[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 ..
[chorus:]
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]
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 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
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
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
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