending money(6x)
Play something I can spend some money to, money to(6x)
Verse 1 - Wiz
Highly faded but I'm highly paid
So 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 thousand state a night
Another 10 on champagne, my money long I pay the price
Tired of niggas saying they get 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, other table full of money
Pockets full of joints I roll
Dropping ashes on my clothes
Balling super hard, smoking till I over dose
Hardly ever sober bitch, we party till it's over
Chorus -
When the song come on I'm spending money, spending money(6x)
Play something I can spend some money to, money to(6x)
When the song come on I'm spending money, spending money(6x)
Play something I can spend some money to, money to(6x)
Verse 2 - Wiz
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 young
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 put that shit on my tab
Gotta joint full of that OG, Got a clique full of them og's
Verse 3 - Juicy J
Trippy nigga hit the club, you know I be fucked up
Chasing at 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 leaving, we gonna buy the whole club
Hook - Wiz
Now my dollars to the ceiling and my card it got no limit
Chorus -
When the song come on I'm spending money, spending money(6x)
Play something I can spend some money to, money to(6x)
When the song come on I'm spending money, spending money(6x)

Ain't holding on to nothing, I've been trained to...
Take your favorite place, I get the plan, we gone
Roll up the marijuana right where my job is
Getting all this money got me living lawless
Popping hella bottles don't care what it costs
Started small time, now my diamond flawless
Fuck you talking bout bitch my new watch just changed the game
Rich and all my niggas ball and call me major pain
I just spent some racks on all this fabric
And my style it say she got it
Swear to god is just like magic, cause the store it didn't have it
My flow is supersonic, bitch I'm floating off that chronic
Champagne, I got lot of it, if it's new then I'm rocking it
Climbing all my money, standing on top of it
New chainz I got 2 of those, lot of haters we through with those
Get money and get more x 2
I... to smoking some og, used to burn about an ozzie
Sold weed that was '03
Now a nigga need 4 keyz, bare arms, no sleeves
My cappy short, no jeans
Shawn... motherfuck that codeine
I'm east side, so what, bitch niggas got no nuts
... we grown ups,... chrome tucked
And a bad bitch that I won't fuck
And if her head good, she might get her toes up
High socks I'm low cut, fat spliff I don't roll blunts
You shine while I glow chump...
Not a day that I'm sober, on the block and I'm posted
... we toastin'
Champagne, I got lot of it, if it's new then I'm rocking it
Climbing all my money, standing on top of it
New chainz I got 2 of those, lot of haters we through with those

Aye now I culd say my name but (say my name but)
Your bitch already knows it (knows it)
Got no problem spending paper (paper)
I got it so I blow it (I blow it)
Shawty what's your name put your number n my sidekick,
Caught the nut in spaceship your fuckin with a pilot,
Say she wanna ride well I can give her mile-age,
Plus I live the star life won't u come an try it,
Say I'm wrong I can do that pussy right,
And wen another time zone I can b there by tonite,
Beat it I can like cuple bottles of patron,
Do sum thing tonite no problem cus we grown,
So I'm a pass go, an if u feel the way I feel then let's quit talkin bout it shawty let's go,
Do u like it fast slow, say she gotta need for speed if I can drive then I'm a needa a crash course oh,
So I threw it on her shawty threw it back at her freaky shit
U do it to me I'm a do it back an them statches gon ruin the tattos that's on my back,
So I don't know what with it but u know how to act, looks like I'm here with you al night long,
An I wanna see it so I beat her with the lights on, I ain't no tease I wanna b your main attraction,
Roll camara please I think it's time for sum action, sum action, it's not like I been with u all night long,
And I wanna see it so I beat her with the lights on, I ain't no tease I wanna b your main attraction,
Roll camara please I think it's time for sum action, sum action whoa
Then we can play it right back, I hope your kitty cat mean so I can bite back,
Take off them jeans drink this night cap say men r from mars,
You can b my venus fly track, damn your grip tight, let me put it on u slow
An let me speed up at the light, girl your body look to right to even try to put a price on,
So I jus leave the lights on, I have u tryin differnt, kinds of shit when, u make it up n my room,
I told u girl that I'm a hit it, n hi definition, keep here lines her head but in the bed we get unscripted,
Aye... beat while they home I don't take em out to dinna, I need shawty on my camara aye,
Looks like we been here all night long, an I wanna see her so I beat her with the lights on,
And I ain't no tease I wanna b your main attraction, roll camara please I think it's time for sum acion, sum action
Looks like we been here all night long, an I wanna see her so I beat her with the lights on,
And I ain't no tease I wanna b your main attraction, roll camara please I think it's time for sum acion, sum action

I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what need boy ya want it
That nigga price high, mine cheap so they love it
Do it big shake them off and these haters wish I wasn't
All about my chavo my guap keep keep it commin
Who you foolin boy I does it your girl said she loves it
Pocket full of guap and that moola keep it commin
Heavy hustle, rostrum records on it big man it's nothin
Cigarillo full o dat rain man I call her fresh puffin
It's it's it's smellin super bad, call me MC puffin
Spit that thing in oven turn it up and make muffins
Money commin up that moola and the green
Money commin in I chop it up between my team
I'm a star in the air, doin big things
Why you think your lady stare I'm stuntin like a stunna do
Fresh when I want to, do my shit in front of you
Money everywhere look dumbie right in front of you
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
Yeahhhh... I'm fresh up of the plane I hit the town straight from tourin
I don't run up and down the court but u can say I'm ballin
The moneys not a problem so you know they goin hate
When they see them yellow diamonds you should see them hoes face
I'm a need a whole case hit the club and pop them bottles
In it with my thugs spendin dubs like no tomorrow
I make a lot of chavo and meet a lot of bust downs
Saw me in the club once shawty got a crush now
Don't got the time got a line of sexy women
Wanna fuck the team cause they seen how we be spendin
Rock expensive linen ya that baggy shit is finished
When you gettin money, everything is fitted
Listen this is nothin close to most of you nigga's weirdo's
My swagga on one followed by a zero zero
I got up in her ear hole she hopped up in my seats
Told her ride with a g if you like what you see
Cause I...
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what cha need, a blunt for ya trees
A lot o pipe for all that you got stuffed in them jeans
My ride got screens, I'm high got leans
But I don't sip purple I smoke a lot of green
300 dolla jeans, tight white tee
I look at you and tell you to get right like me
And check your main broad because she might like me
Waitin for the right timin and tonight might be
Annhaa
She say she want a nigga with that moola and that guap
They see me I don't have to say shit to em bro they flop
And as for all them hatin niggas, oh I got em hot
They recognize that I'm on number two and ain't gon stop (two)
I rep my city (city), floodin my p (p)
Them airy yellow diamonds lookin like my chain peed (wow)
A pocket fulla dollas my nigga I gang green (yup)
So if your bout your money boy I'm bout the same thing (yea)
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
Got moola and the guap

I met you through your best friend
I was on the roll and you said
I sing all your favorite songs
My room was in the west inn
Drive was even close
Be there soon as I drop the t-shirt off
I'll be waiting
This one night special for you
I'm a make it worth it baby
I'm a do somethin extra for you, for you
And you don't even gotta do it back
That's a gift
A present
You made this trip excellent
The best it could have ever went
Wrestling, lettin all your worries go
Feelin like you'll never stress again
Hopefully they're can be a us again, us again, us again,
But if not then fuck it then
Nah I'm playin, your my die and wish bucket list
Thinking about you everytime I'm with my other chick
This o.t? fling
My outta town girl
We don't need bros?

[Wale]Black and Yellow bottles at my table, I'm ballin'
Black and yellow ladies at my section, I called 'em
balck and yellow, balck and yellow SS
Black and yellow everything n-gga, Mike Tomlin
look at my carnage, bitches be astonished
up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits
this just aint no song sh-t, do this for my city Joe
bout to get my city on, had to let me city go
shout outs to my Philly hoes, told her drop that eagle o
called that b-tch my quaterback, wild cat all that
give it to these broads, i make em soar back and all that
you don't sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap
me I never call em back, she said that y'all go together
she just let me beat in you, an acapello kind fella, black and yellow
yeah aint that what the song say
what you calla lifetime, I just call a long day
[Wiz Khalifa]Ah ha, you know what it is...
[Wale]It's no days off, you aint doing sh-t
shout outs to them Taylors and them Jets fool
it feel like Woodstock in a n-gga dressing room
looking at my opposition like bust and move
from where they take them old beats and turn em into news
you can end this verse premature
but I got sceptics and some fans that just be needing more
Louie D don't see the score, going in and leave it gone
flyer than teh rest of 'em, Ima (?) to reinforce
I dont be in wars, so i dont need a fort
i just be in the cut, my n-gga Neosporin
some n-ggas slept on me but I dont see the snoring
some n-ggas sayin' bullsh-t but they don't be important
they don't want, my attention, I'm cool cousin
a lil liquor a lil rose for my lil young'n
a n-gga suffer, aint eating nothing they still bluffin
while I go hard and spit retarded like them little busta's
I'm still buzzin', chick is something like n-gga f-ck it
y'all little n-ggas like lil bustas with lil budgets
you lil n-ggas is silly you think my n-ggas budging
I think you n-ggas funny, I leave you n-ggas bludgeoned
hold up...ok
Black and yellow j-force, always wear a rubber so they
never ever late for it
than we celebrate when they on it
she can nip it in the bud and leave that b-tches face warm, yuughck!
in my best Pusha imitation
b-tch I be ballin' on the low like the chim is baking
and I'ma need some more Patron I don't want no chaser
I'm throwing hundreds at KOD, a little paper
and you're girl working out, I let my n-ggas train her
you Tim Tebow ass n-ggas probably still gater
I chump chump p-ssy if it smell good to me
and I don't do nothing to her but she do it to me
I'm trifling, damn right ignorant
Mic magnificant, you're all simpletons
its a (?), bitches blind dating (?)
baby I aint liping, I just tend to keep my city there
on my back boy, holla back boy
half a mill rap touring, Jarrett Jack boy
Black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow
(repeated)

[Chorus]
Theres nothing like my insulated walls around you
It’s so wrong?
Don’t you want to celebrate it
You can find me, somewhere in the middle of you
Somewhere in the middle of you
When I’m looking for the truth
I find it in the middle of you
[Wiz Khalifa]
You know I keep that weed lit
Met her once, you let me hit
You asking for the remix, calling me cause this aint what you want
She say, she need this, G-shit
Rolling Papers, told the neighbours
I be tryna keep you quiet, once we grown we sure to wake ‘em
Roll this weed, before you leave, be sure to bake one
Got a man, but when he gone the boy replace him
Smokin’ OG kush, thats Californication
On the phone you fusssin’, while we fornicating
[Chorus]
Well, I’ma let you roll one
Let you light it nice
Car, let you drive it
Let you have the time of your life
Go on get excited
Got all your friends invited
My jewelry the brightest
Loud weed, I’m smoking Leonidas
On my team, only cause we the tightest
Shopping spree’s, shit I should be your stylist
Them n-ggas try to be with you
When you with me I pound it
Get you so high you gon’ need a pilot
[Chorus]
You roll one, I roll one too
You find me
Me in the middle of you
You roll one, I’ll roll one too
No where I’d rather be
Then the middle of you
[Chevy Woods]
Bottle after bottle,
Got you ready for the World to see it
All 3am in the morning, I’m the one you call
Got the car keys, pedal to the floor, I’m on the way flow
I aint on no kid shit but I stay with some play dough
Keep it Taylored, everyday she noticed that
Roll it up, light with my homies, sit and hold it in
Thats the fact you chillin’ too much
You need excitement
Now you sky high on some first flight shit
[Chorus]
Theres nothing like my insulated walls around you
It’s so wrong?
Don’t you want to celebrate it
You can find me, somewhere in the middle of you
Somewhere in the middle of you
When I’m looking for the truth

[Verse 1]
Wake up to the cleaning lady knocking 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 to bottle
I promise all my weed's exotic?, all my tree is?, 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]
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 smoking sour d
Detroit bubble kush, atl is og
Ask my nigga burner, err'body know me
Out in amsterdam, wiz is smoking overseas
I'm gon' hit this blunt for anyone who smoke trees

Its Sean Khalifa man
Paper Plane Gang
Alba one young
Aye, shout out to my brother Spitter, man
I just wanted to say that
And , your bitch could see this shit from across the
street nigga
Its pimpin over here
Macaroni
Ta-Ha!
Kush & Orange Juice nigga
What up Chevy
Jerm I see you
Cardo on the beat
I don't love em
I don't chase em I duck em
Smoke somethin
Go to winter states
Soon as I fuck em
Niggas be pressed for pussy
It aint nothing
Instead of worrying bout who that bitch fucking
Why don't you get you some money
9 times outta 10 she see me stunting
Game runnin
Wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she
comin
I keep it a hunned
Get love from the hoes
But its money over bitches nothing above it
Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up
bitches holdin they weave rollin trees
With they pretty feets up
Them suckas often imitate but they can't be us
So super how look in the sky when you wan see me bruh
Cut my speakers up
Drowning out what the critics say
Just, continue to smoke and remain G as fuck
Polo socks match my Polo hat
She leave once its a known fact
That she aint comin back
Now Taylor Gang that
And aint shit change but the amount of horses in my
motor when I switch lanes
And I be the blinder with the diamonds in my big chains
Heavy in the game lil homie im doin big thangs
And them bitches they mesmerized they recognize I keep
it so G (I keep it so G, I keep it so G)
Get you some money fucking with me
Yea yea yea yea uh
I don't love em
I don't chase em
I duck em
Try to get paper outta fuck and don't know shit about
I'll take you up where its cloudy
And when them lames still rocking Prada I'll go to
Louis and blow a couple thousands
One of my baddest bitches
Rollin up while I'm drivin
And she don't even smoke
Just hit it once while she light it
My game tight
Sail a sonnet
Them niggas just playin aint really balling
Sayin they being honest
Claiming that's yo wife but we can't call it
She all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning
Taking her clothes off
Inhaling weed and coughing
Aint her first time chiefin but say she don't do this
often
Since I was 16, I had all the intentions to keep it G
Take niggas hoes and smoke hella tree's wit em
as for your team
You niggas in the stand you just lookin
And imma pro to these rookies
And the plan is still paper over pussy
And aint shit change but the amount of horses in my
motor when I switch lanes
And I be the blinder with the diamonds in my big chains
Heavy in the game lil homie im doin big thangs
And them bitches they mesmerized they recognize I keep
it so G (I keep it so G, I keep it so G)
Get you some money fucking with me
Yea yea yea yea uh
Yea nigga
This shit just don't sound cool
This what we go to sleep to
Wake up to
Kush and Orange Juice nigga
Got yo bitch cookin them cheese eggs too
Got paper in my pockets
Taylor Gang wassup
I see yall niggas man
Fucked over this year its a rap
Ha ha ha haa yea

Yeeahh
Hahahah It's Young Khalifa man
Taylor Gang
Yehh... Proud to say every body smokin joints right now
It's a Blunt free environment
I'm in Canada too, fuckin great everything's great
Uhh, Wiz ell man the fans, the critics know me
Feet sunk in the sand blowing an O Z
Yeaahh leave your bitch with a real nigga
Round her, I met her it's going down like a slow leak
The more cake the more hate's that's on me
I just fuck more bitches and roll more weed
And umm I'm the man to these hoe's,
Promoters paying me grands for my shows Mosley Rose
Fast cars and buying out the bars
Champaign, planes and rock stars
Shawty says she's' half-baked n ready to skate to outer space so I take her to Mars.
We can party I'm a put some Jordan shorts on
Roll joints and play some old school songs.
Amazed on how it's so easily roll hate niggas wanna police their hoes.
We came to party, We grown
Smoke all this weed and get blown
And meet new people she wanna be free so leave those hand cuff's at home.
And if she's decide if she's leaving with me
Then let your bitch choose
No need to hate the player just hate the game

(Chorus)
Opportunity in my face so I can't sit back and not take advantage of it
Man I can hardly wait got a date with miss success and I can't stand her up no they don't understand us cuz, they say we too material (material) but money make the world go (round and round x3) yeahh, they say we too material (material) but money make the world go (round and round x3) yeahh
Wait they dying to get the diamonds off my plate, the more I give the more they tryin to take, like I be serving you this evening got the nerve to wonder how I eat cuz while you sleep-in ima wake, aw man what is yull saying, money long yull's in like an on ramp, young boss man I be with a lot of goons, that know how to aim but dat chopper stay on auto-tune, I paint a perfect picture for it, so you gon need your high definition cord, they say I made it cause there ain't a thing I cant afford and car service get me to my plane before it begins to board, aye they think they hell im on a highway, cause I treat everyday like it's a Friday, my situation straight you looking sideways, on my grizzly cause my crime pays
(Chorus)
Opportunity in my face so I can't sit back and not take advantage of it
Man I can hardly wait got a date with miss success and I can't stand her up no they don't understand us cuz, they say we too material (material) but money make the world go (round and round x3) yeahh, they say we too material (material) but money make the world go (round and round x3) yeahh
Three cell phones no home number, the shit that I be will take you out your zone comfort, quiet when im home but mention me when im gone, schedule getting full I had to I had to sync it with my iphone, and I cant get out of plane mode, cause every time I turn around I wake up in a different time zone (different time zone), not concerned with all the fame but want the world to know my name when im gone, so just give me the light, quiet on the set show me where the cameras at (where the cameras at), im telling you im ready (telling you im ready), no im telling you im ready (im telling you im readyy)
(Chorus)
Opportunity in my face so I can't sit back and not take advantage of it

call master flex
call master call master
call master flex
call master call master
like me be smoking while i am driving
in the .. we botch just stay living
watching the time go by climbing
told you i did enough ash to make amount in
and you can survive it doubting
.. the grass going up where the cloud is
some say they get so high that i ain't fucking with them
i say if i won't get the .. i ain't fucking with them
doing nothing with them rolling up a puff with them
going on a roll doing shows or getting .. with them
i can smoke in my .,.. mice face your extra curriculum fly straight
some .. for nothing but i just tell them to do what they do
so many swing down the .. homie you can too you can too
just give me weed in my joint and i don't need i am straight homie i am straight
the same way i came in the game we are going the same way
all i need is mary mary mary i don't need no other drug
all i need is mary mary mary i don't need no other drug
all i need is mary mary mary i don't need no other drug
all i need is mary mary mary i don't need no other drug
all i need is mary mary mary i don't need no other drug
you might be smoking while i am raping my homies smoke
i smoke so we botch just make it happen they would be smoking they would be active
put your .. unless you are smoking with the captain eyes chocked up in ma cabin
that is .. it was rolled up in the napkin
so we stay alert .. smoke papers never smoke in that .. names and flavors
i remember putting weed in my videos this thought i was insane
now let me on a video i see they drag the same thing cause there is .. cool
you need the same .. now it just ain't you
there is a problem who cant't lose
homie i got something you can't do
so suck is hate
some .. for nothing but i just tell them to do what they do
so many swing down the .. homie you can too you can too
just give me weed in my joint and i don't need i am straight homie i am straight
the same way i came in the game we are going the same way
all i need is mary mary mary i don't need no other drug
all i need is mary mary mary i don't need no other drug
all i need is mary mary mary i don't need no other drug
all i need is mary mary mary i don't need no other drug

I make it hot
What the -
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)
Never not enough for you
Yeah I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)
Never not enough for you
You saw you at the bar
With a couple of your friends
Thinking you can bring them all
Soon as I hit the door
To hit the floor
I'm on some star shit
Before I know I got a bad - up in my car
I pull out my cigar hit the gas
And I'm gone
She know what it is
So ain't no need to ask where we goin'(goin')
A glass of patrone
Out the slider got you ready
I'm feelin' make it hot(hot)
So you don't forget
I tell her (what you tell her)
I can make you famous(yeahh)
I can make you famous(yeahh)
You the smarts I'm the [? ]
I can make you major
Wanna know if I can get you home
Hopw we don't wake the neighbours
She lick her lollipop
And I'm her favorite flavor (yeaahh)
Yeah I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)
Never not enough for you
You see I'm different for what you were custom to
Flashing lights
When I pull up
I'll have you telling
All your little friends about the cars
About the cribs
And how a young n- do ya
You a bad [? ]
And you ain't like them same girls
Or my only one
But I'll make you my main girl
When n- call your phone
You like click (click) click
We posing for them cameras like flick (flick) flick
What can I say but
My life is like a movie (yeahh)
My life is like a movie (yeahh)
And I can have you when I star roll
Just like you should be (like you should be)
I do these things magazines, boogie scenes
And you a pop bottle top model beauty queen(yeahh)yeah I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)
Never not enough for youyeah I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)
Never not enough for you
Girl you know my name
Young khalifa game
Shawtys be at my spot
Money I make a lot (a lot)
Yea I do my thing
Yea I'm underage
Where I'm underpaid
See the diamonds in my chain(yea)
Time is money why waste it
Cause your girl so thirsty ma can tase it
Say I'm fly she wanna hop inside my spaceship
Ask her if she tired of that fake shit
She like
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeahyeah I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)

Victory I envision, so my mission is to win.
One look at my arm she like wizzle where your skin?
Hating niggas talk, hear they whispers in the wind, but I don't wanna do them harm so I kill them with my pen.
Niggas say I'm toro, money don't bend.
Root of all evil, guess my bank is full of sin.
Couldn't be a suit and tie, tired of barely paying rent. Told 'em fucker I'm doing numbers so take it on the chin.
The top is a [?], so it's hard to see what I'm eatin'.
Going on retreats and rolling sweets while I'm tweetin'.
Paradise for a weekend then I'm back in the trap. Never dealt with any drugs still the tats on my back.
Money on my mind, everything's strapped. You getting and playing, I'll teach a class how to act.
Somebody tell youtube I prolly need a plaque, couple hundred thousand views and not the dot on my mac.
09's mine, 08 was great. they honor kanye, and paid lil wayne. gucci did it big, but came home and got it straight, and every nigga in the biz did a song with t-pain.
No front page, but for those who did... I send them my best wishes the industry's a bitch.

[Intro:]
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Yeah... Yeah... It's Young Kha... (Khalifa!)
Man... Man... Man... It's Young Khalifa Man!
Man... Man... Man... TAYLOR GANG OR DIE!
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
[Verse:]
She don't know me, but I know her
I met plenty of her type before
Love a nigga with a fancy car
Live your life like a movie star
Got a thing for expensive clothing
Fuck with it if it's frozen
You got it all
And worry 'bout a thing, no not at all
The music was on, had that sour smoke in the air
Her nigga was jockin, I told her 'come over here'
To my section, he make sure the runway is clear
Then we take off, leave the extra baggage girl so we can float on
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
[Verse:]
I'm vibing, you vibing
I roll while you driving
You tired of them lames,
Saying your recline never change
Now you out flying with the planes
[singing: Wiz Khalifa]
So what if they're watching us?
I hope that they're watching us
They could see what I see
Girl what you do to me
Now don't try to talk to us
But No there's no stopping us
It's hard to unlock you?
The ho's that you got, on... on... on me
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control

[Chorus:]
Let Em Know
I was made for this
And gotta let the people know (where You from?)
Pittsburgh wiz khalifa bouta bring it home
Is he shakin fools (Yes!)
Is He makin Moves (Yes!)
Whatchu Gonna Do (what)
It's That 4 1 2
Let Em Know
I was made for this
And gotta let the people know (where You from?)
Pittsburgh wiz khalifa bouta bring it home
Is he shakin fools (Yes!)
Is He makin Moves (Yes!)
Whatchu Gonna Do (what)
It's That 4 1 2
[Verse 1:]
It's wiz khalifa and I gotta let the people
How a nigga feel grindin for the bigger doe
Put the city on my back
Princin that's official Yo
Had to let these niggas know
Youngin with a sicker flow
(Whoa) and you knew the name
You can call me who to blame
Forward I do to the game
Fuck it I just do my thing
And I been focused on this rapper
Since the mover came
I make that money come back
Just like a boomerang
You dudes are losers (chings)
Blowers puts a loser change
A black guy such as myself
Come and scoop yo game
The game is up for grabs
And I'm a be the next to winner
Youngin I'm a boss man
All you dudes are
Just beginners
And no soul when the flow is cold
I spit december
You fools closed with no souls
You such pretenders
I come through ya
The young dudes to tough ya tenda
Rostrum records spit a 4 1 2 representer
[Chorus:]
Let Em Know
I was made for this
And gotta let the people know (where You from?)
Pittsburgh wiz khalifa bouta bring it home
Is he shakin fools (Yes!)
Is He makin Moves (Yes!)
Whatchu Gonna Do (what)
It's That 4 1 2
Let Em Know
I was made for this
And gotta let the people know (where You from?)
Pittsburgh wiz khalifa bouta bring it home
Is he shakin fools (Yes!)
Is He makin Moves (Yes!)
Whatchu Gonna Do (what)
It's That 4 1 2
[Verse 2:]
I was made for this
Hustled on the paid for this
Now the youngin next
Recieving checks and gettin paid for this
And where I'm from
A lotta niggas on some slavah shit
You know the chains and whips
They get the game and flip
And some niggas get the change and dip
Others get trapped up in the game
And their brain gets split
Even nat whore get knocked
And they man turn bitch
Take the stand and the man turn snitch
This is the land where you gotta keep the grass low
Fuckin snakes love to hate
Never let em stop the doe
Gotta learn to love to hate
Make the moves
I've been on the grind since the early teens
Spittin crack and servin feens
Nuttin but raw 16
And it's too late to start some shit up in here
What you crazy the whole steel city's in here
I got the streets on smash and the with me in here
You whacked up watch how quickly you pear! (what)
[Chorus:]
Let Em Know
I was made for this
And gotta let the people know (where You from?)
Pittsburgh wiz khalifa bouta bring it home
Is he shakin fools (Yes!)
Is He makin Moves (Yes!)
Whatchu Gonna Do (what)
It's That 4 1 2
Let Em Know
I was made for this
And gotta let the people know (where You from?)
Pittsburgh wiz khalifa bouta bring it home
Is he shakin fools (Yes!)
Is He makin Moves (Yes!)
Whatchu Gonna Do (what)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Um, it's hardly a secret
You ain't gon stop tryna get where you going until you reach it
Always had them bars back in the day
When the same ones running up on you wasn't speaking
Look at all your achievements
You work hard so it'd be kinda hard not to believe that
You party every weekend (weekend)
Fuck em all who act like they ain't see it then
All them nights on the plane
Buses nigga too, had to charge it to the game
Always wanted stardom n the fame
Learn to out smart em
And now it ain't no stopping the champagne from poppin'
The draws from droppin'
Us seeing muscle cars and coppin' em
Started off just a little less popular
[Chorus:]
Now you got a new place
You drive a new car
You smile for cameras than life like a superstar
Don't care what they say
You reach for the stars
Got everything you always dreamed or thought about
And everyone knows who you are
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Never gets boring
And haters in your face you just ignore 'em
Don't know what they talking shit for
Seems niggas get there's you just tryna get yours
Therefore, you left all the people you care for
Hopped on a plane and got airborn
Seen all the bullshit and fell for it
But it's all good now
Cause the same ones that talk shit telling everyone you made it
Then you start seein' hoes you dated
Then thoughts started getting jaded
Now your life's sort of different ain't it
[?] scars what your paint is
But was it all worth, it's just painless
Say you wanna be famous
[Chorus:]
Now you got a new place
You drive a new car
You stop all the cameras than life like a superstar
Don't care what they say
You reach for the stars
Got everything you always dreamed or thought about
And everyone knows who you are
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
Who you are
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are
Who you are
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Always knew I was this good
But never knew I'd be this good
Them niggas just startin' I've been doing it
Hear em talk but they ain't living my life
In the dark tryna get in my life
But chances I don't 'em, dodge twice
Spendin' grands for hoes, this is the high life
And for the camera's posing this the high life
Bottles raising for my niggas not here
I pour out a couple sips
Blew em on the beach, I smoke for you on my trips
Them days I was younger I knew this life was the shit
But never like this
It's so amazing, we ain't gotta duck shots
We just pour and chase 'em
Ain't worry bout it, cause they gon hate
Know where I'm going, look where I came from.

Pop champagne, roll some weed up
We in a slow game, I brung the speed up
High octane, hella inked up
Bird or plane, u prolly seen us
Made a lil change, but it's all good
Neva throw it in your face I'm from a small Hooood
Best dressed lyk a star should, beat on so I could hardly see ya'll
We Are, Some Taylor Gang fukkin bosses
And I live everyday not caring wat it costest
Pop more bands, Cop more cloths,
Drive fast cars, Fuck bad hoes
I fly in circles u non workers in dirt last
Readin tweets & fallin asleep in first class
Might of heard my song but alot of ya'll ain't kno the kid
So I took over the net lyk Hova did
And set my goals where the solar is
Now my swag on polar bear
And you here so pretend ya man don't even exist
And get your lips wet lyk a lisp
I'm just lyk a pimp, some dislike from them
But I'm a big fish, u just Tiger Shrimp
Flirted with fame but at night I dream of success
If u sleepin on me then u gettin good rest
Cause wen niggas ask who hot if it ain't Drizzy then they talkin bout me
Okaaaay

Money bitch, Money bitch, Money bitch
[Chorus:]
Boy I got money, money, money
I got mo money
Ever run out of guap, I get more money
Don't gotta think, I just know money
Kleenex paper, all I blow is money
I got money, money, money
I got mo money
Another couple grand, are fo sho money
Gettin rubba band on the low money
Niggas hate but all the hoes wanna fuck me
I got money
I got mo money
Blow it by the O money
Mix tapes, over a hundred thousand sold money
Young, but I been getting cake so I got old money
You niggas trickin on your bitch, so that's your hoes money
And I ain't playin picturin niggas sayin he stole from me (picture that)
I got put it on your head, and get your gon money
Marathon long money
You niggas weak, I got Barry Bonds strong money
Top 8 tall money
Beyonce song, um Ring the Alarm money
I spend so much on ink, even my arms money
I talk money, to broke niggas, I talk funny
No breaks so the haters can't stop money
Now that's a lot of money, too much to think to count
That check card money, my bars is bank accounts
A month I make about, hmmmm¦.shit, I won't even say, just know I'm getting paid.
[Chorus]
Money in my shoe box, that's my pot of spinach
Tall money, small money, like a fuckin mission (ok)
I got mo' money (yea), show money (yea)
Money by my tube socks call it dro money
Dro money, kush cash (what's that?)
O money so I blow it out a big bag
Mall paper, 10 bags
Get it roller coaster fast (what's that?) 6 flags
How that money come? Like a track meet
Alley money boy, get in on a backstreet
Time to re-up, my blood call, said he online cop before he log off
I get straight cash, that's bank shit
Dumb monkey money, I call it ape shit
Space shit, alien green
Get it when it's hot, West Coast money
Knadda mean?

[Intro:]
Even though I'm in love, sometimes I get so afraid
I'll say something so wrong, just to have something to say
I know the moment is right
Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high
Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high
Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high
Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high
[Verse 1:]
I seen you from afar
Nice frame and your braids long
Gucci bag matching your frames ma
And like a don I approached you
I'm not the player type
But if you play it right
Ma I'll coach you
I'll put it down how I'm spose to
A popular dude
But I'm tryna to see what's poppin with you
Know a little bout the kid cause she's been watching my moves
Got my picture on the wall from when I popped in the news
And true
I been runnin' the town
Lot a chicks thought I was nuttin
All of a sudden, wanting me know
Doing research and hunting me down
But never mind the stuntin'
Trying to see what's on your mind and something
Got a place to unwind, it's nothing
Have a wild discussion
I'm a roll some of this, ride n then puff it
Yea, we start off slow, then kick it in gear
Off of that smooth shit, I kick in the air
To keep the conversation
[Chorus:]
Ride, I'm in to taking my time, so I
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
Ride I don't tell her no lies, I just
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
Right, you better know she get down, you know
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
Now she can't get me off of her mind cause I
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
[Verse 2:]
Here I go, putting myself out there
Really trying to see what shorty about here
Nothing to doubt here
See what you get
Get what you see
Me I keep it 100%
Never see myself loving a chick, you might change that
And if not, I'm happy being the same cat you
Think it's a shame that, that's how it has to be
But you with another dude, that'd be sad to see
You still mad at me, some high school tragedy
Seeing how I played your home girl who had it bad for me
I'm like woah, slow down baby, and
Kick it with your man itta go down crazy
I wanna get to know ya
Talk to ya hold ya
And them places you ain't been
I wanna show ya
And she gone' let the kid handle his biz
Off of that smooth shit I kick in the air
They keep the conversation
[Chorus:]
Ride, I'm in to taking my time, so I
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
Ride I don't tell her no lies, I just
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
Right, you better know she get down, you know
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
Now she can't get me off of her mind cause I
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
[Verse 3:]
I hit your girl with that slick talk, won't see her again
Drop the top, let your hair go, free in the wind
Now we can go and get a room on the other side of town
Or give me head in the whip if you wanna ride around
Roll up the koheeba getting blunted by the pound
I made it to the top, who thought I rubbled from the ground
Bird city, who holdin it down, me and my man whiz
Hit the club, Buy the bar, we let the champ fizz
Knockin couple of brauds you know the plan is
We call the whole crew, and then we ran trillz
I'm so street I feel a part of the canvas
Hard knocks University the heart of the campus
And you know I got my PHD
But that don't stand for player hating
That's a Pimpin Heavy Degree
[Chorus:]
Ride, I'm in to taking my time, so I
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
Ride I don't tell her no lies, I just
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
Right, you better know she get down, you know
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
Now she can't get me off of her mind cause I

Count another grip, smoke another zip
Yet them young niggas tell it I be on my shit
Make a hundred k, spend 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
[Hook: wiz khalifa]
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
Stackin' cheese till my bread right
Smokin' weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I'mma spend all my bread like.
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
Stackin' cheese till my bread right
Smokin' trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I'mma spend all my bread like.
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
[Verse 2: wiz khalifa]
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 till 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 till it got old
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 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
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
Summer time I'm like fuck the roof, winter time I'm in 'lo boots
And uh, it's nothin'
I like being high because it's a better view
And, I told your ho my chain so cold it's on theraflu

[Intro:]
Yeah...
Whaddup Taylor Gang,
Starpower...
It's star year.
You know what it is!
[Chorus:]
Ink my whole body, I don't give a motherfuck,
Ink my, ink my, whole body, I don't give a motherfuck,
Ink, ink my, whole body, I don't give a motherfuck,
Ink, ink my whole body, ink, ink my whole body...
[Verse 1:]
Got so many tats. you can't even count 'em up
In the shop ery'week, I can't seem to get enough
My aunt said my skin too clean to mark it up
But I'm a' "ink my whole body, I don't give a motherfuck"
I'm blowin' purp., no shirt
Windows down, screamin' "cash rules", showin' off my tattoos
Hoes spazzin' when they see me
Run up on me starstruck, askin' can they read me
See [? ] told 'em [? ]
Heard your man gotta' star tat. & tried to be me
I make it look easy, people say I'm crazy
Body marked up like the walls in the 80's
Speakers scream loud like a car full of babies
Chain's so sick, think my charm came with rabies
All I heard these days is (I think you're goin' overboad with it)
I ain't addicted, I'm comitted,
It's Wizzle man...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Got stars over here, little star over there
Stars everywhere, 'cause nigga' it's star year
The name star power, my jewelry star bright
The tat. on my face say I'm livin' the star life
And by the way, you know it's Taylor Gang
As soon as you see us, I'm ink up, from my feet up
I keep blunts flickin', new tats. ichin'
Black chucks coppin', new shit droppin'
I'm the one they call young,
Body marked up like the subway in harlem.
Niggas say it's "hard", white people think it's awesome
Chest, neck tatted, whole sleeve on my arm done
They say I look like Tyga man
I put some lime in the swisher sweet & twist it all up
Can't wear a shirt, the bitches lift it all up
I'm tattin' my body, 'til I filled it all up

[Chrous]
Incom, incom, incom, incom, incompatible, (Oh)
It don't matter though (Oh)
Cause someone's bound to hear my cry (Oh Oh Oh Oh)
Speak out if you do (Oh)
You're not easy to find. (Oh)
[Verse 1]
They say I'm on some shit, but I'm just workin hard.
If you aint on your job, then we can't get along.
I'm smokin everyday, my money getting long N niggas gon hate,
That's why I made this song.
Shorty blowin up my phone, she say that she in love,
No matter how much I give her, she say it ain't enough.
Hold up it's not a game, or nothing to play with
You see the ice and lights on my spaceship?
Yeah, I'm out here livin, nigga famous in my songs.
My paper too right, I can't do wrong.
You think too small, I see the big picture.
N I fuck wit real niggas, so I can't do yall.
Too gone, I be reppin Taylor Gang, who yall?
N that talkin you doin can't do harm.
Cuz I'm on, nothing left you can lie bout, but it only took once for me to find out.
Pussy nigga we're...
Chours (x2)
[Verse 2]
She say I'm on some shit, cuz I don't be at home.
She called her daddy down, but I be on the road.
Gotta get this money, so I gotta do these shows.
Text me every day, but I don't even call or respond.
Got the nerve to say I don't do you wrong
Look at my picture every time you hear my song.
I tell you all the time, I get it together.
Shoulda listened to ya girls, you can do better.
I'm gone when you need me, busy when you're alone.
It's hard to believe me, when I'm in the studio

Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa
You’ve been lost with them rookies
Young Khalifa on this pro shit
So sick of standin still I could get you in motion
Trips out in the sand
Rollin swishers by the ocean
Toastin, private seats on the cloud and we ghostin
Used to play the low
Now you can’t help but get noticed
Startin to get approached and your
Girlfriends gettin nosey
Still you hold me down,
Hold me down ain’t ‘fraid to show it
I know she someone I can grow with
Chorus: K-Young
Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know
If you really with me, if you’re not then you can go
Girl I wanna know,
Would you tell me a lie? No
If you ever leave my side, no
Would you play with my time? No
If you rider put em
In the air (x12)
Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa
Tell me what’s your name
Here’s my number you can call me
Can’t deal with a wife
But you can be my little shorty
I can be your star
We can kick it out in orbit
Or get done with this,
Flip somewhere and record it
Says she got a man,
But her man she gettin bored with
Love me cause I grind,
She don’t mind where I be tourin
Don’t got lots of time, therefore
I can’t be your boyfriend
I’m more than in the air, soarin
Chorus: K-Young
Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know
If you really with me, if you’re not then you can go
Girl I wanna know,
Would you tell me a lie? No
If you ever leave my side, no
Would you play with my time? No
If you rider put em
In the air (x12)
Bridge: K-Young
I won’t be excited to sit at home
Waitin to hear the phone ringin
No, oh, oh, I won’t
Even though I’m in love with you
Yes I’m in love with you
Girl I’m hopin that forever we’ll be tight now
Let me put in on the table for you right now
Chorus: K-Young
Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know
If you really with me, if you’re not then you can go
Girl I wanna know,
Would you tell me a lie? No
If you ever leave my side, no
Would you play with my time? No
If you rider put em

Niggaz know
Taylor gang sunshine or snow
Them hoes wearin their best clothes
And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga
Real shit
[Chorus:]
We never know
Away we go
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never know
Away we go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Rolling all this weed I am holding
Thinking she high before before she get the chance to
smoke it
Blowing o's she knows my dreams potent
Man at home you living for the moment
Coming for the game, I run it, I own it
Kush and orange juice be the components
Come to my crib see money so big you cant fold it
This is how I live
She poured her a lil gin
Then order her another due
before she was finished man freaky got super lubed
[Chorus:]
We never know
Away we go
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never low
Away we go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
[Verse]
show money
leaving show car low full of hoes for me
hahaha
its so funny
all the paper chasing case the money run from me
keep the EZ widers stuffed
keep the beezy waters stuffed
while a lil nigga still smoking hella blunts
what?
I just made use another plane
And poured us some champagne
As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor
game
[Chorus:]
We never know
Away we go
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never know
Away we go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out

[Chorus]
And I ride, and I'm high
Got my drink, roll my weed
While I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Where ever that change go, this gang go
So talk if they lame, the hoes on it
They want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
Wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
Wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
Wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
[Wiz Khalifa]
My car match what year it is
It's hard not to hear the shit
Just know I'm gone no matter what year I'm in
Eyes closed when I'm steerin', blowin' O's out the window
Suede on the floor, doors plus the ceiling
And I keep it clean
Hoes wanna get in they gotta wipe they feet
Go over a few things then I'ma light this weed
Don't want no burn marks sweetheart
So hang it out the window
If you gotta fuck up once I get you outta here
Uh, I'm talkin' loud pipes and rally stripes
So much paper I mistake and have to count it twice
Yellow car come out at night, all the hoes be into it
Remote control start and that bitch runnin' when I get to it
Watch yo bitches run up 'til they get to it
And girl there's only one you ain't gon' get two of it
So ride wit' the nigga gettin' high, sittin' 22 inches fly
Who the shit
[Chorus]
[Juicy J]
Smokin' on some taylor shit, lookin for a thirsty bitch
Ridin' on 26's, my pockets never empty
I'm high and always tipsy, ecstasy there plenty
Model chick, stripper bitch, I be fuckin' many
Ery car paid cash, I don't pay no lease fed
But I get my dick sucked, Monica Lewinsky
Y'all niggas the toilet bowl, I do all the shittin'
Lamborghini flyin' doors, gone wit' the wings in
I pop a lotta pills, I pop a lotta seals
I pop a lotta pussy niggas that are not real
When you see my jewelry game, you gon' get the chills
Got hoes like Hilary and smoke like Bill

If I were a lame
Only just for a week
I'd look myself in the mirror
And shoot the first thing I seen
No honestly I'd try to find someone else
And I'd make it seem like it's his fault
That I'm broke and can't get on
And he's doin s*** I can't do for myself.
[Chorus:]
If I were a lame
I'd probably understand
How it feels to hate myself so much
I gotta hate anotha man
S*** I'd say that I'd
Should be right in his place
And talk s*** behind his back
When I'm smilin while I'm in his face
Cause I'm just a lame.
If I were a lame
I'd talk s*** to the hoes
Like you shouldn't f*** with that nigga
He ain't rich
I heard he really broke
I would get on a song
And talk as bad as I can
Bout how I wish I'd catch him slippin'
How his mixtapes don't be s***
And how I'm gone end his career
But I'm his numbah one fan.
[Chorus:]
If I were a lame
I'd probably understand
How it feels to hate myself so much
I gotta hate anotha man
Shit I'd say that I'd
Should be right in his place
And talk s*** behind his back
When I'm smilin while I'm in his face
Cause I'm just a lame.
It's killin me how niggas act anytime I come around
No matter how much I do for myself
They wanna bring me down
But I juss gotta do me at the end of the day
Cause I'm not a lame
So I can't understand
How it feels to hate myself so much
I gotta hate another man
No it ain't my fault
My s*** flies off the shelf
So stop tryna be somebody
And worry about juss bein yourself
If you could juss be yourself
And don't be a lame
(Lame ass negroe)
No don't be a lame

[Chorus:]
You think you do it big
I guarentee I do it bigger
I'm all about my money
Yea I'm all about my figgas
I'm screamin fuck the law
Till the law come n get us
And a nigga goin hard dog
So ya'll ain't fuckin with em
Know y know y
Cus I'm that nigga
Gon ask about me
I'm that nigga know y know y
Cus I'm that nigga
Gon ask about me
I'm that nigga know y know y
Cus I'm that nigga
[Verse 1:]
And I know u hate it
Never needed a hand out unlike most who made it
And ya'll close to fading
You see how I get my grind on, now my shine on
I don't know what shade is,
Damn an everybody know what my name is
Goin off what I been told I'm sort of famous
Trips to forign places, when niggas found out that warner laced us
I wish to god I culda saw they faces, we in the money racing,
Me I'm gonna chase it, we done made it to the top floor from the basement,
This for my lil cuzin hot boy stuck in placement, time is money so we not really gon waste it,
I'm on the road, gettin my chavo niggas wanna hate but they jus listen to nado,
I'm rhyme that sick, n fire that spliff up n fuck what u heard bout me I'm that nigga
[Chorus:]
You think you do it big
I guarentee I do it bigger
I'm all about my money
Yea I'm all about my figgas
I'm screamin fuck the law
Till the law come n get us
And a nigga goin hard dog
So ya'll ain't fuckin with em
Know y know y
Cus I'm that nigga
Gon ask about me
I'm that nigga know y know y
Cus I'm that nigga
Gon ask about me
I'm that nigga know y know y
Cus I'm that nigga
[Verse 2:]
Aye aye and u ain't heard otherwise, I'm one hundred here nothin like them other guys,
Jus talkin money wise, that's all that makes sense, I'm on my 8th spliff status on sum great shit,
But never felt the need to fall back, niggas gettin all that, sum coming taking all that,
Now your fam a big fan of the tall cat, an my pittsburgh tat match the ball cap,
Hatin n all that will getcha ass nowhere, an if I'm n the spot guarentee I'm blow there,
My future is so clear, the sky is the limit, they hear me rappin say this young guy here is gifted,
28 weeks nigga I'm am the sickest, young motherfucker that's alive an is kickin,
Fire a spliff an roll another siwsher, you ain't gotta ask about me u know I'm that nigga

[Verse 1:]
Yeaa
I'm G - O - O... D Ya Feel Me?
Fresh fit new chucks (new chucks)
I swear I feel like a million bucks (million bucks)
And dem leather seats feel like plush (uh-huh)
4 twelves make my shit go bump (go bump)
20 carrots got your bitch goin nuts
Livin like a star so dey get so struck
Far as rap got dis shit sowed up
Ridin by myself couple sticks rolled up
Yeaaaa
On dese frames I done spent so much
Niggas wanna nip so da fo fifth on tuck
And jus look don't touch
I kno u don't see dis usually but excuse me dese gucci
Got a future so bright u'll see
Man I'm dis young y is life so sweet
In my shoes yea dey might wanna be
Da cameras right here and da lights on me
Let's Go
[Chorus:]
I'm good
Livin jus da way I should
Most niggas ain't think I could
Look homie I'm good
Doin wat I said I would
U try but 2 me it ain't nun 2 it
Cause lil homie I'm good
Most niggas ain't think I could
But I'm livin jus da way I should
Yea homie I'm good
Yea I'm good
Yea I'm good
Yea I'm good
[Verse 2:]
More cars more clothes
Get money dats da life I chose
Chase money nigga y chase hoes
Dey ain't even want me till my neck got froze
And da price got told
Stories by trips in da nice sized homes
It's a game play da life I kno
On the winnin end wen the dice got rolled
Tall nigga so my flights got room
Small nigga so I always got goons
Say u get a lil cash dats cool
I prolly spent more than dat on tattoos
I got da formula ya need 2 find
My city on lock and da keys r mine
So u can gon keep ya piece of mind cause I'm G 2 O's and a D with mine
Let's Go

Sick a nigga run over switches states macking broads getting cake glocking mad glocking blast
Thought with the bitch nigga a quick escape I move with dudes that be dishing weight smooth with
The uz that will hit your face came in the game and I'm changing the game with a flow that will
Run around the crews the hate this guy is a pimp and you know his fan I don't hold the grams
I'm a colder man and I do it for the youngers and the older fans niggas whippin in the kitchen
Tryin to hold there grams I don't play around lay em down for the lil homie wanna play the clown
I'm casing pounds spraying rounds follow the khalifa cause it's going down money in the rubber band
Slang crack rock try and find the man in the flat top ask anyone in the streets everyone around
Knows where he beast and I'm killing the beef you can chill in the team but a steel of at least
I'm up in your brain you better be taking the lord you better be keeping your chain see this guy
Here is a nousense you talk fire and you can't proof it you just lie up in your music send my guys
To come and shoot shit duke I ride and this is true as you would die if niggas pulling I don't
Know what you fucking see when you know as well you've been fucking me.
[Chorus: x2]
I'm on the move so if you get in my way I'm a ride ride till I die and it should be no suprise
We paper chasing man, messing with my cake or fam imm ride ride till they die fuck us try
I'm gonna ride for me ride for me die for me die for me
What's your 45 for me face the judge and lie for me
Ride for me ride for me die for me die for me
What's your 45 for me face the judge and lie for me
P. I. T. T. S. B. U. R. G. H. represent to the fullest and I'm putting cowards back into place
When I'm rapping the taste, yeah crack in the place, laugh in your face, lay up and chill after
You safe that's a mistake cause I'm moving with a gang of I'll guys looking like the last of
The day but why you say cause my nigga I could die today lock down and never see the light
Of day kidnapped trapped in a hide away so I never get the cat to ride away fire inside of
May the kid move with da fools that try to take the game back to the rhyming days payback
For the fact that your guys a fake and I can't even believe you can spit shit to the people
Like it. chips and just leaves you with kids that leaves you see through you pricks
Hand my shit an overdose so you wrote and sold some coke move some crack how true is that
Front on my cats and you'll lose shit back haters get back when I'm through with rap
And I'm feeling my tracks with truth and fact kill em on wax and I'm moving cats
When they crew in all black yeah I'm doing that I gotta flavor that will flow and taste
And I'm doing it till I'm blue in the face I'm thinking bigger then any nigga that think

[Wiz Khalifa:]
See there's a big difference between the star life and your life hahaha me I live the star life you smell it when I come through...
Yeahhhh what up taylor gang! yup, it's the captain of the spaceship... star power... young khalifa man... mr spacely
[Verse 1:]
Yeah and you know that but you can't stand I, t out of this world I'm from a different planet,
See how I landed?, big ol chain on, tight ass white tee, black chuck tays on, I make great songs, my shit classic, see ya'll cd... walk right passed it, calm me acid that's how I do ya'll heat niggas up till I can see right through ya'll, never slipped out goons right by me, hear niggas talk shit but they don't try me can't do front door don't got I.d straight up the elevator to the V.I.P, drink my drink up, blow my weed smoke, bitch don't say shit let my team poh, bout my money you see me grinding, there go a hater YOU SEE ME SHININ?
[Chorus:]
When I come through watch me put my game on, fresh from my head down big ass chain on this my life it's gon shine bright, yaa I am a star looks like my car they know who I am I'm seeing it from a far don't act like you know I know just who you are admit it or you don't cause baby I'm a star
[Verse 2:]

If I said it, I meant it nigga...
We all in... everything's taylored
And fuck it, we ain't gotta go to the store no more
I got my own papers baby girl, I'm finna get my own weed too
Get you a pound and let you roll that shit
(Verse 1)
Uh, I'm rollin up the windows while I'm smoking weed
Driving through my town like I don't know the speed
Countin so much paper I can't fold it up
Bad bitch, she sucks me while I'm rollin up
Yeah bitch, you probably see me everywhere
Money long, now my house got tv's everywhere
Literally everywhere you turn you see a flat-screen
New bitch...looked nothing like my last fling
Ridin in a Maserati nigga no shirt
Niggas probably hatin on me but it won't work
Camo shorts on like a general
Mind on a meal blowin on medicinal
(chorus)
I'm just a young nigga hustliiiiiiiiin yeah...
Hustliiiiiiiiiiiiiiinn yeah... (X2)
(Verse 2)
Been through every nigga town, neva had a problem
Young millionaire, never had a job though
Throw that money up and watch her hit the ground
As long as your money up she said it's goin down
Brought her homegirl said that she don't do friends
Kicked the bitch out and make her find new friends
Should I get hella high or buy some new rims
745 or a new benz
I take every day and live like it's the weekend
Doin it all if you ain't ballin, take a seat then
If I said it, I meant it....throw a stack at that bitch'ass
and make her pay her rent with it
(chorus)
I'm just a young nigga hustliiiiiiiiin yeah...

[Chorus:]
Money on the mind
Hustlin' all the time,
All about the paper
Cause da youngn' on his grind,
Youngn' on his grind,
Young – youngn on his grind.
Some say I'm next to be the greatest,
Your jealousy comes with success, you can't escape it.
The dirty little dudes will stress you when you take it!
Bless you when I'm speaking,
I chew one of you guys, yeah, boy I'm feasting.
Body covered with tates and good wheats,
And back to back, he spit fire u'mon slires,
Flames upon lames.
The same lil nigga just playing with dumb change,
You stand one lane I'm tearing through da streets
Ya you niggas beef and I ain't saying I won't a (no)
That well ve the day I give life to ya lil niggas
Some of them are older than me, but you all little haters.
Gowing too hard for me take a fall lil nigga,
Keep doing my thing ya you are a lil sicka (yea)
Splits and big chipas (yeaaa) young but rich niggas
You want that real shit well den fuck with wiz nigga! And I
[Chorus:]
Money on the mind
Hustlin' all the time,
All about the paper
Cause da youngn' on his grind,
Youngn' on his grind,
Young – youngn on his grind.
O.K.
Listen fan I hear you man, but I'm a little hotta (hotta)
Wiz could goin and I'll be hard for you to get mafia (mafia)
Young monsta chumps could slump off ya,
Nigga wanna touch my flow fuckz wrong with'em?
Bomb like osamnem I
... you and me is in the compass...
That's why I think they wanted real,
But they don't really...
I do this here for really, though.
Damn chains, all I hear is from you fat guys,
I smell the discipline... cause with the world playing,
I'm that guy you can't fight,
Another in the book to match...
You test the...
They not only can't touch me lyrically,
You cowards can't touch me literally.
[Chorus:]
Believe, money on the mind
Hustlin' all the time,
All about the paper
Cause da youngn' on his grind,
Youngn' on his grind,

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Fast livin, Good weed, Bad women,
Rollin up joints with hash in 'em.
True pot head, do everything last minue.
Not concerned with the cash I'm spendin
Because the cash I get it
Groupies fall through an crash with us
Watch movies, laugh
Go in they bag and smoke they last with us
Bongs, bowls, vapors, gas masks and stuff
Niggas know we the shit, cameras flash on us
Roll the grass up, bottles on chill, fill ya glass up
Niggas losin they bitches soon as they glance,
Cause they know the difference between the small time business
And the enterprise my nigga
Ain't been gone, it's just been a while my nigga
Battery strong, I'm energized my nigga
I'm tryin to ball, you playin a game.
Haters sayin I changed, I say look at my chain MAANNEEE
[Chorus:]
Why they hate me boy
I'm just goin hard cause it's out there for us
Now I'm all in they faces, cause I'm on the road
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
[Curren$y]
[Chorus:]
Why they hate me boy
I'm just goin hard cause it's out there for us
Now I'm all in they faces, cause I'm on the road
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone

Full of medicine so you know
I'm reppin' Taylor Gang too man shout out to anybody else reppin Taylor Gang
You already know how we do, it's your boy young Khalifa
Flyer than ever,
Rep Taylor Gang, we're the higher the better
My lines are clever and all my bitches dimes or better
About my cheese mozzarella
Chains like the old Roc-a-fella
I know your girls a freak, but you'll never be acapella
I got it locked the hell up, sewn
And I ain't need no help I did it on my own
I outta be a pilot, all the places I have flown
If they made another me it'll be a million dollar clone
Haters goin' hate
The bitches say I moan
My money like my hair now, it's gettin kind of long
Comin' up people swore they seen us
Now I'm rich, need a chick as bad as Kanye's Phoenix
So roll up please, In flex we trust
Let them lames be lames we goin' just be us
So roll up please, In flex we trust
Let them lames be lames we goin' just be us
That's it man, you know, a little Taylor gang paper planes
Put them 2 fingers up man, if you with it

Long money, hopes and dreams
Eyes be around them niggas wear paper but got your own money
This yo world, buy this drink for you girl
You said tell the dj play this song for me
Here's my number case you ever need company
Better weed tons of drink, Love the way I dress,Let her rub my ink
Hell yeah, I'm fly, that's why they stunt wit me
Got money fall when she make up
I'm giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain't no game no
I'm spending it all cause that's what we came for
Yeah that's what we came for
Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets low, low, low,
But only cash when I see you nigga she ready to go, go, go, go
Throw it in the air watch that paper fall
Don't know how much I came here with
And other night, she gonna take it all
See them diamonds in my chain
You ain't gotta know my name
Rushing to the bar, we need another round of drinks
Then it's to my car, puff a pound of dank
Now we in the stars, and I'ma make it rain
... the same ah,
Got money fall when she make up
I'm giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain't no game no
I'm spending it all cause that's what we came for
Yeah that's what we came for
Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets low, low, low,
But only cash when I see you nigga she ready to go, go, go, go
And all them... even come in close
But only cash when I see you nigga she ready to go, go, go, go
Pay for your own clothes, fly on your own trips
You a big girl, you buy your own shit
Supply your own smoke, you like your own zip
No... yours, you like to own shit
So rich, the one them niggas hate the bitches wanna go with
I'm bout whose like it's... fortune
Feelin flawless, living loneless, get
Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets low, low, low,
But only cash when I see you nigga she ready to go, go, go, go
And all them... even come in close
But only cash when I see you nigga she ready to go, go, go, go
I'm throwing money up and watching them go round and round
Watching them go round and round
I'm throwing money up and watching they come down, come down
They come down, come down
Oh we can go to my house or we can go to your crib
We can jump in your car, you can see how I live
But I'm still throwing money up
So much I'm loosing count and count
So much I'm loosing count and count

I bought a whole load of smoke
I'm riding high
My n-ggas with me, they down to ride
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Got n-ggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
Money from the flo' way up to the sky
Now they wanna know and they wonder why
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it's homocide
And I'm killin' 'em, it's homocide
I'm killin' 'em, it's homocide
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
N-ggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
But I'm killin' 'em, it's homocide
I'm killin' 'em, it's homocide
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it's homocide
I'm killin' 'em
First 48, first 48
Took out 50 racks and blew the first 48
I aint worried about spending bread cause I got more to make
Soon as they see that Maserati they gone surely hate
Hundred for a show, can you afford a date
And that's just one show, imagine what my tour gon make
Police ran up on my tour bus
but hey my n-ggas more money more problems
More lawyers on the case
N-ggas at the Grammy's
I was at the crib working
Heard they little dis but I'm just being the big person
Never been trained, still my aim near perfect
Everything I spits murder, bow
[Chorus]
[Chevy Woods]
With black on black cars coming through
Presidential sh-t, tints on the whip
So dark can't see who riding in that bitch
Suits and tie's no questions why
Somebody get a box ready for these guys
No four door, had the coupe that ride
That eagle right here if you wanna feel fly
No games though, no names spoke
This crack right here, cocaine flow
I don't know what you doing but I'm paid bro
Yeah I pitch that 9 like pedro
[Wiz Khalifa]
Stuck in the car with my n-gga I'm ready to ride
We on our way to the top, watch that paper rise
[Chevy Woods]
Keep telling everybody what you gonna do
Middle finger like f-ck what you going through
All I know is that money that I'm going to
And them gang gang boys wanna bore you
Like wassup cuz I told you
Just money in the pocket, fold you
T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G Gang

I bought a whole O to smoke
I’m riding high
My n-ggas with me, they down to ride
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Got n-ggas hatin’ on me hard cause my paper right
Money from the flo’ way up to the sky
Now they wanna know and they wonder why
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it’s homocide
And I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homocide
I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homocide
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
N-ggas hatin’ on me hard cause my paper right
But I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homocide
I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homocide
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it’s homocide
I’m killin’ ‘em
First 48, first 48
Took out 50 racks and blew the first 48
I aint worried about spending bread cause I got more to make
Soon as they see that Maserati they gone surely hate
Hundred for a show, can you afford a date
And that’s just one show, imagine what my tour gon make
Police ran up on my tour bus
But hey my n-ggas more money more problems
More lawyers on the case
N-ggas at the Grammy’s
I was at the crib working
Heard they little dis but I’m just being the big person
Never been trained, still my aim near perfect
Everything I spits murder, bow
[Chorus]
[Chevy Woods]
With black on black cars coming through
Presidential sh-t, tints on the whip
So dark can’t see who riding in that bitch
Suits and tie’s no questions why
Somebody get a box ready for these guys
No four door, had the coupe that ride
That eagle right here if you wanna feel fly
No games though, no names spoke
This crack right here, cocaine flow
I don’t know what you doing but I’m paid bro
Yeah I pitch that 9 like pedro
[Wiz Khalifa]
Stuck in the car with my n-gga I’m ready to ride
We on our way to the top, watch that paper rise
[Chevy Woods]
Keep telling everybody what you gonna do
Middle finger like f-ck what you going through
All I know is that money that I’m going to
And them gang gang boys wanna bore you
Like wassup cuz I told you
Just money in the pocket, fold you
T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G Gang

[Chorus:]
I'm livin' life fast, sometimes you slow down but I continue speedin'
The New York nights, Miami beaches, and Hollywood Hoes
I'm fresh out the air so you won't see me there
Unless I'm weedin' (weedin)
That's all I know
Oh oh oh (oh oh)
I'm livin' life fast, sometimes you slow down but I continue speedin'
The New York nights, Miami beaches, and Hollywood Hoes
I'm fresh out the air so you won't see me there
Unless I'm weedin' (weedin)
That's all I know
Oh oh oh (oh oh)
I work hard, niggas hardly work
Smoke good Swishers, ya'll hit dirt
Talk bad 'bout that Taylor Gang swag (swag)
Now we hit the club in that small T-shirt
Hopin' that somebody will notice him
I'm chavo chasin', that money keep rollin' in
I step on stage and they say he's goin' in
Four hoes tryna leave with me and the motorman
I'm blunt roastin', on a cloud just coastin'
Shift once and I'm speedin'
On my way outer space
A couple niggas in this race
But it's one that I'm leadin'
Hoes see me think they deam (dreamin')
I'm a star
Drive a space ship sweetie, not a car
Come on dog, we ain't gotta wait for the weekend
I'll hit the West Coast and be back for the weekend
Swag!
[Chorus:]
I'm livin' life fast, sometimes you slow down but I continue speedin'
The New York nights, Miami beaches, and Hollywood Hoes
I'm fresh out the air so you won't see me there
Unless I'm weedin' (weedin)
That's all I know
Oh oh oh (oh oh)
I'm livin' life fast, sometimes you slow down but I continue speedin'
The New York nights, Miami beaches, and Hollywood Hoes
I'm fresh out the air so you won't see me there
Unless I'm weedin' (weedin)
That's all I know

[Chorus:]
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', Watch her hit tha flo' [x4]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeaaaaaaaa Bitch. You know what it is. It's Wizzle man.
Taylor Gang or die. Heavy Hustle in this bitch. Yea. (hahaha) Yup. Yea.
[Verse 1:]
The way lil' shorty go I'm tryna think where I should take her
Watch her hit tha flo, I'm out here spending all this paper
Bought some cigarillos yeah I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good well shit I wanna meet your maker
Take her, to my home, Say hello to my neighbors
She my biggest fan, I see her man just tryna save her
Put it in her mouth, and now my taste she's tryna savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me, but can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black eleven's, Mac-11 with the lazer
Mami keep on shaking it like she a salt shaker
Hand on the ground, everybody around.
[Chorus:]
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', Watch her hit tha flo' [x4]
[Wiz Khalifa:] Yea. Yea
[Verse 2:]
Hey A lot of niggas hate, but all the bitches wanna do me
Wizzle L. Jackson, Yeah my life is like a movie
Heavy Hustle Gang, Swisher Sweets with the jacuzzi
Probably fucked your girl, you don't like it nigga sue me
Shawty from the hood, but in the club she actin' booshie
Body like a centerfold, Boy look at that loody! {Taylor Gang word for booty}
My ink got her gone, Wanting to know who tattoos me
Head game right, Just said she'd like to ride (Yeah)
DJ play my song, When it come on she gets excited
Before I leave the club, I'll put her number in my sidekick
Swagger on some different shit, She tell me that she like it
Watch her break it down, I ain't playin' around.
[Chorus:]
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down

I'm so incredible wait
Wit no metal to waist
I flow great
And that'll level ya face
But I'll still let a nigga have it
You talk greasy but u still a faggot
I front on cowards cause u niggas backwards
I got my money right
Game on top
And it's been said that I'm the key to put this game on lock
I'm from tha city
Of the triflin' hoods
But when u see me
Gotta smile on my face
Nuttin sweet, it's just that life is good
Yea, I dodged the hood
Slums came up out that
Rap game about that
To gain pay wit out crack
See I'mma youngin wit too much on my plate
To let some small change have a youngin dumped in a cage
I seen niggas make sells
Niggas get knocked and make bail
And take lives, they worries ain't jail
Wit no regards for life cause they livin' ain't well
Who gotta make it to heaven cause they livin' in hell
But me I don't do much just keep to myself
And stop these cock-suckin' motha-fuckas seekin' my wealth
I was told the world's cold but I see for my self
And I'm too hot to take the back seat or the shelf
So I'm here
For sum reason though they hate it to death
The love's gone only hatred is left
Only achin' and stress
A king not be mistaken for less
And this here is for the taking
This is history in the making
Where I'm from it's kinda hard to trust
Cause the hate's from most of your own people
They're fake and they're all see through
Hate to see a nigga when he's stackin' his bucks
Rather him be down in the dumps
And out on his luck
But I'll be damned if my grind stop
My mind tickin' like the time watch
And I'm gon be spittin' 'till the time's not
Presently there
I touch minds everywhere
And I'll ride hopin' heaven is near
See the pain in your eyes young wit every stare
I seek peace, but these streets will never be fair
Cause somebody went and took Greg's life
Son reached
Deceased
No time to blink or think twice damn
Wonder when it gonna be my time
To meet death
I'm stressed need to ease my mind
And unless one of y'all try to see whats mine
Then I'll eat through your flesh, bones and leave that spine
U see I did the right thing
I stayed up out the gun and knife game
I knew about the pain it might bring
And we all got problems
I chose to smoke blunts just to drown 'em
The top, but I rose from the bottom
And I'm here now
Ain't no body harming young
My screw's loose they say somethings wrong wit young
Ya time's up I'm just warning young
Cause this here's for the taking,

Hey girl what's your name
I'm very very glad you came
Your such a beautiful thing
Hey girl what you say
I'm very very glad you took the time
Your such a beautiful thing
Hey girl wanna let you know
What's going through my head while I'm staring out this window
But everytime I try to find the words to explain, I fail
Hey girl heard your story before
Your parents don't get it and your boyfriend is an A-Hole
And going to work in the morning drives you insane, I know
So you like to kick it with the bad boys
Pose like you flickin for the tabliods
Fros out making niggas fast foward
I'll just be an other cool kid that past on
And no matter how hard I felt
Played the best way I can with the cards I've delt
For the day I can say it's nice to meet you
Wait till next time I see you, I'm a say
Hey girl what's your name
I'm very very glad you came
Your such a beautifull thing
Hey girl what you say
I'm very very glad you took the time
Your such a beautiful thing
Hey girl are we compatible
I like tarantino flakes and a long talks and I'm a vergo
It's so much that I thinkin nothing to say
Hey girl it's been a month or so
And I've been on the road singing songs flyin solo
When I go to sleep
Your the girl in my dreams
So I got your picture on my mac book screen
Save her somethin about this age it's just like me
Shorty got flavor like my favorite ice cream
And I'm a scoop her one day and make her life change
To then I'm like dang
And no matter how hard I felt
Played the best way I can with the cards I've delt
For the day I can say it's nice to meet you
Wait till next time I see you, I'm a say
[x4:]
Hey girl what's your name
I'm very very glad you came
Your such a beautifull thing
Hey girl what you say
I'm very very glad you took the time

It's yoooouuuung Khalifa man
Alotta ya'll thinkin it's your time but I'll tell you it's taylor gang season
Gotta man so they tryin talk bad but I don't care cause mother fucker I'm eatin
And my city got faith in me cause I give em sum1 to believe in
Tell me I'm a HEERRROOO a young mother fuckin HEEERRROOO
The best when I'm flowin get goin no way I can stop
Superhuman strength but don't show it so call me hancock
Benny off of sandlot I pick on the beast
Represent my citys streets when I shit all over beats
Young p park how I stick to a track man
The way I make hits you should call me the batman
I'm more like a jetson cause nigga I'm spacely
I'm eatin like pac man you playin like jacks and
A roll model but gotta keep me some weeds
We're all ridin with a superhero dime I call her g girl
Know I'm a star and my car is parked outta the world
And my diamonds kinda remind my mama of sea world
Homie you niggas got zero
They say they need someone to come and change the game well I'm a mother fuckin
HEEERRROOOO
A young mother fuckin
HEEEERRROOOO
No cape I'm tatted up to my face
I know more than half of you niggas fake
Like a mystery men rolll a swisher sweet then
I gets I'll t milly tell em I'm bad news
I straight runnin shit punishin', Frank Castle
I'm like tony without the iron suit
I put that mother fucker on ain't no tellin where I'm goin
My pedal to the floor you'll never be in my lane
Can't remember my name they notice me from my chain let's go
I'm young wizzle I'm a get this thing poppin
This year my cd gon be the sickest thing droppin
Makin money off a rap you niggas need options
The way I get that green they say I be green goblin
I became bossman ya'll remain lame now I'm somewhere get in tan smokin swisher sweets coughin
Fresh like a body yea a body in a coffin
Might as well take you back to 97 I'm the bomb like blouw
Alotta ya'll thinkin it's your time but I'll tell you it's taylor gang season
Gotta man so they tryin talk bad but I don't care cause mother fucker I'm eatin
And my city got faith in me cause I give em sum1 to believe in

Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill
Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin on Tha Pill
[Kev Tha Hustla]
So Baby Come Fly Wit A Nigga Who Space Surf
She Know How To Dive She Don’t Jump It Face First,
I Let Her Log On And Play Wit My Laptop ,
We So High Up Heinz Field In The Backdrop,
I Roll A Bat She Catch Balls Like A Backstop,
D-12 Baby And Ya Man Juss A Matchbox,
I Get Cash Really Honey This Is Me
I'm The Drug She Tha Plug, She In Love With Tha D,
Never Give It To Her Raw, No Cs Like Tha Weed,
So Don't Be Blind To The Fact,
Baby Girl Come And See, I Get Money Wit An Attitude
That's Mad Cash
But When You Walked Passed, I Was Like Damn!
She Want Me To Give Her My All
I'm Talkin One Night, No Feelings Involved,
Early Morn No Passion, Show Her My Flight School Skills
No Crashin.
[Bridge]
Girl Ya Lovin Got Me Gone, Me Gone, Me Gone,
You're Like A Drug To Me I'm On, I'm On, I'm On
I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm
Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin,
[Chorus]
Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill
Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill
Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill
Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill
Shawty Make Me Feel (I'm Rollin) Like We Fuckin On Tha
Pill (I'm Rollin)
Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel (I'm Rollin) Like We Fuckin
On Tha Pill (I'm Rollin)
Shawty Make Me Feel (I'm Rollin) Like We Fuckin On Tha
Pill (I'm Rollin)
Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel (I'm Rollin) Like We Fuckin
On Tha Pill (I'm Rollin)
[Wiz Khalifa]
Okay!
Uh Oh, Ery’thing Taylor’d
Ruin No Neighbors, Hop Inside And We’ll Fly Where A
Bird Or Plane Is,
Watcha Name Is, And Who Ya Came Wit,
Listen, Imma Take You Out And Put You In That Right
Position, No
And Tell Ya Nigga I Ain't Trippin,
Never Fallin Off, I Ain't Slackin On My Pimpin,
Niggas Call Me Weirdo, Bitches Call Me Different,
Send Me Naked Pics When I'm On The Road,
Just To Let You Know, I Think It's Beautiful
(Beautiful)
Soon As I Get Home I'm Rushin Over Like A Head Start,
Fresh Up Out The Shower To The Sofa Skip The Bed Part.
I Sharp Shooter, Young Bret Hart,
Prolly Would Like Ta, Hollywood Night Cha,
Red Eye Flight Cha, Somewhere Near We Can Get Lost And
Let Chu Pop Off
[Bridge]
Girl Ya Lovin Got Me Gone, Me Gone, Me Gone,
You're Like A Drug To Me I'm On, I'm On, I'm On
I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm
Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin,
[Chorus]
Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill
Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill
Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill
Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill
Shawty Make Me Feel (I'm Rollin) Like We Fuckin On Tha
Pill (I'm Rollin)
Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel (I'm Rollin) Like We Fuckin
On Tha Pill (I'm Rollin)
Shawty Make Me Feel (I'm Rollin) Like We Fuckin On Tha
Pill (I'm Rollin)
Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel (I'm Rollin) Like We Fuckin

It's fuck my nigga.
Rep Taylor Gang,
Wassup my nigga?
Big as a truck my nigga.
That's the bag I'm smokin'
You brag I'm hopin' that
You got some shit, too.
That's real shit
That a nigga do.
Like leave a joint on the table
Smoke, I don't drink sir, I'm not Maple.
No, and not able to hate on me, shit.
And the money I get
Make a nigga rich,
Make a bitch nigga sit,
Make a hoe get on dick.
Come to the crib and just strip.
Put a joint to my lips.
And get highed up, scryed up,
I mean skied up.
My niggas fried,
But don't try to run up on us.
'Cause it might happen.
For the streets nigga, I ain't just rappin'.
I gotta couple niggas cappin',
Hatin' on me,
But when you see me you dapin'.
What's happenin'?
You a fuck nigga,
I'm on the roll.
Gettin' bucks nigga,
Gettin' paid,
Gettin' laid.
You a roach nigga gettin' sprayed
By the Raid.
And them cops wanna raid us.
Bitch niggas wanna hate us.
But them niggas can't fade us.
I gotta afro, bad hoes.
Know a nigga name,
Yeah I'm on the plane,
Smellin' like weed.
Bringin' my trees with me
Everywhere I go
And everywhere I blow
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,
Hella smoke
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
I blow
Hella dope

Usually, Ahh I do a weed song
So Uhh, Here go a weed song
Marijuanaaa, I love it my brother
Marijuana, in my soul
Marijuana, in my heart
OOOOHH
I like to smoke marijuanaIt gives me a deep meditation
I love to draw marijuana
It give me a deep meditation
It keep the natty dreadlocks jumping
It keep the natty dreadlocks rocking
It keep the natty dreadlocks swinging
The white man love to smoke marijuana
The black man love to cultivate it
I love to smoke marijuana
It give me a deep meditation
Marijuanaaa
Smoke, I choke, I blow them O's
In my chest and out my nose
OG Kush exotic brands
(I love it to my heart & soul)
I done smoke all kinds of strands
African, Afghanistan
From the pharmacy, hand in hand
Gettin high with my enginieer
I stay smokin bud with my cameraman
Ounce a day, what I put on
I love it with my heart and soul
So I can't stop smoking it
I love to draw Marijuana
It keep the natty dreadlocks jumping
It keep the natty dreadlocks rocking
It give me a deep meditation
Marijuanaaa Oh Oh I love it
Break it down and roll it great
My marijuana motivate
And no, it ain't gettin old
(I love it to my heart & soul)
Okayyyy
I brought the weed
Who got the swisher?
Three broads and me to drink all this liquar
We go hard
I love it to my heart and soul
So I couldn't stop smoking it
I love it to my heart and soul
The white man love to smoke marijauana
The black man love to cultivate it
It give me a deep meditation
It keep the natty dreadlocks jumping
It keep the natty dreadlocks rocking

[Verse 1:]
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 going h.a.m
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, bored, 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

i workd for everything i own, dare a nigga try and take it
take 300 on the frames just from blocking out you haters
swear their in my way, they in my rear view mirror,
if a nigga act stupid ima let him get his issue ...
everything designer and my back seat reclinic
, got a thing for looking good and blowing money like its tissue { tissue }
but niggaz see you eating get starving for a plate ,
but you dont give it when they hate
thats why my niggas keep a biscuitt
its no gimmik, i talk it how i live it, when a nigga cross the finish gotta push it to the limit..
gotta mom and lil sister , i plan on takin carre of, lost my uncle this yearr couple niggas in the system..
so i roll, no tellin where im landing , but i know somethin im going towards some money
i can see you niggas slacking , everyday im on my job , yung khalifa goin hard till the im last man standing.....
{chorus} x2
tell em go home cause ima go hard ..go hard or ima go home.. i havent been there you know in so long...so goodbye...
got my eyes on this money and spome good weed burning buyn from ya goin hard is not an option now these niggas actin jeolous cuz they feel like they aint shining, but they little shit stop, when its big shit poppin...
green feen, gotta keep it in my system, 60 box of cigarellos cuz i blow it by the onion, { by the onion } pack up some dollar bills send some paper to my youngin, cuz he just like steve francis he be playin with them rockets...
whippin on the wheel got my peddle to the medal , bout to hit anither city aint no point of getting settled { settled } strait to on the plane aint been home in so long u think its my cologne but its money that u smellinnn.
eyes like my father , cant stand my older brother, got some niggas doing years, cuz of funny niggas telling...
nigga ima be grinding till the day that i expire, and runnin threw the burns till im the last man standing..

Put on a gas
I am fast
Living...
I have no contra...
Now I am taking bad... with politicians
Helicopter feds I am... to get to know...
I don't want to brag but you ain't tried to hear about
The money drugs and women that I wanna add
Smoked so much that I am going brain death
Whores are made of me cause my phone...
I tell her wow slow down baby... lady
You drive by I... it's a couple of paper plans
Broadcasting my name over internet
Airways bitches... on twitter put my music on my space

Yea...
Ten steps ahead of these niggas, that's y they fuck with me instead of these niggas... fool, kush and orange juice nigga, I'm tryna use betta words... BEATCHH... germ on the boards, this time around we want all the money, you niggas short changin, shit, show sumthin... champagne and e-z widers... presidential view
[Verse 1:]
I keeps it real nothin like you actors do joints I flick, bong raps I kicks all can't rips this off tag on your matress fool, you rather b hi this that shit bitch now u in the presence of the fly/ luis cover my eyes/ not them 100 dollar ray bands fam these 675/ rap ass niggas tellin u lies runnin game sumthins money jus can't distguise/ so y keepin it g is where I keep my pride/ you a lame smoke some good with a a cuple of niggas who ride/ look fella/ trees yella and jus by the smell you can tell us cronic I smoke my pockets on mozzerella/ your bitch here twistin up like propellas/ got my paper rite now we like white boy here they way they jelous,
[Chorus:]
When we come we came to spend money we think it ain't nothin that's y we get to cuffin they hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place don't ask you already know, ain't worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time, face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side, but they don't wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy... they don't wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy... life is all I know, flick this weed and dro, grindin paid it's toll, (oh, oh) now everywhere I go I flyyyy,
[Verse 2:]
Most of my bitches use and abuse these niggas callin em makin em pay they dues/ spendin all your hard earned money on bags and shoes when all they need is kush and orange juice shit that's what I feed em, they download my songs watch my interviews and read em, treat her like u love her I fuck her once then I don't need her, I'm playin I keep a couple of those skinnies that I hit up anytime I'm in they city shorty, I ain't on a sports team but ya nigga ballin, don't pick up my line less I see it's money callin, jordan shorts by the pair and my sox is ralph lauren, and I got that dank from my nigga down new orleans, real as they come everyone of my niggas all in, niggas'll talk slick but me I'm gettin to the paper cause they see us and act like they never hated
[Chorus:]
Where we come we came to spend money we think it ain't nothin that's y we get to cuffin they hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place don't ask you already know, ain't worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time, face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side, but they don't wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy... they don't wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy... life is all I know, flips this weed and dro, grindin paid it's toll, now everywhere I go I flyyyy,

Yeah, it's Young, ya know?
Crack that shit down, roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeuh, this for all my true weed smokers
Yeeuh, nigga ask me what's wrong with me...
[Hook:]
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I said I'm gone, off that pound of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think
But I'm stayin' high
I'm a roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone)
Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on?
Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion
And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone)
Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)
I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke
Niggas askin' me what's wrong,
Blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone
[Hook:]
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I said I'm gone, off that brownish drank
Niggas know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
Hennesey and Hydro, rhyme slow
Nigga, I'm on a different type of a vibe
This a different type of weed, and I'm a different type a high (my nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you probably never been in life
Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna have this home-grown runnin',
Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free, I duck 'em, roll somethin' (then, I'm gone)
In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
Got me blown, I get more than high
Fresh off of the plane
Head start into my hotel
Weedman in every city, yeah I smoke well (even when I'm gone)
I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
My eyes low, and my words are getting slow
Niggas askin' me what's wrong,
I blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone
[Hook:]
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]

Mac Miller, Wiz Khalifa nigga,
Yeah, Turn this shit the fuck up, nigga
You know how we fucking do
Right from the 4-1-2
Crazy 8's bitch
Late nights, chilling money, stacking to the ceiling
Up a couple hundred tryna get it to a million
Rose spillin', already high but I'm good weed twisting
Niggas got game thanks to me, no need to mention
Automatic start, no keys when I enter
Them youngings take notes
These hoes take pictures, jaunt me at my shows
Wanna know if I know them off Twitter
I'm sorry baby, it's highly unlikely like me in some Nike's
Get money every day, I'm poppin' bottles nightly
Louie be carry on, I carry lightly
Promoters throw me OZ's, they think of us highly
If I'm in it that mean it's custom prolly
Plus my hoe exotic smoking kush that come from Cali
The best in it
If it come to that shit, don't question it
You know I got it
Say the town I get it streets but they've been waitin' for it
Just left the dealer so that's prolly why they hatin' for
Uh, look at the wrist, they got me taken for it
When they walk, money talks, I just can't ignore it
See a piece of pie, and think that I could be makin' more
My cake enormous, my paper gorgeous
[Chorus]
Come live in the town with me
Baby, take a ride with me
I can see it's goin' places
Every night we're goin' places
Different cities, different faces
I know that was goin' crazy
I can see it's goin' places
Every night we're goin' places
Different cities, different faces
I know that was goin' crazy
Now they know my name so no repeatin' since the day I started breathin'
It's been good, I'm only deepin' and my bitch is Portorican
Girndin', never sleepin', eatin' like I'm Cali kingin'
Every weekend party all damn night but then I sleep in
We've been getting this money since we was young'ins bruh
I'm getting cake you losing weight just like a tummy tuck
You see me coming up, hit you like an uppercut
The bird great tender win the race and you the runner-up
I got a real success but I ain't done enough
Jumping like a double duck, she's hating, looking dumb as fuck
My weed the precious all my bitches come with bubble butts
Going on a ride, y'all should buckle up
I'm getting pussy, you the ugly duck
Swimming, sinking in the pool
Making money why the fuck I need to pin this fool

[Chorus: x2]
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
If you ain't sup than you can f***** get your ass out.
[Verse 1:]
That's digital situation critical
Hate to make it so blatant baby
But I ain't playing
Maybe you got me confused
With one of them other dudes.
I ain't none of them.
Under they breath mumbling.
Scared to tell them hoes what it is.
You put yourself in that position.
I chill with all that baller fishing
You f***** around and you caught a shark.
Cold hard, tell your feelings too fall.
I'm too focused on getting my rims powder coated.
One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one
You just ibuprofen, what is you smoking?
I'm focused to growing they got you choking
The options open, you can hide with them suckers
Or ride low and get higher than a mother f****!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Straight stunting, sucker n****** I take from them.
They b****** that is, get up in the car with wiz
They know they going to bake something, ain't fronten.
Smoking off the eighth onion
Get it twisted because you see me on your computer screen
Thinking because you got wireless you get as high as us
B***** leaving they lame n***** to ride with us
Planes over everything in the fly we trust.
Just by the smell, it's obvious
Than my connect come from cali
I'm good long as the money piling up
All the while I'm just quick lane pimping
Big jane twisting
Walking how I talk it b**** that's Pittsburgh pimping.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yo I was candy coated, Bentley colored
[? ] really made it
Killing with the bumper grill
Chandelier ceiling, kush linen
[? ] is you f******, is you sucking
I was wondering cause if not
Don't be pushing all my buttons in my cutless
Unless you cutting. B**** I'm just saying
I ain't tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing
Trunk shaking, knocking pictures off the wall
Southern made call, 808 mean no draws
You got friends I f*** them all
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the f*** you came
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane.
Mississippi PIMP, mouth piece frigid
Throw the mic out of sight
Show you bright can you feel it shawty

[Intro]We blowin' money bitch
I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid
I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid
[Chorus]We don't even count the money no more we just blow it
(We spend it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just throw it
And make 'em pick it all up
[Trae Tha Truth]Money strapped to my waist
Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no bass
Flooded the trap I need a new place?
Money got to go I told 'em theres no space
Never love hoes, hoes I don't chase
Only wear loc's the same as my race
All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point
that he in another place? Real talk
I-I-I aint the one but I lean on haters, looking so clean on gator
Try to jack me, I guarantee I'll put the beam on haters
Hood n-gga, when I come to this I'm stocked up
Shit on my wrist tryna light this block up
N-gga said I got a dope man swag, take a look at these jewels
Every one of 'em rocked up
And we still on the corner packed in
Ace town president somethin back then
Hope the slut that I'm with got insurance so
She know I'm about to run up on her back end
Like I set of bad, she was gettin' plugged
Can take it to the streets, take it to the club
I don't ruberband shit I got trash bags
N-ggas make it rain, I'mma make it flood
I aint gonna talk shit I'ma talk bread
I f a hater don't like it, tell em drop dead
I'm in the hood like a fresh set of projects
Where they either rock blue or they rock red
I'm the king of the streets
Aint nobody finna take away what I came to get
Audi R8 that I came is sick, with interior the colour of a all white?
[Chorus]We don't even count the money no more we just blow it
(We spend it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just throw it
(And make 'em pick it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just blow it
(We spend it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just throw it
(And make 'em pick it all up)
[Wiz Khalifa]Big weed in my joint, diss me there's no point
Lil guy but still all my n-ggas got big heat they on point
Rollin up while I drive, engine be in the trunk
Decided in 2005 that I can f-ck any bitch that I want
Ooh, and, and and I aint trying to stunt this a two
seater my bitch can't help but ride up in the front
Ballin' most n-ggas wont try to pick 'em up
Throwin' so much money you even try to pick some up
You tryin' different stuff look at how I block em out
Smoke like a Cali n-gga even when I'm in the south
And when when my car come out the whores come out
Don't even get on twitter no more 'cause I'm what your bitch talkin' 'bout
[Chorus]We don't even count the money no more we just blow it
(We spend it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just throw it
(And make 'em pick it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just blow it
(We spend it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just throw it

I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl
Every night you keep calling me with the same shit
I'm going insane
I swear I love but this ain't right for us
I never thought it would end this way
Its gonna kill me to say but you gotta
Pack your stuff leave my keys,
Get your shit, gotta go.
Pack your stuff leave my keys,
Get your shit, gotta go.
Pack your stuff leave my keys,
Get your shit, gotta go.
I've told you that I'm moving on
You did it where, you had to know.
To how to shape and mold you i admit was my mission
But everything went wrong dear
'cause you started acting different
The day you ran up on me I was smokin
chillin, swore you was tryin to roll aint know what was so appealin'
Fast forward, I'm on the road
You at home calling me back forth
Can't deal with this relationship
But this what you asked for
ask for them pictures of them b*tches, shit
I probably wouldn't be with them
If your ass wasn't trippin'
Not to mention you're acting like a kid
Is the f*ck shit I gotta deal with
send a text, leave me a message try not to listen
Bring the rap you was the main player I had to bench you
When I showed your ass how to ball
that Louie I bought it all.
Chorus:
I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl
Every night you keep calling me with the same shit
I'm going insane
I swear I love but this ain't right for us
I never thought it would end this way
Its gonna kill me to say but you gotta
Pack your stuff leave my keys,
Get your shit, gotta go.
Pack your stuff leave my keys,
Get your shit, gotta go.
Pack your stuff leave my keys,
Get your shit, gotta go.
I've told you that I'm moving on
You did it where, you had to know.
Gone on the road that I'm hardly home on the weekend
You be blowing my phone up tryin to see who I'm seeing
But I'm chasing this paper so for this paper I'm reaching
might f*ck one or two b*tches but don't consider it cheatin
I consider the fact that we'll break up anyway, anyway
Based on all that shit you don't appreciate
Me switching states, working hard, meetin dates,
You were thinking everything was sweet piece of cake
Well that all changed, what we had was big
but you're gonna miss the small things
and that little cash I spent that was small change
but above all things i still love you
just gotta do my own thing.
[Chorus:]
I'll go, I'll never come back
Now when you call.. I never call back
'cause I got a new girl, yeah I got a new girl
Everything was all good, .. then went all bad
And no I don't think about the times that we had
'cause I got a new girl, yeah I got a new girl.

They say the boy sick and they can't diagnose my symptoms
Went and seen the doctor trynna find me a prescription
Told him since the early teen all I see the color green
He say it ain't nothing wrong probably wasn't listening
Listening, Out of town where any of the paper be
Grandma tell me go to church somebody need to pray for me
So I leave and go and see the preacher he said holy smoke
See I'm nothing like you my pockets got the holy ghost
From that side of town where you can get for the shorty loow
Fuck about a price tag everythings affordable
And my homie told me if you a nigga be a rich one
Why you on ya ass if you ain't got no money get sum
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Get some get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Get some get some
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
If the streets no anything about me they know that I'm a ball
Different city everynight I'm a star
And I don't need a piece I want it all
Tell em all
If the streets no anything about me they know that I'm a ball
Every night a different chick in my car
And I don't need a piece I want it all
Tell em all
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Get some get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
I wake up and think of bout how to get my paper
Then roll some and stink up say hi to all you haters
No teacher can school me I'm smart but not a scholar
Shit if I was a book Id be all about a dollar
I never had a job or something that I majored
I've been hustling since a cub had a buzz like a pager
You straight from the path and I'm on one that's narrow
Dacasein muchavo that mucho deniro
Fresh like a Pharaoh My clothes come from Caro
The beat kick like Bruce lee my flow some like Paro
(Like PARO?) Like Paro and ain't afraid to spend it
That mean I'm getting money if you ain't got yours get it
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Get some Get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it

[Wiz Khalifa]
Money, money, money
It’s young Khalifa man
And I got money, hoes, money and hoes
I got money, hoes, money and hoes
Big money talking to you
Muthaf-cker thats cause big money bought it to you
I’ll be stuntin while them little n-ggas sayin’ nothing
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
High ceilings, high hoes, high prices for my clothes and I don’t even pay for it
Barely no major shit
Need a bitch, take a bitch, straight back to that big crib
Let you roll some rapper weed, put you on some new shit
Hit this weed, I show you how I do this
My excuse is I’m in Cali so my smoke’s highly exclusive
And my bitch bad, my money’s through the roof
Your money short you looking mad
You Danny Bonaduce bitch
I’m jumpin’ in my coupe
I’m rollin’ something that taste like fruit
And I hear them n-ggas talkin’ shit but theres nothing much that they can do
When I got a bitch in your city, you should try when you see her
Never trippin’ on no hoes, n-gga what you thought we gettin’ money over here
I’m ballin’ hard, my n-ggas in the same game
I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing
I’m throwin’ signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
I’m on the team, it’s lookin like I gang bang
I’m rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing
I’m smokin’ weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I’m throwin signs it’s looking like I gang bang
[Big Sean]
I tell a bitch bow down to a muthaf-cking G hoe
I work hard, I drink slow
But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey cause I’m a cheapo
Sippin’ on Pinot Grigio, really hoe, got everything like I got me a genie hoe, yeah
My car look like a building, diamonds dancing on top of my wrist
Bitch I’m ten feet tall when I’m standing on top of my dick
You a sucker hoe, sucka hoe
I’m success, I feel like a million dollars, bitch I’m up next
Money in my hand, I don’t need no hand out
And they all got their hands up cause they f-ck with me hands down
And the car I push got more tent than a camp round
And my picture always on your bitch background
Like Prada, it’s just me and Cyhi
Young enough to be your son, but she call me big papa
She gave me her oh nana, now disappear like tada
She smoking on that Tada, now who the f-ck gon stop her
[Wiz Khalifa]
I’m ballin’ hard, my n-ggas in the same game
I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing
I’m throwin’ signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
I’m on the team, it’s lookin like I gang bang
I’m rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing
I’m smokin’ weed, my bitch smoke the same thing

Eah, it's Young Khalifa Man, yeah, Taylor Gang over everything
Champagne, paper planes, bitch takin' off her wedding ring
Leave with us you'll never be the same, makin' money in major ways
[Hook x2: Wiz Khalifa]
If I got it then I'm a spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain't gotta say nothin' about us right in front of you
I do all of that shit them niggas don't do
Pop another bottle, I'm a roll this weed up, I'm so G'd up, G'd up
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, big-face digits, whips ain't rented
Walk inside the bank bitch I'm Ben Frank friendly
Big cake piled up on my plate shit endless
Throw it in her face watch the bitch make wishes
Walk inside the club, bottles of that liquor
Groupies actin' up, dyin' to get a picture
Rose and Patron, Kush be my cologne
Shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled
All my diamonds clean, all I count is cheese
Walkin' on a dream while you tryin' to intervene
On top of that money, them haters in-between
Smokin' sour seem you can smell it on her weave
Smell it when I leave, niggas catchin' feelings
OG Kush prescription keep me way over the buildin'
Ridin' in my ride, bangin' in my system
High as Whitney tryin' to find a way to get a million
[Hook x2: Wiz Khalifa]
If I got it then I'm a spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain't gotta say nothin' about us right in front of you
I do all of that shit them niggas don't do
Pop another bottle, I'm a roll this weed up, I'm so G'd up, G'd Up
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, know I'm smokin' sour you can smell it down the hall
Learned this as a youngin', what you sell could get you far
Captain of my team, tell you how to ball
Ain't a game I put that on my marijuana jar
Breakfast on the plane, smell like alcohol
Diamonds in my chain, muscle in my car
Live a movie scene, hundred-dollar jeans

Adjust my louie v vision, follow up in the spot
As long as me and my gang get in
Hey nigger I came with came to spend chips
On popping champagne and tipping waitresses
G'd up, what you think this is?
Quit your feet up, it's the fast life mama speed up
... the corp, roll the weed up
Nowadays and fuck them with bar
Still nothing changed but the horses in my car
Usually ain't in to showing hoes where I live
But tonight we gonna go to my crib
Be on your toes, your boy... smell the weed on your clothes
He don't know what I did, chop you off at you...
... plus your nigger calling, think he starting to catch quinn
Look at your phone, press n, can't... of what he doesn't know
Plus you figure we're both grown come on
[Chorus]
Money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me
That's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
... leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you let me fill your cup then find our way home
After life I'm living, rooftop you gonna need but not killer vision
Order a few shots and them things that you say you do not
Do you prolly gonna give in
Say as long I call it statement for the mission
To get you high as you want, break dress code skip the lines to the top
Ride top down... soon as the dooby get down, roll another one
Hard as... a couple... you bring my brother one
The bitches can't roll weed, I ain't fucking with them
That's just real shit, spend vegas chips, all expense paid trips
Buy the champagne and spill a well save a sip
And you're here with me in vip taking risk home girl saying shit like rose my favorite
Plus I'm rolling about this weed you ever smell
... your hair,... your nail, she under a spell
[Chorus]
Money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me
That's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
... leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you let me fill your cup then find our way home
[Chorus]
Money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me
That's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
... leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song

flyer then ever rep taylor gang were thee higher the better
my lines are clever and all my dime dimes or better
i buy my cheese mozerella chains like the old rockafella
i know you girls are free but youll never beat acapella
i got it locked and hella sewn. and aint need no help i did it on my own
oughta be a pilot all the places that ive flown
if they made another me be a million dollar clone
haters gone hate the bitches say i moan
my moneys like my hair now its gettin kinda long uuh
comin up people swore they seen us now im rich need a chick bad as kanyes phoenix
so roll up please and flex we trust let them lames be lame we gone just be us uh

Well, I'm gonna make a lot of money, make a lot of money,
Then I'm gonna quit this, quit this crazy scene!
Well I'm a quit this crazy scene
Cause being famous ain't all what they make it to be
But back then y'all this was my favorite dream
But now, I wouldn't hesitate I would leave
Cause I'm a
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
Oh, well I guess got problems,
I dropped out of school
Ain't think about college.
So my apologies to my mother and father
To be a stubborn ever since I was a toddler.
Well I'm a quit this crazy dream
Cause when I hit the stage all the ladies scream
And when I pass by they all waving at me
But I be getting tired, y'all pray for me.
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
Oh yeah, you said it could be worst?
Oh here, step into my shoes,
Put yourself in my shirt!
I'm only human y'all so we all gotta work
But sometimes I wonder why I even came to this Earth
I'm a:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
Sometimes I just feel hopeless
Pacin' back and forth, man I can't even focus
So I'm always smokin' in the booth recordin'
Cause my mind races
Like Jeff Gordon
I'm a
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
It ain't supposed to be so hard
I always said I'd quit if it felt like a job
I'd rather be pissed than pretend that I'm not
And try to play along with the whole facade
I wanna:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
It ain't a question to me
Look at me
I know what I'm destined to be
This is spiritual y'all
I'm wrestlin' beasts
But pretty soon
I'll be restin' in peace
I'm a:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Come y'all, y'all actin' like I can't feel you
I can look in your eyes and tell you what you done been through
And I could give a fuck because I got bigger issues
So at this point in my life
How can I get through?
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Look
A lot of haters attack but
It's my job to speak the truth on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'm a:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Oh, how can I not?
... niggers the game, when game is all I've got.
The car of your dreams we're pushing off the...
I'm smoking the most expensive pot.
Baby I'm trying to:
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.
Well, I'm not quitting,
I bought my niggers...
Trying to tell them before
For some reason or another
They will not listen,
Tell the driver we smoke and raise the bar...
[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this

[Curren$y:]
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not really, but that's the way the weed got me feeling
Got a low rise in Venice
Mami you got the vision and I see it HD
And it couldn't be any clearer
You should be with Spitta
And you know that this your chance, don't blow it like birthday candles
Good guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals
It's not a secret, I prefer my girls in sneakers, never sandals
Posing naked in only a pair of Nike Vandals
Bottles pop, back to back
Extra large chronic sack
Cellphone, camera's out
Mama I remember that
Anytime I look at that
I go to wondering where you at
So baby where you at
With it
I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
And maybe we get back up in a minute
[Chorus: x2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying on the seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Listen, if you with it, get in
What you sipping
Hit it out of the park
That's if you pitching
First you look at me wrong
Like uh uh, no he didn't
Then you turn into rubbing on me
You start to give in, get it
By the beach, watching tennis
Crack another bottle of Perignon
Louis V carry-ons when you visit
Sending all them singles in your sidekick sentence
Then I reply like be there in a minute
Just put me and Curren$y on your friend list
The weed come from a village
Truck tire, sour diesel scented, that's real shit
From smelling this she wanna see how the cigar taste
We lighting reefer bumping 808's & heartbreaks
Skinny broad but out them jeans she got a heart shape
Skip the movie date and take her to the horse race
And let you bet it all keep the winnings
Young entrepreneur give you the business, dig it (Yeah)
[Chorus: x2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying on the seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it

[Intro - wiz khalifa]
Yeah! all this louis vuitton
I see clearly now
Ocean view, you deserve it
I do this for you
[Verse 1 - wiz khalifa]
Say the trees couldn't get better
Need this sort of weather
70 degrees, your drinks come with umbrellas
Cutting off my phone, ignoring important texts
And email messages. say I do it big
I can't do it less than this
Them other niggas talking shit
She ain't impressed with them
Got the spins. and we been up for a minute
That explains all the trips I invested in
It's funny how all the fussing and fighting
Turn around into us fucking and flying
Every night I'm on the road you
Call me up and you crying. was worried about
Them bitches, now you too busy picking diamonds
And don't you worry about them prices
Cause if you want it I got it and I'mma pay for it
The good weed's lit, the champagne's poured
Order whatever you want if you got a taste for it
It's every girl's dream, but you awake for it
[Hook]
Fly you to where I am
I'll fly you!
[Verse 2 - wiz khalifa]
And you know how it goes
I go harder than a bitch - pardon my french
But I go hard for this. you never had to see me
On the starving artist shit, but mama
When you caught me cheating thought that you would
Call it quits. knew fucking with me that
You was taking all the risks
So you ain't trying to get bent
Saying I'll be straight and you'll be the one
Hurting in the end. and that's no good!
Just tryna put you on the game like a coach would...
Everything going just how it should, now your friends
Jealous. they hating on us. but we so far they can't
Tell us. we living like it was made for us
When you're ready, give me a call and I'll be waiting on it
All you gotta do is hit me when you land
And I'll pick you up from the airport
And take you straight to the villa where I stay
In resorts. 5-star suites, spend weeks at the day spa
Mama keep your day job, I'mma...
[Hook]
Fly you to where I am
I'll fly you!
[Verse 3 - wiz khalifa]
And no matter where we go, you
Say you never been
She in love, cause I keep it g
Not cause of g's that I spend
But I do spend g's on expensive weed
Vintage sneaks and hotel room keys
Can't afford dates, spend a whole week

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
I had a dream that the whole World was staring at me
I woke up and wasn't no one there
Wasn't no one there, yeah eh eaah
Same song to a different beat
Cause really sometimes I feel like I'm the only one there
I guess nobody cares, hey
But everything's good until it goes bad
And your gonna tell all the people about the fun you used to have
It hurts when it don't last
No easy way saying bye
Do I'mma spread my wings and head for the sky
And I fly solo
And I fly solo
And I fly solo
And I fly solo
And I...
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
I'm tired of being tired
And dealing with your BS,
All the while supplying
The money for your request
Without me you're a dime
But with me you're a buck fifty, haha
I can get another one quickly
But I'd rather wade it out
Take the broken pieces try and fix it
Or you could let your pride over weigh the right decision
And I'll be in the sky you can pay your boy a visit
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
Remember what you said
But what you say to me aint guaranteed to always be the Gospel
I was doing good way before I met you
Now you're off the set
And I'mma let you see the show go on without you
Take a bow...think about it
And hopefully we could be friends but I really doubt it
See you be catching feeling's now and I be catching planes
The story of my life, you're just another page,
[Chorus 2]
But everything's good until it goes bad
And your gonna tell all the people about the fun you used to have
It hurts when it don't last
No easy way saying bye
So I'mma spread my wings and head for the sky
And I fly solo
And I fly solo
And I fly solo
And I fly solo
And I...
[Outro]
I had a dream that the whole World was staring at me (staring at me)
I woke up and wasn't no one there (no one there)

[Chorus]
We in the party burning up the weed smoke, weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant party
Burning up the weed smoke (weed smoke)
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Keepin’ it G and sticking to the plan
Of gettin’ rich and burying all my money in the dessert sand
Got no stroke of luck I played my hand (played my hand)
Man I’ve been up for hours fingers tired from rollin’ every gram
ANd now my cheese aint just American
Cause I get overseas money
Every where I go somebody scream for me
Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas thinking
How the f-ck could you hate this
Half of these people aint real, niggas shape shift
Thats why I’m smoking OG til I’m weightless
Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate but f-ck what they say
Cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail, I think its time you fired everyone hired to help ya
Gettin’ all this bread, wanna know why
Could tell ya, other than that
[Chorus]
[Curren$y - Verse 2]
Yeah, OG, got third seasons of baby?
BC make cake from CD’s, mixtape shit for free
Either way I go 100%, all gang
48 minutes no bench sitting at all man
Y’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
But we ahead of you
Due these medical power laws preserve jaws open
Urb and ? I’m quotin’ ?
All hit pages I wrote it for your speakers to smoke it
Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest
In the ? see how far back I’ve been quoted
And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen
I aint mad though, I’m glad though
Thought I’d feel a little bit different being a dad yo
Yeah bro
Wiz smoked out the BET awards
I wrapped up my Jet Life tour
Thats why them bitches roll that weed for us
[Chorus]
[Big Sean - Verse 3]
They wanna roll like me
Cause I’m living life like its no police
Or I’m overseas
I’m watching no smoking signs just rollin’ weed
Cause it’s the muthaf-ckin life when you roll with G’s
Dissin’ these bitches, you entertained
You tell her you love her too, I tell her she’s out her brain
I’m on the road to the millies, I started on Penny lane
I got a band wagon it’s packed, you might wan’ hop on a train
At the top so now her top all off
Never pay hoes, I only pay cops off
And tell these niggas they gotta take that disguise off
I’m from Detroit we eat ya little hoes alive with hot sauce
F-cking bitch
I might come a little tardy though
Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke
You niggas rollin up barney bro
I’m all green as the safari’s go
You bitches already know
[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh uh uh uh my friends roll lexus and benzs and spend instrumendous uh like those endless business niggas from the start was already hot no prob openin shop the flow ready rock so many tryna knock my hustle half of ya'll don't ain't even got no hustle I'm into livin good so I bring heat with the flow just how a nigga should come between me and my dough I wish a nigga would roll O's and cigarillos my black rim low the way I stack indo attract nymphos cats sick tho to impress by how that honey walk me I'm trying come up on some ways to make that money talk sink or swim I'm a hungry shark and I want it all cribs and a foreign car all tomorrow I could be gone tomorrow that's why I grind like it's my last day hundred fuckin roaches in my ash tray.
[Chorus:]
Now I know I ain't livin right... but it feels good [x4]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh huh uh my weed kicks like jet lee flicks test me kid slap shots like gretzky hits the best kept secret yes he is the cats out the bag I puff puff and I pass you dumbfucks and I laugh what you hatin for why you just standing outside what you waitin for I'm blowin on and 8th or more touring for my paper boy before I hit the club I need a blunt a two a three a four bad bitches thirsty for stars with mad riches wanna ride with em rest they head on televisions I don't bag bitches they hop in you just follow and you bag bitches you're not a pimp I was schooled by the best of em now they cuttin checks for him ain't gettin money then it's prolly for the rest of them somethin like a legend when I? what I wrote be in the big cloud from the blunts that I smoke...

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa/ Game]
And the kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don't stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can't stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
[Verse 1: Game]
Smokin' that Buddah fillin'
Blowin' that Kudda illin'
I'm runnin' through the millions
I'm sittin' roofless chillin'
Koolaid in the polar bear
They flockin' cause they know it's there
Money game, money straight
Like Joe Key and Noah had
That's no bullshit, game time
Make you niggas change minds
Forfeit, or consume a full clip
Nigga like me eatin' small fish
With your bitch watchin' Swordfish
Niggas can't ignore this
You can't afford this, extravagant shit
We Louie Gucci Birkin baggin' this shit
Bag of the piff
Hot-boxin' in the back of the six
With Jimi Hendrix on, immaculate shit
Long way from Compton
Where we used to bag it in shifts with mags and the clips
Hurricane, right back on the shit
Back on the block with a package of spliffs
From blowin' cats, it's the Wiz, what it is
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, you niggas want kush? We got ounces
Corgies we got pounds, clips we got rounds
Hundred thousand dollars when I skip through your town
Baller shit, don't even want a piece, man, we want all of it
Thirty thousand on the piece where my collar sit
Went so hard in the middle, East don't know what to call this shit
Now I'm buyin' up all the champagne
Drinkin' away all of my problems, bitch
Might sound crazy
But I just left the private plane, promoter paid 100k
And I ain't even stay the whole day
Hit the crib, bought a pound and smoked the whole thing
That Givency Men's collection, copped the whole thing
Not to mention all these diamonds in my gold ring
Made it to the top with nobody knowin'
Niggas say they safe, but nobody's showin'
Man he beats this shit, but nobody flowin'
Old Versace shit, the newest Rick Owens
If I'm rollin' it, you know that it's potent
With the Game and we smokin'
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Stat Quo]
Hah, it's self-explanatory how we get it
Roll the purp in a plane ticket
Stat hop to that money, but I don't ribbit
Post playa ball, nice in the pivot, Jays on but I fuck with Pippin
Kays on when them niggas trippin'
Uh, pools of your partner blood, ya boy stay slippin'
Never tippin', stay sippin'
Court side, Blake Griffin
Stay missin', stackin' fitted while you niggas stay bitchin'
Coka and Boca, the kush of them strokers
Grand daddy and oova, blow that smoke to Jehovah
Four-fifty my motor, use your bitch for my chauffeur
I encoded the cobra, mark priced the Rover
T-top in the Trans, hit the gas and it's over
Bitch please, this is how we get them hoes the doja
I got shooters, I know growers from Vancouver
Plus I'm cooler than the cooler at your grandmomma's picnic
Bitch you?
Somethin' chill from Brazil, on the L
With Wiz and Game, my life is like Corona commercials
Family matters, Kevin Love at you Urkles
That's them wolves, niggas
They here to reverse birth you
Murk you, lights out no curfew
Bitch ain't stoppin' 'till my unborn seed's seed is rich
Or 'till Jesus sit right next to me and smoke 'till the seasons switch, my nigga

The fans takin pictures of me
Can't keep these bitches off me
Police up and down the street, but I'm still spliffin homie
Breeze keep a glicker on em, do a nigga wrong boy
Niggaz want my head now that my money gettin long boy
More than Just a song boy, thinkin I'm just rappin to you
Niggaz keep they ratchet, this is real shit that can happen to you
Come out here and ask em do you, know about the nigga Wiz
Ever heard of rostrum records, know who Kev the hustla is
So bitch act like ya know me
A youngin bro, but my dough stack like I'm grownin
I'm the black steve austin,
I pull up and I stunna
And do just what I wanna, drunk and full of marijuana
Your shine low,
I'm somethin like a high beam, gotta be as high as me, to see things how I see
I don't even drive no more, I let the
Ho's ride me
After I see ID
Ain't goin kelly rob me
I'm just bein honest, bein modest I dun tried bein,
But niggaz hate it so I throw it in they faces
Let em get outta line we goin show em to they places
These shots ain't straight up, they come with a couple chasers
And the baddest hoes chase us
I'm runnin to the money,
In the back dime bitch up in my lap gettin blunted
Ya dugg?
The work raw so I'm coppin now for old money
Hustlin since I was born and think you gettin old money
Look dummy, see I'm all
About a meal to gain
Youngin off the porch for that young money like lil wayne
And all this smoke got my eyes on yao ming
Street pharmaceutical, damn shoot it and shoulder lean
I'm only bout that green, weed, and currency
Ignorant flow, no I never
Show em courtesy
Cause I'm a star too, doin what the stars do, roll em back to back and then I climb to the stars whoa!
Yeah you
Thought the boy was slippin but I wasn't
I connect like the movies get it cheaper by the dozen
Gotta freak with some cousins
They be always on call
Like the wnba them ho's love balls
I got em trained like 1, 2 suck and blow
Ice box cold wrist, wiz roll another

[Chorus:]
I am in the air
All I want is the money
And I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder
Mind on a million
Taylor gang in the planes
You know we over the building
They ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize game
I should be lookin familiar
If they ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize a G
I should be lookin familiar
Party and chillin'
And fast living it
How I'm supposed to, now the choice is given
I chose to, leave the club with a couple of hoes who
Love to smoke trees rolling the easy rider papers
Maintain a low speed
Now shall I proceed?
Come from a city where niggaz ain't got a lot
But got it locked
So I be low key, uh
Money hoes clothes, is all a nigga knows
Don't bring a nug, I blow it by the O
I hit the road, cause shit is exactly how it seems
While cats been sleepin on me
I've been living out my dream
The marijuana's liable but my surroundings are serene
I'm laughin' and smokin'
Hopin' my camera catch the scene
Fresh up off the plane
Flick another paper
Shorty wanna ride with me
As bad as I wanna take her
Put you in demand
Bitches taken flicks with the planes
And send them to their friends
Weed to grind
Mind on a million
And we over the building
[Chorus:]
I am in the air
All I want is the money
And I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder
Mind on a million
Taylor gang in the planes
You know we over the building
They ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize game
I should be lookin familiar
If they ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize a G

Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
... bringing my car so... to bring me plates
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
He celebrating buying drinks, we celebrating buying drinks
Sean Khalifa man,.. yeah, tell a gang or die
Saw you at the bar with another leg... thinking you can bring it out
Stupid is... hit the door, hit the floor, all she started
Before I know I got a bad... up in my car
I throw out my cigar, hit the gas and I'm gone
She know where it is so they don't need to ask for the door
A glass of patrol, off this bottle, got your ass... I'm gonna make it hot
Girl you don't forget it, I tell her, what you tell her?
I could make you famous, I could make you famous
You're the smart type and darling I could make you major
Wanting all my kids to hall, put me away the neighbors
She lick her lollipop and I'm her favorite...
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
... bringing my car so... to bring me plates
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
He celebrating buying drinks, we celebrating buying drinks
If he see a river from which... a custom tilt
Flash them lights when I pull out, I'll have you telling out
Little... about the car, about the crib
And how they done it, do you, do you understand?
And you ain't like what I'm saying girl, am I the only one?
But I'll make you my own girl, call your phone, when I click
We... for the cameras lights, what can I say but
My life is like a movie, my life is like a movie
And I can have you but that's not... like it should be
I do these things magazines movie scenes
And you a top model, news queen
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
... bringing my car so... to bring me plates
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
He celebrating buying drinks, we celebrating buying drinks
Got this money why waste it? Why waste it?
Hot your girly so thirsty mine can taste it
Say I'm flashy, come inside my spaceship
As the... spaceship, right now
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
... bringing my car so... to bring me plates
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
He celebrating buying drinks, we celebrating buying drinks
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
... bringing my car so... to bring me plates
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
He celebrating buying drinks, we celebrating buying drinks

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Kush land
Yea Buddy
You Already know
Taylor Gang
Taylor Made
Taylor Made
Money Gang
Yeaa, Bitch
(Laugther)
The World Turns (World Turns)
The Kush Burns (Burns)
I touch Paper
More Paper Than a Bookworm (a Bookworm)
So Look Learn
All I Need's My Cake
A Blunt and A Pretty Face
Then I'm Straight Like a Good Perm (Good Perm)
And Her Swag So Official (Uhhh)
Taylor Made Money Gang
I'm the General (I'm The General)
And All My Weed Strong
Like Kimbo Slice (Slice)
Money's the Only Thing I Do Twice (Twice)
I'm In the Fast Lane
Yellow Chain, Blue Lights (Yeaa)
And You Gon' Need Shades (Shades)
They Say I'm To Bright (Bright)
Or Shitten On The Game (Shitten on Game)
So Bring Through Wipes (Wipes)
And You Can Clean Up (Up)
And Try To Beat Us (Yeaa)
I'm sure You Niggas is Ballin
That's What They All Say (Say)
But Me Plus Gettin Money
Gon' Equal All Day (All Day)
My Seats [?]
Bitch From The Caribbean
She Say Por Que (Wizzle K H A F...)
Super Fresh and My Swag So Official
Super Fresh and My Swag So Official
And My Swag So Official
Swag Swag, So Official
And My Swag So Official
Swag Swag, So Official, [x2]
(Puerrrr I'm Gone)
The Swag Just Left The Room (Room)
And I ain't Impressed
Got You Feelin Underdressed (Yeaa)
Any Time You Find Him In The Building
I'm a Threat
Got Some Gucci Chuck Tay's (Tay's)
You ain't Seen Yet (Ya ain't Seen Yet)
Yellow Ice, So I May Seem Fresh (Yeeea)
But If you Did What I'm Doin
Nigga, You'd Be Feelin Spoiled Rotten (Rotten)
In My City I Got Pull (I Got Pull)
So Don't Tug
Or Get Drugged
Through The Mud Probably
Like My Weed Rolled (Rolled)
I Stay Done Properly
I Put My Team on (on)
And Now We Own Property (Yeeeeaaaa)
And My Swag So Official
No Magazines, So My Cash Not a Issue (Nahhhhh)
Tell the Ref To Throw the Flag
Blow the Whistle
Cause Your Style's Out of Date
That's a Foul on the Plate
And Your Words Don't Hurt
Cause I'm Flyin Out the Way
What You Make a Month
I Probably Spent Today (Day, Puerrrr)
Super Fresh and My Swag So Official
Super Fresh and My Swag So Official
And My Swag So Official
Swag Swag, So Official
And My Swag So Official

Now i don't mean to be rude
But every since I ran into you
I've been thinking about things I wanna do
I told you I've got a room, well
You said you tryna come through
And if ya girl trippin' than bring her too
Cause I, I aint gon' wait all night long
Ain't gon' wait all night long
Ain't gon' wait all night long
Cause I, I aint gon' wait all night long
Ain't gon' wait all night long
Ain't gon' wait all night long
One for the money, two for the show
Three rooms, four chicks who brought pounds to smoke
Five times in your city, now your town should know
Six bottles waiting, Seven time
And you know me, I'm VIP smoking tropical
Love the way my diamond shining like Mop and Go
Take off, take off
She ready for take off
The more you wear to the club the more you gotta take off
And I live fast like the brakes off
Bigger cake in my bank bitch, bake-off
Your pockets on E, weight loss
My goons on top of the beef, steak sauce
And when I'm in the club I blind them hoes like Ray Charles
Used to be your old lady but you got laid off
Take off, take off
She ready for take off
The more you wear to the club the more you gotta take off
Now i don't mean to be rude
But every since I ran into you
I've been thinking about things I wanna do
I told you I've got a room, well
You said you tryna come through
And if ya girl trippin' than bring her too
Cause I, I aint gon' wait all night long
Ain't gon' wait all night long
Ain't gon' wait all night long
Cause I, I aint gon' wait all night long
Ain't gon' wait all night long

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
Foreign cars, thats errday
A million off a tour, thats errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin’ this money livin’ large in every way
(Smokin’ dope) thats errday
(Run through yo doors) thats errday
(Pullin’ hoes) thats errday
(Get money mo’) thats errday
(Smokin dope) thats errday
(Run through yo doors) thats errday
(Pullin’ hoes) thats errday
(Get money mo’) thats errday
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Rappin’ ass n-gga
There go Wiz he a rappin’ ass n-gga
I’m in a Benz gettin’ brain from a centerpiece
Before you can mention my name I need 10 at least
I know they hate ’cause of the paper that a n-gga see
Light a J and say a prayer for my enemies
Yeaa, made men, bunch of made ass n-ggas
When you paid then you with some paid ass n-ggas
I heard that money grow on trees so I grew one
Left my old b-tch at home, got a new one
Said that I quit drinking but I’m back at it
I said that I quit drinking but I’m back at it
Yo b-tch leaving with us n-gga thats tragic
The roof go in the trunk thats magic
She rollin’ weed and she dont even smoke
Come to your job and make it flood you goin’ need a boat
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus] ((Juicy J)
Foreign cars, thats errday
A million off a tour, thats errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin’ this money livin’ large in every way
(Smokin’ dope) thats errday
(Run through yo doors) thats errday
(Pullin’ hoes) thats errday
(Get money mo’) thats errday
(Smokin dope) thats errday
(Run through yo doors) thats errday
(Pullin’ hoes) thats errday
(Get money mo’) thats errday
[Juicy J - Verse 2]
I’m 20 years in and I still win
Hangin’ with the Taylors drinkin’ Gin and I’m dancin’
Sunday I will ride the Bugatti, Monday I ride Benz
Any chick and all of her friends you know Im tossin’
Big money spend, lil’ money fold
You got 1 grill, Juicy got 4
Only club that I like gotta have poles
Only f-ck with model chicks but I play with hoes
My mansion sittin’ on 40 acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
An Aston Mar’ through the hood I dont need no waiver
‘Cause if you n-ggas get wrong, I’ma see you later
Blaooow, blaoow, bloaw
[Chorus]
Foreign cars, thats errday
A million off a tour, thats errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin’ this money livin’ large in every way
(Smokin’ dope) thats errday
(Run through yo doors) thats errday
(Pullin’ hoes) thats errday
(Get money mo’) thats errday
(Smokin dope) thats errday
(Run through yo doors) thats errday
(Pullin’ hoes) thats errday

Yup... it's all raw
Motion right here no paper no none of that
I must b dreaming, yea I must b dreaming,
Yea cus
I got the cars got the clothes got the money n the hoes and the way I see that ain't gon change,
I must b dreaming, yea I must b dreaming,
Yea cus
I got the cars got the clothes got the money n the hoes and the way I see that ain't gon change,
I must b
I wake up early in the morning to a fat blunt, a phone full of miss calls my shit back'd up,
A flight to catch my shit pack'd up, them superstars u hear about that's us,
The 12s n the trunk hit like a mac truck, I see your bitch it's a wrap like a packd lunch,
My diamonds shining, they motivating, I see u smiling, I know u hatin,
I'm on the road like here there an everywhere, in hollywood eatin god smokin heavy there,
Ain't comfortable unless I got alot of money near, I'm in exclusive shit u got alot of funny gear,
Flat screen tv no glare in em, an all my rooms got king size beds n em, I'm not jus talkin,
That's all it seem an, my lives a movie
I must b dreaming, yea I must b dreaming,
Yea cus
I got the cars got the clothes got the money n the hoes and the way I see that ain't gon change,
I must b dreaming, yea I must b dreaming,
Yea cus
I got the cars got the clothes got the money n the hoes and the way I see that ain't gon change,
I must b
I go to sleep n a new city every night, an pray to god he lookin over me evry flight, a new time zone,
You hear me right, LA to MIA I be ther tonight, then I'm n daygo shopin for new shit,
Eatin at roof chris right cross the cruise ships, hear niggas talkin bout it, I really do this,
U could'ntwalk a mile n these niggas shoes here, car service when I land homie I'm the man,
Don't live the life of a star it's hard to understand, everywhere I go they no my name,
They see me smiling, they no my chain, plus they no I got flow like the sink brah,
Diamond linked up, all my niggas inkd up, alot of starving, I'm out here eating, an making history
I must b dreaming, yea I must b dreaming,
Yea cus
I got the cars got the clothes got the money n the hoes and the way I see that ain't gon change,
I must b dreaming, yea I must b dreaming,
Yea cus
I got the cars got the clothes got the money n the hoes and the way I see that ain't gon change,

[Rap: Wiz Khalifa]
On nights like this
Gotta pour something
Get right like this
They don't write like this
Hear them talk it up
But they ain't quite like this
And I'm light type rich
Hundred on the chain
With the light bright right wrist
And my pipes like vroom vroom
That's why your chick wanna come with him
All my homies ballin above the rim
My pockets bulging a lump sum
You can come if you want
Just bring a friend
[Chorus: 3Oh! 3]
'Cause there's so many fine woman that my head is spinning
And I've lost all feeling everybody's singing like
Hey na na na hey hey na na na na
Hey na na na hey hey na na na na
'Cause there so many fine woman that my head is spinning
And I'm seeing double vision everybody's singing like
Hey na na na hey hey na na na na
Hey na na na hey hey na na na na na
Let's do this outside
Shut down the whole block
Watch the girls drop by like it's a catwalk
We're livin' easy
We got the whole day
And we can go hard don't matter what the cops say
I'm thinking maybe I can't have relationships
'Cause lately they're not making any sense
And baby your the one thing on my mind that can change anytime
[Chorus]
[Verse: Wiz Khalifa]
My red cup overflowing
The bartender tell me stop
I just keep on going
I don't even have to talk about it
I just show it
Umm it's me they want to roll with
Don't need to know her name
Cause now she sleeping in my home
Drink by the case beer glass cup
I'm at the bar spending cash up
And I probably told you this was my last one
But I'm trying to get trashed bro
[3Oh! 3:]
I see not vitals on your EKG
Dead on the dance floor B.O.B
Clap because we need more 3OH! 3
Blowing out your speakers
Hey, na na na
Blowing out your speakers

I'm off that weed boy
Swisher sweets no phillies (yeah)
Young khalifa man, (uh huh)
What up to the whole west coast
I had to do this one man
It's mr. 4-1 uh, yeah
Young guy come to write beats I'm the baddest
Everything tatted
Call me young travis
Taylor gang till the day I get buried
I'm next up to bat watch the game get buried
And don't take that line for something it's not
Cause I don't beef I feed off of hip hop
Rocks in my wrist watch
Blunts with the best smoke
Pittsburgh nigga hit n' rob em on the west coast
Here young boss (boss)
I'm a boss too (too)
I'm what they want (want)
Call me A-1
All my hoes on point like a ray gun (gun)
Got a tattoo on her that say young
And I don't rock jays
Only five o' one jeans and all black chuck tays
And I don't know the game (game)
But I know this beats one of the hardest (yeah)
They should have never got young started
Let's go
Starpower's in the building
Yeah yup, starpower
Yeah yup, starpower
Yeah yup, taylor gang's in the building
Yeah yup, talyor gang
Yeah yup, taylor gang
Yeah yup, taylor gang's in the building
Yeah yup, talyor gang
Yeah yup, talyor gang
Yeah yup, Starpower's in the building
Yeah yup, starpower
Yeah yup, starpower
Yeah yup
What up taylor gang
It's starpower
Wiz khalifa
Problem what up nigga
You know what it is man
We fitting to fly out
I told you niggas I was gonna go in
What you thought?
I was playin?

They say I smoke too much
I say you can't smoke enough in this bitch
Og kush in my eyelids, high as fuck I'm like wireless
Ain't playing a game I'm not childish
Taylor gang we the wildest, taking shots like I'm Irish
Going to shop for that fly shit, if it's private I'm flying it
If I like it I'm buying it, if it's foreign I'm drivin it
If it's potent I'm smoking it
That 69 interior look sexy as hell when you open it
That kush good I might roll a bit, wife happy I'm stroking it
Cover of the source cause my ownership, hating niggas like holy shit
Club promoters like fly him out, die hard fans like pay the man
150k for a show I rub my hands like Birdman
Ripping jeans and taking drags, popping tags and making swag
On the internet everyday and you fuck niggas still make us laugh
I ain't really one to talk shit, but the shit I buy just make us brag
Clothes small but my money long with my gold tooth and my nappy head
Before you see you thinking that's a seat but a nigga like me treat it like a bed
Wake me up when it's time to eat, only nigga in first class
I say fuck you unless I'm with you, though I will probably never diss you want me to roll and smoke with you
Don't lie
I say fuck them other niggas, man I'm down for all my niggas, cause they down to ride
Little nigga say word you ain't ever smoke no fire you ain't never smoke no fire (2x)
Little nigga tell the truth you ain't ever smoke no fire you ain't ever smoke no fire

(Busta Rhymes)
Got these niggas saying
Shit ain't even logical to do the shit I do now
Lets celebrate the impossible,
Glasses up, the respect
Is unbelievable, arsenal, and beat the street
With bars til niggas lay in the hospital, in
Case you didn't know everything about me
Phenomenal and the way these niggas talk
Everything about it is comical
What is even more comical is what you'll
Read in an article
I broke your face for talking you should have been more responsible
You need to learn I ain't tryna stop basic,
Watch them choke when I'm pulling up in a
Spaceship, when I float you see how we ball
Until we wasted, mad because I poked your
Broad I'm beggin to taste it, appreciate this
Art and this bosciat that I painted,
Embraced a lot of love, but I love embracing
The hatred, you niggas is defue from me
Leavin' it mutalated, pardon my delay and all
Of this greatness you ever waited
(Chorus)
Now when I'm looking at the game I'm saying
Shit doesn't change, shit doesn't change, these
Nigga going out their way, but I'm just staying
The same, staying the same, you probably
Thinking that you seen somebody like me
Before, somebody like me before, but I'm a G
And they don't make em' like me anymore, like
Me anymore
(Wiz Khalifa)
Uh, the nerve of these niggas, talkin' shit about
Me cause I'm on the top, I ain't even heard of
These niggas, smokin' kill just to murder these
Niggas, want beef cause I gor bread, I guess
You wear bargains be nigga, they say I'm the
Event currently, but my niggas in the cut like
Surgery, in the cut like surgery, and all my
Breakfast, lunch, and dinners get served to me,
You sayin' I ain't the realest that's perjury, I'm
Smokin' out with my niggas up on that top floor
Of the villa lookin' out for those be tryna copy
Us, oh you ain't about those dollars, huh
I guess that mean we can't chop it up, chop it
Up, carry on poppin', 30K for watches, I grinded
For what I got, my nigga, losing is not an
Option, not an option, just look at all this new
Shit that I'm rockin', that I'm rockin', don't
Know what you doing, you should stop then,
Should stop then
(Chorus)
Now when I'm looking at the game I'm saying
Shit doesn't change, shit doesn't change, these
Nigga going out their way, but I'm just staying
The same, staying the same, you probably
Thinking that you seen somebody like me
Before, somebody like me before, but I'm a G
And they don't make em' like me anymore, like

And i'm tryin get the smoke under the roof
And if i'm doing a good job
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
My greatest getting low but I'm still getting high
I f*ck around since crazy
The mie seem slow but time still going by
Hey oh i forgot to mention my girlfriend stripping
And my homies ain't acting the same
Well, as long as their papers ain't grindies i'm taking my time
And i'm roll my weed, and take one to the break
One ..perfect ..i love it
Hook:
And i'm ..stuntin tell em roll something is bigger is nothing
..my part is swalling everywhere i go yeah i'm loaded
..stuntin but tell em something nigga it's nothing
I'ma money bank kind of funny
Btu i'm still getting fly
And i'm i don't' got the best will but them hoes still
jump inside yeah yeah
Oh and i forgot to mention my best friend strippin
And i'm doing all that i can
Hey as long as i'm stayin in my ground
There's gonna be haters outside i'm just tryin to take my shine
And in part of the plan
One bro must ,
Hook:
And i'm ..stuntin tell em roll something is bigger is nothing
..my part is swalling everywhere i go yeah i'm loaded
..stuntin but tell em something nigga it's nothing
I guess if you exist i will i'ma twist it feel i ..
The ticket i got it if you need it and you know i will
So we gonna go .. in janada .. a pack of that
Write ..she wrote it all .. so i'ma do it back to back
Got a fact back to back post it ..we got
We be on the .. these going to my nights
Till the ..for young life, king of the zoo
Devin what ti do knockin on tree down ..makc with the zack
Baby girl these down 'cause i'ma .. you smoke ti
I got a lot to say ..different with the pressure fi they know
So the man i say

[Hook]
Purp, purp, purp, purp
Yeah you know I got that purp
Og kush and girl scout cookies
Cherry pie, no not dessert
What up wale
[Verse 1]
Smoking on the finest, got a crib look like a palace
And I'm still prince of the city, so approach me as your highness
Tattoos on my body, in my joint I got exotic
And don't question all the niggas I got posted up behind me, that's that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, yea you know I rep that gang
Diamonds in my watch and I got cuban linx up in my chain
Uh, ok I'm balling like a hooping game
Should go on you lames but I got songs to do with snoop today
Money getting stupid, I'm still rolling weed on my ipad
And these niggas mad that I'm doing good and they fucked up so that's my bad
I love champagne so 30 thousand that's my tag
Out in vegas nigga roll some weed when you play this
[Bridge]
I got weight, weight, weight, weight
Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight
[Hook]
Purp, purp, purp, purp
Yeah you know I got that purp
Og kush and girl scout cookies
Cherry pie, no not dessert

Yeeh
It's young Khalifa man, I know I say that before every song but that's really actually who the fuck I am so
Uh [x2]
Damn it feels good to be a Taylor
To rock camo shorts, chuck tee and smoke papers
Weed comin' in all flavors,
Fall up in the spot as long as the champagnes there
Couple pretty hoes I don't know their name here
Smell the weed, see two fingers know my gang near
Yeh you ballin' but they ain't cheer
I guess they tired of rootin' for the same players
Real nigga's run up on me at my shows, hoes show me love, promoters give me plane fare,
I'm somewhere at the top I'm planning on stayin' there
Mouth full of kush ridin' in my favorite pair
And this is for anyone who scene a nigga vision from the begining realize that you made it clear
Laugh now fly later, damn it feels good to be a taylor.
And that's what it is man, taylor gang or die
Damn it feels good to be a taylor
So ya'll just catchin' on it'sall good
You know I fucks with all my Taylors
Taylor gang world wide
You know I had to do somethign strictly for the fans
I'm workin' on my album right now
I made kush and orange juice go through the roof
I'm smokin' some sour kush,
I'm smokin' one got another one rolled,
(It's really go sour)
Seein' tickets to every show so
They won't sleep till we let them know
(So roll up, you know)
Now they repin' taylor gang everywhere we go
(Do what we do)
I'm smokin' one got another one rolled,
(Keep it Taylor man)
Seein' tickets to every show so (2010)
They won't sleep till we let them know
(This years almost over so next year)
Now they repin' taylor gang everywhere we go
We just gonna' be doin' the same shit but like on a higher level
And that was a weed joke
(Na-hahahahaha)
Let's go
Jerm I see you
Yah you thought I was goin' in the song without sayin' what's up to Jerm
That nigga Taylor Gang
Whaddup Bill
All my twitter follows man
Straight up
Everyone hit me up on youtube

[Chevy Woods]10-4 am I coming through clear
Just give me bout a month or two and I'll be right here
Tryna avoid police in riot gear
Heavyweight cash and you just a light year
I got a buzz and thats with no buzz yeah
Couldn't even walk in these shoes right here
And you acting like you don't see all this
Like ooh shit, look at the stones
They flawless, and the bitch that I'm with she gorgeous
I see you giant money, mines enormous
Don't even trip when I'm out I'll be very gone
My pockets fat like the head on Barry Bonds
You sit and chill, stack it up for a rainy day
A n-gga like me gotta pay to play
When I was gettin' it minor, they aint have shit to say
Now they scream cause I get it in a major way
[Hook]I see 'em hatin' cause my paper right, right
I tell 'em hold on
She see all this and wanna stay the night, night
Had nothing like this in so long
She say she wanna ride with a G
So hop up in my passenger girl, we could be gone, gone
Don't ask yourself
Cause you not
[Chevy Woods - Verse 2]You know I got Taylor stripes like Adidas
So these girls go wild like Mardi Gras
On my pimp shit so my pink show when I'm sippin' slow
High chance that them people coming so I'm gettin' low
They all thought they gettin' dough
Who cookin' the pot?
Sweet, potato on the tray, are you living to die?
On some OG Bobby Johnson South Central shit
Nigga, tell me who you really f-cking with
It's the bread man, cash top dead man
From the city where you need a bullet proof headband
Go go gadget the money stretching long
Cash in plastic cause I get it long
What you flip, thats diamonds zig zag money
And what I get,c an't fit it in the bag dummy
Don't ask yourself
Cause you not
[Hook]I see 'em hatin' cause my paper right, right
I tell 'em hold on
She see all this and wanna stay the night, night
Had nothing like this in so long
She say she wanna ride with a G
So hop up in my passenger girl, we could be gone, gone
Don't ask yourself
Cause you not
[Wiz Khalifa - verse 3]Uhh, EZ Wider twisting
Easy Prada slip in's
Niggas tell me I look like Eazy prol cause it's easy for 'em
I'm bobbin' weavin' on 'em, Ali and Foreman
All of my n-ggas ballin' got TGOD across em
Money countin', countin' my dollars
Got no creases on 'em
My weed is awesome, paid the cost now they callin' me the bossman
"You should be more like Khalifa"
Thats what they boss sayin'
But they aint outta style, these niggas all ?
All playin', thrity thousand feet up, rollin' weed up
Try and kill a track I told Jerm's we cut the beat up
These niggas aint heard the best of me
Say she a fan her nigga think she want me sexually
Hoe, get your man
I'm out here gettin it, spendin' it
Spittin' the illest shit you ever heard in your life
Thinkin' to yourself Chevy be killin' shit
Nigga I murder it twice
My money is right
And when my Champagne come, they serving on ice
This the life

And thats a round of applause
Ladies and gentleman
I’d like to shout out Taylor Gang
And shout out my car keys
It’s big business bitch.
[Chevy Woods - Chorus]
I’m just chilling, loc’ing, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly old school shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a Cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke
We gon’ turn this bitch out
[Chevy Woods - Verse 1]
Roll another doobie
Only papers, baby fill it with that ooh-wee
Let a G roll the OG, than roll one for OG
Yeah that’s the homie
Zig zags baby no leaf
Acting like you know the Wizzle man, that’s my homie
If thats gin nigga, pour me
Sippin’ slow, she go down slow like a slow leaf
Cop the car from the dealer
Pulled off thumbs up to the homie Mac Miller
King kong young gorillia, my cup overflow with ? spilla
All day Mr. Count It Up, I lost count I don’t ever think its enough
I get it 100 after 100 so everything you did with that money I done done it
Gone!
[Chevy Woods - Chorus]
I’m just chilling, loc’ing, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly oldschool shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a Cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke
We gon’ turn this bitch out
[Chevy Woods - Verse 2]
Drop top, leather seats
Tape deck playing, she a freak
It aint about money, it aint my language
Don’t know my name in memory of Rick James Bitch!
You know that I’m a Taylor tho?
So to the cops Cartoon George “which way’d he go?”
Shit, n-gga I did blew 80 O’s, the 80′s O’s the 80 mo’
In my lifetime, No Jay Z
Just Oz’s, roll something, smoke weed.
Drink liquor, double cups
No lean in it, f-ck is up.
I tell her “bitch, I be airborne”
Then in a minute in my lap where her hair gone
She Keep it G, she love a n-gga
I tell her chill, I’m f-cking witcha
[Chevy Woods - Chorus]
I’m just chilling, loc’ing, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly oldschool shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a Cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke
We gon’ turn this bitch out
I’ma roll one up, and you should
We gon’ smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood
I’m gon roll one up, and you should
We gon’ smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3]
Uh, best board the time machine bitch
You can write a movie off the shit I done seen
Rolling them Khalifa papers up with all kinds of green
Smoking while I’m rapping n-gga, don’t get no time between
Yeah I came up in the game, it took time you see
I’ll show you how to get your money up and get high as me
Talk to my Dad the other day said he proud of me
My girl says she found 30 racks when she found my jeans
I told her blow it, like her nose was running
What you hatin’ me for fam, get some hoes or something
N-ggas know me for twisting a whole key
F-ck around I might charge you a O or something
I’m a let you hold it and you owe us nothing
Its the shit I be smoking so be carefull how you roll it when you cuffin’
Got a projecter in the crib like nino
N-ggas aint gotta talk about it, we know.
[Chevy Woods - Chorus]
I’m just chilling, loc’ing, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly oldschool shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a Cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke
We gon’ turn this bitch out
I’ma roll one up, and you should
We gon’ smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood
I’m gon roll one up, and you should

Niggas got it fucked up, probably thinking it's a game
I'mma smile and laugh but I ain't playing with them
I'm up all day I work all night I roll a weed I'm on a flight
Soon as a land I'm gonna write I'm on the grind
40 hours 2 shows 3 planes 6 zeros
Flying all around the world like I'm a fucking hero
Pouring it straight out the bottle that's how we drink liquor
And we all from the same hood, that's why we feel the same thing
Life say "If one of our pocket's hurting, we all gonna feel the same pain"
Eyes smoking out the car service police escorting now the dawg nervous
We the bomb searchers, penthouse whole room filled with cash in it
Old school back seat with a stash in it big joint OG mixed with hash in it
And it's TGOD you niggas last minute your flow last year, the swag last fall
You just the last place, you ain't gonna last at all
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You know it's Taylor Gang or die haha word
Uh, fresh out the spot where they selling
You gotta pay them the coop
Ain't no rules out this motherfúcker
Who sold you that book
Bitch we down when it's cracking
Around my way and you know that
Can get more than I ever asked
So be afraid of the go back
Yeah I'm talk and I'm cool moving
No cameras respect the shooters
I'm out on this money train
You don't know about hustle, do you?
It's everything in or nothing
Bitch you know how I get down
You wasn't mad at me before
So why is you mad at me now?
The alcohol got you talking
You do the same things and the Cops
Know conversation know where we playing
Only for money calls only. more lyrics at eliterics
That mean I can't deal with them old games
That you tryna kick this ain't Shinobi
I told her, "baby you thirsty?" She responded I'm cool
Said your wrist it's got water, I told her bitch it's a pool
Feel me gang now but concrete dive in first
But if you owe me money I need my bread first, word
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
What you smoking all night? Aha
What you got in your bag,... ?
The same shit new b¡tch with me,... through fifty
I'm running through the stop lights late night
I told baby girl get your cake right, that kush doesn't taste right
We take it to the hand, all you smeller KK and cookie smoke in the Benz
Where my roof go I stack up quick, while they move slow
White girls in my room I'm smoking while they do blow
Plus life, no crushed ice... my bookie loves life
But fuck it, I like to blow cash I don't talk it's nothing
Two first class flights to the function
Twenty... a hundred twenty grand in the city where the pretty girls dance
And the plants grow, in the warehouse skinny cash
If you pass me bullshit, I'mma laugh, I'm the man no lie baby
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Big house, 4 whips, hella tattoos
Smoke good and ya bitch think I'm bad news
Bout to go nuts, nigga, Cashews
A promoter asked me if I'm booked I say I'm past due
Maserati look mean and it's fast too
Cinderella bout to get that bitch some glass shoes
Niggas acting mushy like cat food
Niggas acting pussy like cats do
Get a little money nigga, that's cool
For putting ya niggas on, yeah you really that dude
Smoking 2 L's, living large
See my watch and wanna know how much it really cost
AP that's an Audemar
Agents callin' bitch I'm ballin' like I'm Stoudemire
Store running out of papers cause I bought em all
Niggas claiming that they Taylor's but they not at all
Not far from the tree that's where the apple falls
Say the wrong words so guys knock ya apple off
No sweetener straight apple sauce
Doing movie roles, rapper slash actor dog
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I'm growing weed up in my car
And getting high
If I die today, remember me like Jimi Hendrix
Butt-ass nekkid covered in all bad bitches
[Chevy Woods:]
Chevy!
I'm praying for you niggas
I put that on my Rosary
Flash like diamonds, tell me what you tryna see
Us high beams?, this a pinky though
Washing machine work, I keep a couple lows
Foreign bitch, she don't even talk
She just drop the money off and got a sexy walk
365, no days off
Shit I'm the reason they say hard work pays off
28 to 56 is what I learn first
Parks Bonifay You see just how that work surf
Oh I'm some big shit, Notorious
Get you some gunplay bastard and glorious
I got the top chopped off riding?
? riding shotgun, oh that's your broad
Bright lights, dead charley?
Ignorant white, Bill O Reilly
[Neako:]
I'm kinda high
They looking for me, I was probably in the sky
I'm always fried when I hop in that double S
I can be there in a minute
Pepsi blue, I'm the ice cube riding in it
Lightly tinted, I be ghost
Blownoing smoke, calling them bitches up
Dick em down when I pick em up
Never keep 'em close
Hit em and then I switch em up
Audemars bruh, Wizzles riding in Pick up trucks
Riding puff bus, tough luck you dumb fucks
Never came up, while we riding on planes bruh
Yeah we counting hundreds
A lot of hundreds, these niggas know that we run it
We never blunted
Smoking them raws cause we raw
Never flaw, fly as you ever saw
Real life we riding real cars
Hustle hard for muscle cars
Fuck the best broads
Blowin' O's at all cost
Natural born stars, what they sayin', yeah!
(Sayin' yeah)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Taylor Gang Or Die

Yeahhh!
That's exactly what I tell these hoes,
[? ] type a brotha,
Fly head to toe. (WOO!)
I gotta lot of swag,
Need a professional.
And get this doggy bag,
Just I'm head to go.
Yeah I rappin,
All the hoes wanna sing to me.
Do a couple things to me.
Make her bring the team to me. (Team to me.)
I don't wanna fuck. (Nope!)
It might seem rude. (It might.)
A little attitude,
Probably gotta mean chew (Wow!)
You a bad bitch,
With a couple bad friends.
I could let you rock the mic,
She could do the ad libs. (Do the ad libs)
They say I'm aggin,
Nah home, I'm gettin paid. (Get money!)
Shine while I'm young,
Balls in the shade. (Shade.)
So ya best, best hop your ass in the ling. (Ling.)
Fix your doobie up, (Up!)
And start to chew me up. (Up!)
You wanna screw me, what? (What?)
Fuck your old man. (Man.)
Gettin top notch, with no hangers. (Nah!)
Two!
Shawty, whatchu doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
I'm all up here cause you lookin right,
You lookin right,
You lookin right.
Keep sayin that chu wouldn't
But I know that chu might,
I know that chu might
I know that chu might.
See I'm tryin to get it chewy tonight,
Tonight,
A good night.
And that's exactly what I tell the bitch, (Beetch!)
Ain't got the time to easy your mind,
I'm on some other shit. (Sheett!)
Know what you're fuckin with? (What?)
A young star, baby!
Ever met a nigga like me? (Nope!)
Not at all, baby. (Yeahhh!)
A coach player,
I could show you how to ball, baby. (Baby.)
And live today,
Cause I ain't worried about tomorrow, baby. (Nah!)
You heard my song, (Like my songs?)
You seen my face around, (Round.)
So now it's you and me,
So take this good weed and break it down. (Break it down.)
Spot boppers,
Shawty talkin bout skating now. (Now.)
And given brains,
Let me know just what she thinkin bout. (Wow!)
Burning trees,
Courtesy of my Jamaican pal. (Pal.)
Gettin all this money,
With all these honeys I could make em pout. (Make em pout.)
Now I could make you smile, (Smile.)
Or I can make you moan. (Moan.)
Turn you into my number one fan if I take you home. (Take you home.)
Want me to break you off? (Break ya off?)
I'm thinking more about the money, (Money!)
The money's what I'm thinking about. (Thinkin bout.)
Hey.
Shawty, whatchu doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
I'm all up here cause you lookin right,
You lookin right,
You lookin right.
Keep sayin that chu wouldn't
But I know that chu might,
I know that chu might
I know that chu might.
See I'm tryin to get it chewy tonight,
Tonight,
Good night.
This the prince.
Two! Two!
Yep.
Two! Two! Two!
This the 4-1-2-0.
Say!
Twooo. Twooo.
Yeahhh!
Sing.
Twooo. Twooo.

Yeahhh!
That's exactly what I tell these hoes,
A roof-to-rug type of brotha
Fly head to toe. (WOO!)
I gotta lot of swag,
Need a professional.
And get this doggy bag,
Just some head to go.
Yeah I rappin,
All the hoes wanna sing to me.
Do a couple things to me.
Make her bring the team to me. (Team to me.)
I don't wanna fuck. (Nope!)
It might seem rude. (It might.)
A little attitude,
Probably gotta mean chew (Wow!)
You a bad bitch,
With a couple bad friends.
I could let you rock the mic,
She could do the ad libs. (Do the ad libs)
They say I'm arrogant,
Nah home, I'm gettin paid. (Get money!)
Shine while I'm young,
Balls in the shade. (Shade.)
So ya best, best hop your ass in the ling. (Ling.)
Fix your doobie up, (Up!)
And start to chew me up. (Up!)
You wanna screw me, what? (What?)
Fuck your old man. (Man.)
Gettin top notch, with no handles. (Nah!)
Two!
Shawty, whatchu doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
I'm hollerin cause you lookin right,
You lookin right,
You lookin right.
Keep sayin that chu wouldn't
But I know that chu might,
I know that chu might
I know that chu might.
See I'm tryin to get it chewy tonight,
Tonight,
Or good night.
And that's exactly what I tell the bitch, (Beetch!)
Ain't got the time to easy your mind,
I'm on some other shit. (Sheett!)
Know what you're fuckin with? (What?)
A young star, baby!
Ever met a nigga like me? (Nope!)
Not at all, baby. (Yeahhh!)
A coach player,
I could show you how to ball, baby. (Baby.)
And live today,
Cause I ain't worried about tomorrow, baby. (Nah!)
You heard my song lately?, (Like my songs?)
You seen my face around, (Round.)
So now it's you and me,
So take this good weed and break it down. (Break it down.)
Spot boppers,
Shawty talkin bout skating now. (Now.)
And given brains,
Let me know just what she thinkin bout. (Wow!)
Burning trees,
Courtesy of my Jamaican pal. (Pal.)
Gettin all this money,
With these honeys I could make em pout. (Make em pout.)
Now I could make you smile, (Smile.)
Or I can make you moan. (Moan.)
Turn you into my number one fan if I take you home. (Take you home.)
Want me to break you off? (Break ya off?)
I'm thinking more about the money, (Money!)
The money's what I'm thinking about. (Thinkin bout.)
Hey.
Shawty, whatchu doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
I'm hollerin cause you lookin right,
You lookin right,
You lookin right.
Keep sayin that chu wouldn't
But I know that chu might,
I know that chu might
I know that chu might.
See I'm tryin to get it chewy tonight,
Tonight,
Good night.
This the prince.
Two! Two!
Yep.
Two! Two! Two!
This the 4-1-2-0.
Say!
Twooo. Twooo.
Yeahhh!
Sing.
Twooo. Twooo.

and i'm still pop the champagne,
good weed, bad bitches in airplanes!
niggers get extra life spare change,
leave your bitch around my gang and she's fair game
get so hot, standin' near a flame,
twenty thousand on my wrist, fifty on my chain
club bonus, man! we're drinking all the rose,
and niggers hate but i just off what the hoes say
he a skinny nigger, but he do it big
yeah, it's looking like a movie, but is how i live
young boss taylor gang general
drinking up the pink bottle, rose imperial!
and my bad bitch cooked like a center fold
cooked like a chef, smoke weed like it's medicinal
smell the engine burning and hear my tire
we'd be popping corks like fireworks
chorus:
we need more champagne,
tell the waiter grab a couple more bottles and bring up
i need more champagne!
yeah, i'd be full of rare bottles,
in this city that i come from i'm the head honcho
full of cush bottles, full of more weed,
see me in my yellow car she got so wet!
it was smoke., now she
fuck with her nigger, he was so lame!
she said he let her taste, but she don't know the name,
drink it by the taste, i'm gonna
more champagne!
i'm with my.. getting liquored up,
make this money, then blow it like i don't give a fuck!
bottles out,
what i talk about!
ah, i'm living like you could write a song about,
they just think i'll pay
standing on the table, standing on the couch,
somebody tell the waiter that we all missed out.

[Verse 1:]
Oh, it's hardly a secret
You ain't gon stop tryna get where you going until you reach it
Always had them bars back in the day
When the same ones running up on you wasn't speaking
Look at all your achievements
You work hard so it'd be kinda hard not to believe that
You party every weekend (weekend)
Fuck em all who act like they ain't see it then
All them nights on the plane
Losses a nigga took, had to charge it to the game
Always wanted stardom and the fame
Learn to out smart em
And now it ain't no stopping the champagne from poppin'
The draws from droppin'
Us seeing muscle cars and coppin' em
Started off just a little less popular
[Chorus:]
Now you got a new place
You drive a new car
You smile for the cameras, live life like a superstar
Don't care what they say
You reach for the stars
Got everything you always dreamed or thought about
And everyone knows who you are
[Verse 2:]
Never gets boring
And haters in your face, you just ignore em
Don't know what they talking shit for
See niggas get theirs, you just tryna get yours
Therefore, you left all the people you care for
Hopped on a plane and got airborne
Seen all the bullshit and fell for it
But it's all good now
Cause the same ones that talk shit telling everyone you made it
Then you start seein' hoes you dated
And thoughts start getting jaded
Now your life's sort of different ain't it
Feel your scars knowin what your pain is
But what's it all worth if it's painless?
Say you wanna be famous
[Chorus:]
Now you got a new place
You drive a new car
You smile for the cameras live life like a superstar
Don't care what they say
You reach for the stars
Got everything you always dreamed or thought about
And everyone knows who you
are, are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
who you
are are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
are, are, are, are, are, are, are
who you are
[Verse 3:]
Always knew I was this good
But never knew I'd be this good
Them niggas just starting, I've been doing it
Hear em talk but they ain't living my life
In the dark tryna get in my light
But chances I don't get em, dodge twice
Spendin' grands for hoes, this is the high life
And for the camera's posing this the high life
Bottles raising for my niggas not here
I pour out a couple sips
Blew em on the beach, I smoke for you on my trips
Them days I was younger I knew this life was the shit
But never like this
It's so amazing, we ain't gotta duck shots
We just pour and chase em
Ain't worry bout it, cause they gon hate
Know where I'm going, look where I came from
[Chorus:]
Now you got a new place
You drive a new car
You smile for the cameras live life like a superstar
Don't care what they say
You reach for the stars
Got everything you always dreamed or thought about
And everyone knows who you
are, are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
who you
are are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
are, are, are, are, are, are, are

i'mma smoke a trippy stick on this one
hash oil..
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, been pulling em off the lot
don't even test drive it before i cop
just ordered a yacht
we're at the craps table in vegas
the dealer saying how he admiring my watch
i'm placing my wager
no need to care about how much paper i blow
cause i been getting this money and stay on
a couple things that i know
i'm blowing this 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 muthafuckin 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
still rolling weed on my xxl
only different is that's me on the cover
once in a while call my little sister and tell her i love her
cause she can get crazy in this industry
most of your friends become your enemies
that's why i stay down with the ones that's still with me
the niggas who started and they down ? the end with me
make sure the positive energy be flowing
all the weed keep rolling
all of us keep getting high, the sky
we gonna keep from falling
niggas keep hating, but baby i'mma keep ballin
now i'm buying a steak on
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
ask my dealer how i look, that ferrari option
just an everyday life, when you young and bossin..
[hook]
i just wanna ride in my ride with my top down

Red hat, black chucks, black 501's on. that's ya baby momma but her numbers in my iphone. yeah i got a girl, but i swear i need a newer bitch, let her out the house and i'll be leavin here with your bitch. im flyin in a different city erry night, got everything i ever wanted so this cant be life. breakin down the weed about to make a plane, a hundred niggas with me all reppin taylor gang.

'Bout Y'all
Hahaha Yeah Drop the top nigga fuck it roll the windows down.
Chorus:
All these women all these cars countin' my cash life with the stars
Why is life this good
Go head go grind go get it pick the manic out with it
I really don't know 'bout y'all
You know I'm fucking high you should get with it
Life in the fast lane push it to the limit
Why is life this good?
Go head go grind go get it pick the manic out with it
I really don't know 'bout y'all
Verse 1:
They say that I don't know about being broke no,
In cities you ain't been in places you wont go
You movin' in slo mo I'm living the fast life
Addicted since I fell for getting this cash like,
You don't need to ask twice
You heard of the young guy
Started off small time now I'm alumni
Because I'm young fly (young fly)
Dumb high (Dumb high)
In the flow like mighty easy to come by
I'm over to Cali watching the sunrise
A meeting in New York I'll be there by lunchtime
Then fly to Miami for the end of the night dun,
If I ain't a star well then I'm living just like one,
I'm feeling just like um my life may be too good
So I keep it too real god made me too hood,
You thinking I fell bro (fell bro)
Hell no (hell no)
I stick to my grind like velcro I'm getting
Chorus:
All these women all these cars countin' my cash life with the stars
Why is life this good
Go head go grind go get it pick the manic out with it
I really don't know 'bout y'all
You know I'm fucking high you should get with it
Life in the fast lane push it to the limit
Why is life this good?
Go head go grind go get it pick the manic out with it
I really don't know 'bout y'all
I really want to live in the fast lane
I grind and I do it all my way
Now that it's over
I really don't know 'bout y'all
Verse 3:
No I don't know what you into
Made it to the top after all I done been through
Shop is again soon
You won't find shit that the kid got on at any mall that you been to,
Call him official I maybe exclusive
It ain't nothing major it's just how I do shit
Ain't nothing but new shit new era new fit
In a new town tryna fuck with a new bitch
I'm in something ruthless (ruthless)
You know I ain't easy (easy)
But that's how I got it (got it)
I make you believe me (believe me)
It's nothing like TV it's more like a movie
Niggas mighta heard that I came up its true we getting
Chorus:
All these women all these cars countin' my cash life with the stars
Why is life this good?
Go head go grind go get it pick the manic out with it
I really don't know 'bout y'all
You know I'm fucking high you should get with it
Life in the fast lane push it to the limit
Why is life this good?
Go head go grind go get it pick the manic out with it
I really don't know 'bout y'all
Verse 4:
But I'm G double O-D
High off life yeah I think Imma O.D.
Me and my co D's be keeping em rollin
Thought we brought enough with us we gonna need more trees
Some niggas be low key (low key)
But fuck it I'm flashy (flashy)
My bros are expensive (expensive)
My bitches are classy (classy)
I live for the moment (moment)
But when it pass me (pass me)
This what I say when they ask me
Man they walk up to me ugly like
Chorus:
I really want to live in the fast lane
I grind and I did it all my way
Now that it's over
I really don't know 'bout y'all
I won't sit here and keep watching these things happen in front of my eyes
Go head go grind go get it pick the manic out with it
I really don't know 'bout y'all
All these women all these cars countin' my cash life with the stars
Why is life this good
Go head go grind go get it pick the manic out with it
I really don't know 'bout y'all
You know I'm fucking high you should get with it
Life in the fast lane push it to the limit
Why is life this good?
Go head go grind go get it pick the manic out with it

Ladies and gentleman
My name's Wiz Khalifa and I'm so damn gooooood...
[Funny Laugh]
I earn niggas respect before the cash came
You try me get a ticket I'm in the fast lane
I keep the bigger picture in the glass frame
Plus my city on my back like it's a motherfuckin last name
Where you goin when the driver know your last name
And first class ain't much different from the last plane
Say we the same but I'm nothin like you guys
Nigga, I'm a frequent flyer Taylor Gang or Drink n Drive
Die... Now everybody's mourning I think we runnin' outta liqour bring some more in
Used to say I'm fresh but now I'm gettin spoiled"
Cause new shit gettin' old these hotels kind of boring
Don't mean to sound unappreciative
But it's obvious the game ain't what you think it is
Yellow diamons speak spanglish on my neck and wrist
Don't even check the list
They expecting us
[Chorus:]
See I'm packed ready to go go go
We in the air you oh So LOW!
Shawty we gon live it up
And girl I got a lot of but it's just I can't get enough
So I'm a check my bags everything secure with my tags hand me my boarding pass
Yeah... Yeah [Echo]
And I'll hit you when my flight land, Hit you when my flight land, Hit you when my flight land [Echo]
Yeah...
Got me feeling so proffessional
3 hour trip with only 15 minutes left to go, a small comparison should let you know
Cause only time ya'll niggaz got leg room is in the exit row
Damn...
People tell me I change that's exactly what I'm getting so I'll never be the same
Niggaz losin' weight cause what I spit is lipo
Try to explain but they get it twisted like a micro
I hit the club it's like a light show
Bet this liqour turns the wood into a light gold
Got a bitch that's for insurance like she Geico
Try to use her phone to get a picture but the lights... Low
But the bottles still full
And you don't really want this night to end do you?
So Sip Slow... O... O... and I'm a put this thing on cruise control
[Chorus:]
See I'm packed ready to go go go
We in the air you oh So LOW!
Shawty we gon live it up
And girl I got a lot of but it's just I can't get enough
So I'm a check my bags everything secure with my tags hand me my boarding pass
Yeah... Yeah [Echo]

Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin' that's nothin'
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin'
Reppin' my town when you see me
You know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip
To my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black stripe, yellow paint
Them niggas scared of it, but them ho's ain't
Soon as I hit the club look at them ho's face
Hit the pedal once, make the floor shake
Suede insides, my engine roarin'
It's the big boy, you know what I paid for it
And I got the petal to the metal
Got you niggas checkin' game, I'm ballin out on every level
Hear them haters talk
But there's nothing you can tell 'em
Just made a million
Got another million on my schedule
No love for a nigga breakin' hearts
No keys, push to start
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin' that's nothin'
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin'
Reppin' my town when you see me
You know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip
To my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Got a call from my jeweler, this just in
Bitches love me 'cause I'm fuckin' with their best friends
Not a lesbian, but she a freak though
This ain't for one night, I'm shinin' all week, ho
I'm sippin' Cliquot and rockin' yellow diamonds
So many rocks up in my watch I can't tell what the time is
Got a pocketful of big faces
Throw it up 'cause every nigga that I'm with tailored
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin' that's nothin'
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin'
Reppin' my town when you see me
You know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip
To my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Stay high like how I'm supposed to do
That crown underneath them clouds can't get close to you
And my car look unapproachable
Super clean but it's super mean
She wanna fuck with them cats, smoke weed, count stacks
Get fly, take trips and that's that, real rap
I let her get high, she want and she feel that
Convertible drop fill, '87 and the top peel back
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
You already know what it is, man
And if you don't, you should by now
Reppin' my town when you see me
You know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip
To my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin' that's nothin'
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin'
Reppin' my town when you see me
You know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip
To my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow

This the top, oh yeah, the tippy
It's young Khalifa man
I see it clearly, the money that is
Oh y'all n-ggas aint in the way
Keep doing what you doing
See right through you
Got me drinking out the bottle
Living for today aint thinking about tomorrow
N-ggas fake I can see it with my eyes closed
In desperate need of a leader so they follow
And me I only see chavo
I roll up bleezy and hit it like a high note
My skin tough as a rhinos
So keep hating I keep dating these dime hoes
Diamonds on my neck, got diamonds on my chain
Yeah, city or your state, catch me mobbin with my gang
N-gga violate they won't hesitate to aim
And I got enough change to afford the price of fame
I'm like poision to yall lames, or drugs or prescriptions
Turn my music on get a buzz when you listening
You want them then pay for em
And n-ggas talk fly but I'm space gone
Up outta of here
[Chorus]
I never sleep but I got big dreams
lil nigga I do big things
You know its everything that it seems
They say my life is like the big screen (big screen)
I fill my bank with every 16
My money straight and my bitch mean
You should wait and get a ticket please
They say my life's like the big screen (big screen)
I feel like a desperado, on the track I just kick it like rilo?
See me on the TV yeah, I be in grind mode
But please believe I'm in the streets like pot holes
Antonio no guitar though, only instrumental is that pistol
Need a right hand so I f-cks with chevy
And underneath the wings so I hustle heavy
Tatted on my face, chest, neck, hand, stomach
Been on that paper chase since that cake start running
Never touched the brick, I aint never slung no drugs
Still get a feeling when I see that gold car coming
Got my pops old soul, I'm an 80′s baby
Moms smoke hella weed I'm a wavy baby
You Mr Me Too, and you need fuel man
You n-ggas see-through, air
[Chorus]
I never sleep but I got big dreams
lil nigga I do big things
You know its everything that it seems
They say my life is like the big screen (big screen)
I fill my bank with every 16
My money straight and my bitch mean
You should wait and get a ticket please

You already know who the f*ck it is man
Taylor,
Uh, smoke kush so I ain't got no stress
Stunnin', it ain't no contest
Diamonds all in my Rolex
Cuz I go hard like P90x
See you dudes copying our moves
now you followin' our steps
Little kids just in the mirror, tryna' flex
Speakin' of flex, shout out the flex
And everyone else that said do this next
Tell these lame niggas cut the check
Try to rest now try the best
Gangsters, trippy niggas, all here with me nigga
My weed's so strong, my brain so gone
Outer space, solar oh
My chain, polar oh
My bank, so long oh
Like I was playing poker, oh, poker oh
My face all on the tele, so fuck what they tell me
I always keep it real, cause people love the real me
They ran up on my bus, cause police said they smell me
So me and LOLA blow and smoke in LA
Flossin', straight bossin'
Take strands, we cross 'em
My chains, ay,
They cost 'em
They haitin', we awesome
Throw back on thinking
Lately I've been thinking
I've been partying too much and living like the weekend
And then I think bout what my life could be
That's when I pour another drink, and light this weed
You really sure you wanna grow up and be just like me?
Chorus:
They say, say I'm livin' it
I'm all about it, they all about it, we all about it
Dem, dem haters, them, ha-haters
They sick of this
I'm all about it, they all about it, we all about it
Dat, dat paá¹—er, dat pa-paper I'm gettin' it
Dem, dem haters, them, ha-haters
They sick of this

Hold on, let me light my blunt, man
This shit too easy
I'll do it in my sleep
Yeah!
It's a new game, Lame nigga forefit
I'm well ahead, throwin' bread, You just horse shit
Flow out of this world, I'm in orbit
More chips, So them hoes chase me like Norbit
I'm more sick, No anidonte
High like mandigo
Flow crack & it's dope
Only talk money, homey I don't understand the broke
Take something from me Niggas come & bust yo canalope
I'm out here grindin', Like a pair of old brakes
Hoe, ain't nothing changed, Na, I rep tha Burg all day
Walk it how I talk it so I talk it how I live it
And if you hear me flowin' You should know it's not a gimick
If the topic real shit, You should know they count me in it
Your girlfriend want me in her mouth, Like I'm her dentist
The icing on the cake
I'm like the glaze, or a finished
Majianna scented, Windows up, truck tinted
You better
Be Easy x2
Or it will be a long day
Be Easy x2
Or it will be a long day
Be Easy x2
Or it will be a long day
Be Easy x2
Or it will be a long day
Skinny nigga and I'm tat, tat, tatted up
Run up on me and get rat, tat, tatted up
That's a promise, not a threat I'll back it up
Pockets gettin' like the old Star Jones, Fat as fuck
Got my swagga up, come at me the wrong way
Like what the song say, it'll be a long day
To pass me, you cant see, Got a long way
And even seein' first and I'm comin' 'round that home plate
Come out to the Burg and you'll see that I got it poppin'
If you real, you fuck with me you ain't got an option
See my chain they like "how did he get all them rocks in? "
Want me on your song? I'm a need alot of gwuap then
Breeze home and he said he going choppa shoppin'
So if you got a problem to look to now to stop him
That Pistolvania shit, I'm on it
And I don't run the Burgh, I own it
You better
Be Easy x2
Or it will be a long day
Be Easy x2
Or it will be a long day
Be Easy x2
Or it will be a long day
Be Easy x2
Or it will be a long day
(Go 'head & get ready to kill yourself, man)
I'm out her slangin' Rollin' with these hustlas
Tryna get rid of all you hatas & you bustas
Blowin' my smoke, I get right to it
When they play this, everybody in this bitch get stupid
I mean they just lose it, wildin' like they pissed off
Find you wrong place or wrong time, you can get lost
Lotta niggas mad, but the hoes love it
Yea, the young'n super bad, you can call me McLovin
I'm gettin' it good, Makin' my spread
And na, I'm never stingy with a plate, I break bread
My niggas break heads and we 25 deep
I see you tryin' hard, nigga but you not me
I'm fuckin' young star there's no question, I be
Hit hard & then I dance on them like I'm Ali
I'm a certified "G"
So don't think that I'm just rappin' to you
Homey you don't really want something happen to you
You better
Be Easy x2
Or it will be a long day
Be Easy x2
Or it will be a long day
Be Easy x2
Or it will be a long day
Be Easy x2

Blowin' on this ray, spitting game to these hoes.
Money ain't thing 'cause I got paper to blow.
I'm heavy in the game it ain't a thing to a pro.
Baby I'm a star & you already know that I'm gettin' bankroll (bankroll [x10])
(Yeah) See me I was cheifin' on my reefer getting blowed.
In my home alone that's when Sledgren hit my phone, he said Wizzle what you doing [?]
I said we should hit the club, I could swing thru & grab Motor cuh you just hit money up.
Then I jumped in the shower, took me bout an hr, smoked a blunt of ray then put on my star power.
All black Chuck Tays, some Armani frames, 15 carats in my chain bitch I'm heavy in the game.
In my truck I'm switching lanes, feel that beat off in my trunk.
I'm smokin' Mary Wayne, I speed off to the hood & we gone roll about 10 blunts 'fore I'm ready.
I'm spending all this cash up tonite, if you let me.
Blowin' on this ray, spitting game to these hoes. Money ain't thing 'cause I got paper to blow. I'm heavy in the game it ain't a thing to a pro. Baby I'm a star & you already know that I'm gettin' bankroll (bankroll [x10])
(So much fuckin' money I don't know what to do with it. Haha yeahh)
I tap my horn once, I tap again.
This nigga must not hear me, I OOOWOOP he let me in.
I meet up with my mens, then dip out to the spot.
The whole Khalifa gang, 10 cars deep off in the lot.
You [?] off in the front, we creepin' thru the back.
And we gone blow some stacks, them hoes ain't know how to act.
No I.d. I'm underage but far from underpaid.
I'm fresh to death, stay fly until I'm sleep off in a grave.
(Until I'm sleep off in a grave)
You got them hoes you fuck with groupies that I used to know.
Say you gettin' money man, now money's what I choose to blow.
Finna pop some bottles, scream I'm thru.
Came to shut the club down (club down) so make some room. I'm...
Blowin' on this ray, spitting game to these hoes. Money ain't thing 'cause I got paper to blow. I'm heavy in the game it ain't a thing to a pro. Baby I'm a star & you already know that I'm gettin' bankroll (bankroll [x10])
(Ohh, it's finna pop off now. Haha, yeahhhhhhh bitch)
Now we in the club, hear the DJ scream my name.
He shout out Heavy Hustle cause the DJ know my gang.
I'm standin' on the couch in V.I.P. I swing my chain.
The DJ play my song, I throw my cheese & go insane.
And I got what they need, they come & shake it for a boss.
These hoes just out here choosin' homie take it as a lost.
Sweat comin' out my pores (pores) this Patron got me heated.
Security know what it is with me, I'm gettin' weeded.
The hoes say I'm conceited. Niggas say I'm a fool.
My chain is fuckin' freezey, this shit is kinda cool.
And I'm the kind of dude to walk behind ya boo, tell her fuck ya man, I'm the man what you tryna do [?]

I dream of cush blunts, hot fashion and females
She never smoked one below way the weed smells
Pistols in the front, chopper on the back porch
Lord knows I wanna teach him but he asked for
... words, let my money do the talking
I think the game needs some change like you kill for parking
We're to blame, you motherfuckers ground control
We escape, skip the rates, pick a cloud and go
My... bow ratio, bisexual, bad everything I want soon as I let them know
I snap my fingers and God wild be there to...
Call me the deep and you try and sing like the London Bridge
Big city smoke problems, hate me cause I get a plate off it
What are they starving? Where I'm at?... say you got another question,.. it
Ask me if I'm falling

Super villain, outlaw, renegade
Smoking, drinking... with my lemonade
Don't gotta chase these bitches dog this ain't a race
I make all this money throw it in your face
Said you know my name but you can't say it right
Long as you let me fucking, you can stay the night
I play the game, you playing safe, let's take shots try no chase
Then we slide like home base
Aha, so pick your time and please tell me where you wanna go
Don't need to ask no questions you should already know
Got... bottle yeah we keep it popping champagne
Cause I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say that to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [x2]
I'm the one your parents wonder about the nigger of your wildest dreams
Coupld of thousand dollars on this roze
Like girls who came that far but don't stay
We can go to my house or back to your place
You bring a friend and then we go both ways
Fuck'em with these niggers cause our money's good
Superstar status plus I keep it hood
Aha, so pick your time and please tell me where you wanna go
Don't need to ask no questions you should already know
Got... bottle yeah we keep it popping champagne
Cause I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say that to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [x2]
I'm the one your parents wonder about the nigger of your wildest dreams
Bad guy so I keep a bad bitch woman,
Know how to roll a joint and live a life like a bring it back
Bad guy so I keep a bad bitch woman,
Know how to roll a joint and live a life like a villain
Some wonder how I could do the hard times
But I can do that, they say
I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say that to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [x2]

She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
She gone
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
She gone, work, fly, cash
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
Could cool ass friends so you know it's me and you
Before the night ends girl
You know I'm here for a night or 2
It's nothing... night in 2
Champagne what she sipping on
... khalifa papers...
... can't turn them off, I'm nothing like yo
And her heels, taking her clothes off, that's murder ma
Feeling all that it's like a sex scene
I know you feel me cause you rock like a jet ski
I'm in the game... hating on the game I read it all in they timelines
... respect none of that, and you don't even you say it's gang gang I fuck with that
Flied nigger threads what they done there, something smell funny
What they done, shit
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
She gone
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
She gone, work, fly, cash
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
We gonna try to land low, these niggers be lying crooks
... and all that shit in their rhyme books
We just run it cool, niggers drooling too much
They really eating that all, we breakfast dinner and lunch
Fool, and she bad, she caught a nigger eye
I ain't tripping on you baby, I just thought... track
Your face so pretty and your body so crazy
You... couple shots... skating
So... we gonna make a song
We can smoke a couple papers or just hit it on the...
Cause tonight baby I ain't got long
So just hit it like that song from Marvin, let's get it on
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
She gone
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
She gone, work, fly, cash
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
She just a bad bitch nothing like a hoe
She gone, work, fly, cash
She gone, work, fly, cash

Tailor game
Paper planes... uh
And no matter what I say
Everyday I keep count
Whoever niggas speak about
Lambourghini dreams, beach house wishes
Pour bottles of champaigne for my beach house bitches
It ain't new to me that money boy I been bout
Throwin' hundreds on the floor I tell her keep count
Nigga they in love with what I say cause aaa
Really live the life you other niggas speak about
Got my camera man he's down to do a movie for me
Couple niggas round that's down to do the shootin for me
I'm still ridin' with my main bitch
She rollin' a joint somethin' old school playin'
She love me we fuckin', we in the fly free zone with some niggas who capped an save it
I let her shop til she drop dead
Sleepin' in her crib wake up to decent pot plant
Jordan shorts and a pear of polo sotch blazin' with yo bitch
You wanna live smoke this
I'm glad to be here out the way in so looong so looong so long
I finally find me a cloud to float ooon float ooon
And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on float on
And I don't have much, but I take all I got and that's what I give (what I give)
What I get in return is the money I earn an the life I live (life I live)
I'm so gone yes I burn after rollin' (after rollin')
And float ooon an float oooon an float oon
I talk numbers I have people to speak for me
If you love her then how did miss or could you keep shawty
Ever fly private, so much diamonds in my chain hell a sky milage
I fell asleep on a plane
An never woke up, an now I'm livin' the dream
Suckas hate hard, hoes treat me like I'm a king
They wanna live comfortably sippin' on champaigne
Real niggas fuck with me, so drama is not a thing
I gave my Momma the O she told her anythin' that come through the door to open the whole clip
I'm with yo bitch smokin' let her keep the mid I'm a roll this potent
Hotel so close to the water you can even hear the ocean
Them bitches can't breathe beware of em niggas with tattoo sleeves
I'm glad to be here out the way in so looong so looong so long
I finally find me a cloud to float ooon float ooon
And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on float on
And I don't have much, but I take all I got and that's what I give (what I give)
What I get in return is the money I earn an the life I live (life I live)
I'm so gone yes I burn after rollin' (after rollin')
And float ooon an float oooon an float oon
One smoke cause they know that I keep flavors
Tell me how them other niggas lame
And she love a cool press so she fuckin' with the tailors
We're all stars and smoke papers, iphone with no ring tones
Vibrator on plain mode, palm trees, an bumpy road
The weed burning, but the the money just blow
While I'm lookin' at your nigga's face
Light another l an pull the liquor out the case
Niggas tryin' to fell see me now they wanna hate
Fly another plane in different city, nother state
My cash change the forecast, as a team was half baked before classs
Now I smoke joints with other niggas hoes
And this shit you burn after you roll
I'm glad to be here out the way in so looong so looong so long
I finally find me a cloud to float ooon float ooon
And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on float on
And I don't have much, but I take all I got and that's what I give (what I give)
What I get in return is the money I earn an the life I live (life I live)
I'm so gone yes I burn after rollin' (after rollin')

Young khalifa exclusive freeskyle
Freestyle - that's what I meant to say
It's what I do bitch
I'm out here - I hear music I write to it
It's what I do let's go
Finna give ya'll 16 bars
Uh lifes good so I'm feelin great
Call me outta town shawty er'y week a different state
3 cell phones, pennsylvania plates
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,
Sayin lifes good so I'm livin great
Call me outta town shawty er'y week a different state
3 cell phones, pennsylvania plates
On the forth month mine tryna get my money straight (money straight)
I'm bout cake - to keep the world turnin
Hundred thousand dolla earnin while I'm big blunt burnin
But to these hoes I'm a pimp like iceberg
Prolly hurt ya feelins if I told ya what the ice worth
A couple grand, I'll hitcha with a nice verse
Kush when I land mix it in when I light purp
And I like purp - I fucks with kush more
Niggaz talkin reckless I expect that's what the hoods for
What up hazelwood? nigga ooh woop
I'm a rapper experimented I'm in the air like a blue tooth
And my money old (old) but my shoes new
All them carats got your girl open like a moon roof
Nigga who u? nigga who we?
We the taylor gang - they be like ooh weee
They be like who he? that's young khalifa man
Flier than the ceilin fan ooh he gotta group of fans
I keep them groupy hoes yeah I gotta group of dough
All up in my pocket I don't needa wallet
Rubberband poppin ya'll niggasz ain't gettin stacks
Might as well sit back n relax
N watch what we doin don't watch me
Watch flava love or somethin on tv
Cause this is tv nigga HD u can't afford me

[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 1]
I, swear I got so high, last night I don't remember going to sleep
But I do know that these louis's go in my feet
And the critics they found how these lyrics do go over beats
Twenty-k shopping when dude go overseas
Smoking weed in the most expensive suite
Even though we ain't supposed to be living anywhere close to these people
How they gon' hate on me, I got more bread than most of these people
Don't wish that on my enemies, I pour a toast for 'em
And keep positive energy and have a smoke for 'em
Bombay and high-grade liquor for my niggas
Never seen a ghost in person, now she riding 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

Jay Rock what's good?
Haha, we label mates nigga I shoulda been jumped on this shit
But it's all good I'm a take care of it
Start like
I started out lil' nigga with a dream
Now I'm on but it still ain't what it seem
'Cause now I got more money
More niggaz rather see me somewhere on the floor then the ceiling of this thing
But I can give a damn what a little nigga think
I pop more champagne, peel another sweet
Catch Wiz skinny ass chillin' on the beach
Cut my own hoes off, I ain't deal with them in weeks
I pray to God every night before I go to sleep
To let her know I'm safe, kiss my mother on the cheek
My little sister grown, little cousin tall as me
And I'm proud 'cause he ain't fuckin' round in the streets
The fans love the old school sound that I bring
You like jab-work, I pound on the beat
And bein' from Pittsburgh they sayin' they concerned
With tryna make a lame 'cause my sound is unique
I love when a nigga talk down, think it's sweet
You couldn't play me if you was acting and seeing
The haters can't see 'em, the money's in the way like traffic
Pistolvania is straight action
I'm from the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Where niggaz ain't workin jobs
They only option is to hustle
They feel like they gotta get it
Not all about it then fuck you
You ain't someone that I grew up with
So why you think I would trust you?
Real talk like a dictionary
They say life's a bitch, I'm married
And we make love, she fuck other niggaz tho
Can't keep up, you haters to slow, oh
Yea budy
That's how it is
That's it, that's all
Hahahaha, yea bitch

Yeahh
Damn
Hold on turn me up a little bit more
Yeahh bitch
Always wanted to do this shit
This is it what
Leutenant (in front of?)
Ugh ugh ugh nigga yeah
Fresh up off the plane
Real niggas embrace my music
And bitches go insane
Even the kids growing up the gang?
They don't bother pronouncing my name
They just look at my chain
Boy how much you spent on it?
This ain't nothing but hard work
And what you can get from it
Ain't no toilet paper
But this smell like the shit don't it?
Smoking chronic and drinking pints
Till we get sick stomachs
And them suckers ain't gotta like it
Cause your bitch love it
I'm a roll it she gon light it, she tell me she in desperate need of a pilot
I told her kick her feet up
We gon go to the crib
Soon as I roll this weed up
Call some friends of yours and we gon all have a smoke out
You ain't gotta hold it too long
This is rapper weed

A drop in the ocean a change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
But I'm holding you closer than most'cause you are my heaven.
Kanye West
How you listen to a girl that still wanna man
Tell me the truth is that a man or Juwanna Mann
I'm wonderin' why she "ret to go" like Wanda then
When we met you was a V like Madonna, man
Now you in the field runnin' plays like Donovan
McNabb before you get in a cab
I'll trade in my cab
Just to take you back to last summer, man
You don't remember when you was my sweetest
You don't remember when I called you Reese's Pieces
Cause it's no wrong way to do you know what
She turned around and giggle said; "You so nuts!"
But nowadays we actin' way too grown up
Like how ya ex girl get the new numba
The rumors was so numerous
For stickin' by me, I had to give you two thumbs up
And that's why
A drop in the ocean a change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like a drop in the ocean a change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
Eminem
So young, so full of life and vibrant,
Side by side wherever you was ridin', I went,
So close almost was some Bonnie and Clyde shit,
When Ronnie died you was right by my side,
With a shoulder to cry on and a tissue to wipe my eyes,
And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it,
You even had the same type of childhood I did,
Sometimes I just wanna know why,
Is it that you surcame to yours,
And mine I survived it,
You ran the streets I nine to fived it,
We grew up, grew apart as time went by us,
Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises,
Now I feel the vibe I just cant describe it,
Much as your pride tries to hide it,
You're cold your touch, its like ice,
And your eyes is the look of resentment,
I can sense it and I don't like it
A drop in the ocean a change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like a drop in the ocean a change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
Wiz Khalifa
Uh, stuck alone in this wave race
Say I'm living too fast, don't plan on changing my pace
Got one foot on the gas, it's never a need for brakes
Smoke ez-rider's with hash, fuck bitches from out of state
Valet bringing my cars, waiter bringing me plates
Shrimp and fillet Mignon, we celebrate buying drinks
Wit a couple of broads my nigga's who got love for me
It's lonely at the top, I'm tired of having company
Uh, so while you busy trying to fit in, I'm a stand out
And view my life through this lens to see how it pan's out
Substitute teacher ass nigga's, need a handout
Middle finger screaming fuck them nigga's who hated,
I'm money affiliated
Pop another bottle, that chronic smokin degraded
Speculating me landing must of got me mistaken,
I'm speaking as the captain of the planes,
You's a runner on the jet way
A drop in the ocean a change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like a drop in the ocean a change in the weather,