Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"Fucc Shit"
(feat. Menace)

"Fucc Shit"
(feat. Menace)



I always had hard beats to rap to
Always had strong, always had that sack too
I was just a young nigga getting tattoos
Now they say I’m on, yea they say I’m that dude
Great A, I’m smoking on a roll
All my clothes smell like chronic smoke
Shades on cause I’m fucking faded
Buyin all the bottles, show the club we made it

Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...
Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...
Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...
Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...

I can see through all the bullshit
I’m lie to join and make you do a full spin
I’mma fly first class with my niggas I’m cool with
I’mma hit the club with 50 grand and lose it
Faded off gin, let’s call for alcohol
I brought it all, I done go spend
My homies got all of em in
And niggas be mad at us cuz they ain’t ballin
They money ain’t tall as us
But I never worry bout niggas that talk that shit but keep follow up

Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...
Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...
Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...
Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...

Now look, I rep the shit that I was raised on
Shitting them dollar signs, what is based on
And our road defines and how couldn’t we?
Spend the long time in that hooptye
But I get it in, smoke a lot of trees, drink a lot of gin
Nigga like me got a couple friends and a couple bottles and a couple bands but I’m all in
Came in the game balling
My old school, what is yall in?
And I’m cashing on and you’re stalling
End of the night, your bitch I’m calling
But fuck a nigga, wanna roll with me?
Let it fight up, let it smoke with me
This young fuck the lanes but he love the chin
She love to wait then I sling it deep
And I’m in the club and I fuck the haze
Don’t need them niggas tryina bother me
But I puff and powder for the time to be
Standing on the couch, call it luxury
Lil model chicks wanna fuck with me
Wanna smoke with me, wanna drink with me
Wanna come with me but I’m in and out
Like I’m supposed to be, still smoking trees

Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...
Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...
Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...
Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit
But I know... but I know... but I know... but I know...

 

[fox69]

"Fuck The Money"

"Fuck The Money"


Well, I'm gonna make a lot of money, make a lot of money,
Then I'm gonna quit this, quit this crazy scene!

Well I'm a quit this crazy scene
Cause being famous ain't all what they make it to be
But back then y'all this was my favorite dream
But now, I wouldn't hesitate I would leave
Cause I'm a

[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene

Oh, well I guess got problems,
I dropped out of school
Ain't think about college.
So my apologies to my mother and father
To be a stubborn ever since I was a toddler.

Well I'm a quit this crazy dream
Cause when I hit the stage all the ladies scream
And when I pass by they all waving at me
But I be getting tired, y'all pray for me.

[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene

Oh yeah, you said it could be worst?
Oh here, step into my shoes,
Put yourself in my shirt!
I'm only human y'all so we all gotta work
But sometimes I wonder why I even came to this Earth
I'm a:

[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene

Sometimes I just feel hopeless
Pacin' back and forth, man I can't even focus
So I'm always smokin' in the booth recordin'
Cause my mind races
Like Jeff Gordon
I'm a

[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene

It ain't supposed to be so hard
I always said I'd quit if it felt like a job
I'd rather be pissed than pretend that I'm not
And try to play along with the whole facade
I wanna:

[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.

It ain't a question to me
Look at me
I know what I'm destined to be
This is spiritual y'all
I'm wrestlin' beasts
But pretty soon
I'll be restin' in peace
I'm a:

[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.

Come y'all, y'all actin' like I can't feel you
I can look in your eyes and tell you what you done been through
And I could give a fuck because I got bigger issues
So at this point in my life
How can I get through?

[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.

Look
A lot of haters attack but
It's my job to speak the truth on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'm a:

[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.

Oh, how can I not?
... niggers the game, when game is all I've got.
The car of your dreams we're pushing off the...
I'm smoking the most expensive pot.
Baby I'm trying to:

[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.

Well, I'm not quitting,
I bought my niggers...
Trying to tell them before
For some reason or another
They will not listen,
Tell the driver we smoke and raise the bar...

[Chorus:]
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene.

 

[fox69]

"G Shyt"

"G Shyt"


[Verse 1]
Adjust my Louie V vision
Fall up in the spot
As long as me and my gang get in
Every nigga I came with, came to spend chips
On popping champagne and tipping waitresses
G'd up, what you think this is?
Put your feet up, this the fast, life mama speed up
Pop the cork, roll the weed up
Nowadays ain't fucking with the bar
Still ain't nothing changed but the horses in my car
Usually ain't into showing hoes where I live
But tonight we gon' go to my crib
Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell that weed on your clothes
He don't know what I did, drop you off at your whip
Work by 8, almost 6, plus your nigga calling
Think he starting to catch wind
Look at your phone, press end
Can't hurt him with what he doesn't know
Plus you figure we're both grown, come on

[Chorus]
Money ain't a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigga that's here with me
That's the kinda G-Shit I'm on
G-Shit I'm on, G-Shit I'm on
Got niggas rolling weed
Bitches with their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn that's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way home

[Verse 2]
High off the life I'm living
Rooftop you gonna need binocular vision
Order a few shots and them things that you say you do not do
You probably gonna give in
Say it's wrong, I call it a statement for the mission
To get you high as you want, break dress code
Skip the line to the front
Ride top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down
Roll another one
? a couple of you, bring my brother one
The bitches can't roll weed, I ain't fucking with them
That's just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips
Buy the champagne and spill it, we don't save a sip
And you here with me in VIP taking risk
Home girl saying shit like "Rose my favorite"
Plus I'm rolling up all this weed you ever smell
Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she under a spell

[Chorus x2]
Money ain't a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigga that's here with me
That's the kinda G-Shit I'm on
G-Shit I'm on, G-Shit I'm on
Got niggas rolling weed
Bitches with their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn that's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way home

 

[fox69]

"G'd Up"

"G'd Up"


Yeah, it's Young Khalifa Man, yeah, Taylor Gang over everything
Champagne, paper planes, bitch takin' off her wedding ring
Leave with us you'll never be the same, makin' money in major ways

[Hook - Repeat X2]
If I got it then I'ma spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain't gotta say nothin' about us right in front of you
I do all of that shit them niggas don't do
Pop another bottle, I'ma roll this weed up, I'm so G'd up, G'd up

[Verse 1]
Uh, big-face digits, whips ain't rented
Walk inside the bank bitch I'm Ben Frank friendly
Big cake piled up on my plate shit endless
Throw it in her face watch the bitch make wishes
Walk inside the club, bottles of that liquor
Groupies actin' up, dyin' to get a picture
Rose and Patron, Kush be my cologne
Shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled
All my diamonds clean, all I count is cheese
Walkin' on a dream while you tryin' to intervene
On top of that money, them haters in-between
Smokin' sour seem you can smell it on her weave
Smell it when I leave, niggas catchin' feelings
OG Kush prescription keep me way over the buildin'
Ridin' in my ride, bangin' in my system
High as Whitney tryin' to find a way to get a million

[Hook - Repeat X2]
If I got it then I'ma spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain't gotta say nothin' about us right in front of you
I do all of that shit them niggas don't do
Pop another bottle, I'ma roll this weed up, I'm so G'd up, G'd Up

[Verse 2]
Uh, know I'm smokin' sour you can smell it down the hall
Learned this as a youngin', what you sell could get you far
Captain of my team, tell you how to ball
Ain't a game I put that on my marijuana jar
Breakfast on the plane, smell like alcohol
Diamonds in my chain, muscle in my car
Live a movie scene, hundred-dollar jeans
Pocket full'a benji's give them 20?s to my broad
Always on my job, been about my business
Killin' all these rappers off now can I get a witness?
Lyin' to the judge, flyin' to the club
Chopper play the barber came to line a nigga up
Heavy in the game, still ain't had enough
We takin' all your bitches and buyin' all the drugs
Couple thousand for the Louis lining in my tub
G'd up from my feet up.

[Hook - Repeat X2]
If I got it then I'ma spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain't gotta say nothin' about us right in front of you
I do all of that shit them niggas don't do
Pop another bottle, I'ma roll this weed up, I'm so G'd up

 

[fox69]

"G.F.U."
(feat. Juicy J & Berner)

"G.F.U."
(feat. Juicy J & Berner)



[1st Verse - Wiz Khalifa]
24, from the hood and I made 11 million this year so I'm throwin up paper. Got a bunch of niggas with me that done made it from the bottom, gettin money, all throwin up Taylor, you can roll em out, puff em, I don't save it, I stuff em I don't, gotta chase money I'm good I'll bake the whole onion and replace it likes it's nothin ya I'm talking straight cookies no oven. And I'm smokin in public, rich folks still love it. He talkin, he bluffin, that's my chick, she stuntin. And my team is the wildest, try and get high enough to see Mr. Wallace. Thumbs green like the malice, this is for my youngins gettin steemed up in college. If you seen all my closets so much style, its like my stylist had a stylist. And my crib like a palace, Wizzle go hard like a callus.

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa and Juicy J]
[Wiz Khalifa] All we smoke is papers, blowin hella flavors, smokin till it's gone, that's how we do it cause we're Taylor'd
[Juicy J] Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up)

[2nd Verse - Juicy J]
Cop a Pound, come a pound, roll a pound, blow it down, call a hoe, it's goin down, Juicy J from stoner town. Originality where Mary Jane control the sound. Blue Dream and Lean for all of those who knew the time. Hash, keef oils in the gas mask, we doin numbers like its math class. Match one, nigga don't you know I'm match back, Colors on the herb make the bud look abstract. Smoke good, cause I deserve it, sour deisel got me swervin. I'm swervin, right up on the curbin. Big bong rips, got my chest hurtin, Purp naps, in the Marriott suite, I wanna taste the weed but the swisher too sweet. So make sure you know its only Taylor's if we meet. If you get trippy mane you can't even choke a bean. Blood came through and just dropped off a load. And I ain't sellin shit everything gettin smoked. Smoke when I get up, smoke myself to sleep. Taylor Gang bitch 10 pounds every week.

[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa] All we smoke is papers, blowin hella flavors, smokin till it's gone, that's how we do it cause we're Taylor'd
[Juicy J] Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up)

[3rd Verse - Berner]
Burn, Ima rep for my city, I'm on two blue pills and got the room smellin pissy. Ask, I tell her don't kiss me don't come up for air, lost your bitch to the game, fuck it life isn't fair I'm to chill. 2 mil re-caught with my rap money. Two or three pads bad bitches roll the planes for me. Two strains that my new nickname, cherry pound cookie all you see is a big flame. Stunt, grown man with a coat on, trippy in a room full of girls with no clothes on. Butta ya I love how I'm living. I just left the night club I'm in bed with three women. Too high, too fly, big belly cause I eat good. Blew 30 grand on drinks, I better sleep good. Bag full of shit you prolly seen in my twitpics. Hoodrich the only thing a stripper get is good dick. Ya I'm so slow motion in an S class floatin hard to keep my eyes open, A king pin I keep by weed by the elbow. Skin all itchy tonight, I'm drinkin yellow

[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa] All we smoke is papers, blowin hella flavors, smokin till it's gone, that's how we do it cause we're Taylor'd
[Juicy J] Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up)

 

[fox69]

"Gang Gang"
(feat. Chevy Woods & Casey Veggies)

"Gang Gang"
(feat. Chevy Woods & Casey Veggies)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang

[Chevy Woods:]
I'm rollin' up that motivation
They don't never give me no credit
No alerts turned on my phone
So I ain't get your message
Got these women all in they feelings
Over call backs and all that
Man, tell these hoes that I'm big time
And I'm [?] fresh, how you love that
That bank card like uh
Rich nigga, no limit
Top off when it pop off
With her head down, how I'm livin'
Bitch, stay out your feelings
Keep it G and get rich
She came over, that's game over
She here talkin' with Rich
I told life it's gold time
And she bow down 'til it's lit
Cap' just call me on FaceTime
While smokin' joints with your bitch
That's G-A-N-G
Gotta say it two times
20 cents on me
In the party, I got two dimes, for sure

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang

[Casey Veggies:]
All these hoes in my phone
They be out to get me
Swear I ain't really doin' nothing wrong
I been goin' so damn hard
And I ain't seen it in so long
My legs tired from runnin' game
But I thank God I'm strong
Every day I gotta fight
Cause I'm puttin' on for my fam
100 mil all in my will
Was always in the plan
Hell yeah, that come with it
I sacrifice for the game
Baby girl, she layed up
From countin' dough in my game
Wizzle man, stay gettin' high
Young Veggies doin' the same thing
I ain't sayin' no names
All I know is go bang
All these hoes is insane
But all my bitches go HAM
Fit them girls in the van
Young Veggies the man
Like 10 years, I'm still ridin' round with my

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang

I got all these niggas screamin' gang gang
I got all these niggas screamin' gang gang
Tell me why these niggas screamin' gang gang
I'm the one that got you screamin' gang gang
Pop it please, rollin' lots of trees, you ain't coppin 'these
Mommy these is St. Laurent jeans, now gon'and top me
I get pussy cause I'm poppin', car pull up, I drop it
If it's money then we talk it, if it's not, you need to stop it
Got a girl but I need options, you like one, take a pic
Love some black girls but this white one lookin' thick
IG takin' flicks, she TD, takin' dick
Khalifa man, take your bitch, one rule, make me rich

Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang

 

[fox69]

"Gang Bang"
(feat. Big Sean)

"Gang Bang"
(feat. Big Sean)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
Money, money, money
It's young Khalifa man
And I got money, hoes, money and hoes
I got money, hoes, money and hoes

Big money talking to you
Motherfucker that's cause big money bought it to you
I'll be stunting while them little niggas sayin' nothing

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
High ceilings, high hoes, high prices for my clothes and I don't even pay for it
Barely know who made this shit
Need a bitch, take a bitch, straight back to that big crib
Let you roll some rapper weed, put you on some new shit
Hit this weed, I show you how I do this
My excuse is I'm in Cali so my smoke's highly exclusive
And my bitch bad, my money's through the roof
Your money short you looking mad
You Danny Bonaduce bitch
I'm jumpin' in my coupe
I'm rollin' something that taste like fruit
And I hear them niggas talkin' shit but there's nothing much that they can do
When I got a bitch in your city, you should try when you see her
Never trippin' on no hoes, nigga what you thought we gettin' money over here

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game
I do it big my niggas do the same thing
I'm throwin' signs, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm on the team, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing
I'm smokin' weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I'm throwin signs it's looking like I gang bang

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I tell a bitch bow down to a motherfucking G hoe
I work hard, I drink slow
But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey cause I'm a cheapo
Sippin' on Pinot Grigio, really hoe, got everything like I got me a genie hoe, yeah
My car look like a building, diamonds dancing on top of my wrist
Bitch I'm ten feet tall when I'm standing on top of my dick
You a sucker hoe, sucker hoe
I'm success, I feel like a million dollars, bitch I'm up next
Money in my hand, I don't need no hand out
And they all got their hands up cause they fuck with me hands down
And the car I push got more tent than a camp round
And my picture always on your bitch background
Like Prada, it's just me and Cyhi
Young enough to be your son, but she call me big papa
She gave me her oh nana, now disappear like tada
She smoking on that Tada, now who the fuck gonna stop her

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game
I do it big my niggas do the same thing
I'm throwin' signs, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm on the team, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing
I'm smokin' weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I'm throwin signs it's looking like I gang bang

 

[fox69]

"Gangster 101"
(feat. King Los)

"Gangster 101"
(feat. King Los)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
Anywhere that we go they know us
I keep some KK in the plane rolled up
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
I do my thing, 100k to show up
Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Called some friends, told her call some friends
Pour some juice and Gin
We go in, we be going in
We don't know the end
Pour some Gin, she want some more Henn
I'm late for level ten
Love again, never love again, never love again
Niggas talk down, really mean it cause it's all for fame
Look at me, look into my eyes, I been through some pain
Lost some change, then bounced back again
Gave some niggas game, y'all some lames, y'all some lames
Y'all some, y'all some lames
I'm just counting up this money, rolling up a plane
Niggas in my lane, so I'm focused on some other things
When you a boss in the game you show hella patience
Niggas going on your page, don't know where the bank is
She keep blowing up my phone, said she wanna play
Spent one night at my crib, say she wanna stay
I do what I want to, say what I wanna say
I been hustlin', hustlin', I been hustlin'

[Wiz Khalifa (King Los):]
Anywhere that we go they know us
I keep some KK in the plane rolled up
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
I do my thing, 100k to show up
Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
(Yeah, yeah, I shouldn't have hit that KK)

[King Los:]
Oh, shit, hold up, hold up, bro I'm focused
Roll up, blow and choke it
Water don't approach us
Fucked the hoe with magic, call it hocus pocus
Los the dopest spoken, flow and stroke the coldest
Stroked the hoe and told her, "Woah, woah, woah catch it all"
Like Pokemon then poke the poke to free 'em
Hokey Pokey, put your left foot in
I put the effort in, don't eff with them
I chef with the same shit I'm left with
Cooking with the left, boy, I'm Stephen
Wicked with the right like I'm Leftwich
Spit it to a dyke, get the leverage
Kick it for a night, that's the blessin'
Might hit it twice if I'm guessin'
She'll probably bring her wife to the session
Bitch on wood like Spike at the Knick game
Nice with the dick game, slurp game, twerk game
Pipe in a chick frame, twenty-four seven
More money, more blessings
I ain't got fifty cents for the bitch
I don't ask her twenty-one questions
My nigga's flip yayo, I just put the bucks in the bank
Keep it G with the niggas 'round the way though
You knit that together, you get that
You chit-chat too much, you're a bitch ass nigga
A big ass bitch, that's a BBW
I'm a eighties baby, that's BB's on BMW's
You PMS cause you BS, I serve niggas like UPS
The groupies sweat the coupe
The Gucci sweats, the retro sneaks
The groove too fresh, the proven best
The cool respect the cool
So who are you, the spectical
The new special dude, the next to rule
The extra ruse, I'm extra rude
My ex could prove that I had to make an extra move now...

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Anywhere that we go they know us
I keep some KK in the plane rolled up
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
I do my thing, 100k to show up
Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

 

[fox69]

"Get Sum"

"Get Sum"


They say the boy sick and they can't diagnose my symptoms
Went and seen the doctor trynna find me a prescription
Told him since the early teen all I see the color green
He say it ain't nothing wrong probably wasn't listening
Listening, Out of town where any of the paper be
Grandma tell me go to church somebody need to pray for me
So I leave and go and see the preacher he said holy smoke
See I'm nothing like you my pockets got the holy ghost
From that side of town where you can get for the shorty loow
Fuck about a price tag everythings affordable
And my homie told me if you a nigga be a rich one
Why you on ya ass if you ain't got no money get sum

Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Get some get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Get some get some
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it

If the streets no anything about me they know that I'm a ball
Different city everynight I'm a star
And I don't need a piece I want it all
Tell em all

If the streets no anything about me they know that I'm a ball
Every night a different chick in my car
And I don't need a piece I want it all
Tell em all

Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Get some get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it

I wake up and think of bout how to get my paper
Then roll some and stink up say hi to all you haters
No teacher can school me I'm smart but not a scholar
Shit if I was a book Id be all about a dollar
I never had a job or something that I majored
I've been hustling since a cub had a buzz like a pager
You straight from the path and I'm on one that's narrow
Dacasein muchavo that mucho deniro
Fresh like a Pharaoh My clothes come from Caro
The beat kick like Bruce lee my flow some like Paro
(Like PARO?) Like Paro and ain't afraid to spend it
That mean I'm getting money if you ain't got yours get it

Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Get some Get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain't got it go and get it

 

[fox69]

"Get That Zip Off"

"Get That Zip Off"


Uh, what is you saying? My money insane
I’m fresh off a plane, I'm rolling a plane
Girl why is you playing? Let’s stick to the plan
That weed is so good that it stick to my hand
It come from the land, I know I’m the man
Bought a few packs so they throw a few in
I don’t understand, I know what you been
I smoke ‘til it’s gone and grow it again (Huh?)
It ain't nothin’ to get that zip off
It ain't nothin’ to get that zip off

I was smoking trees at the party acting gnarly
I got hundred pounds of weed, talked to shawty, what ya need?
Kush be so strong get it once it’s hard to breathe
Have you coughing up a lung, so much smoke you tryna leave
Blowing up a nigga phone, what I tell your ass?
Talking about that pack I ain’t tryna sell your ass
(God damn) Rollie on my wrist, doobie in my fist
Sipping on that Kris, definitely going to jail if I take a piss
It ain’t nothin’ to get that tip off
Arm out the window, it ain’t nothin’ to get that clip off
It ain't nothing to knock your clique off
Put it in her mouth, I swear she tried to suck my dick off (God Damn)

[Hook:]
It ain't nothin’ to get that zip off
It ain't nothin’ to get that zip off
28 grams in a zip lock
It ain't nothin’ to get that zip off

Got one rolled up, you should roll one too
Let’s get fucked up, girl you know how we do
What time? What place? Drink gin no chase
First time all out, next time call us

Don’t hit the bong, get the smoke is bad
Say you smoking strong, but you wrong, you been smoking trash
It ain't in my lungs if it ain’t that pressure
First thing in the morning grab my joint from out the dresser
Keep my OG in a jar ‘cause I like it fresh
Said he hit the weed, he ain’t ready yet
Straight up flexin’ on these children like I’m WIllie Nelson
No discussion, come to drugs I got a big selection

[Hook]

[Laughing] 28 grams nigga
The fuck you wanna do nigga?
I’m coning the joint while we talk right now nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
A zip at a time bitch, put that lil’ ass shit away
Fuck wrong with you niggas man
We do it big over here man, Taylor Gang
I’ll be in motherfuckin’ Denver on 4/20 nigga
Weed’s legal there, so that’s sweet
Y’ll niggas smoke like two joints a day
And you talkin’ bout you gettin’ high motherfucker
That’s cool, we gon’ continue to get dumb high
We ain’t abusing it, we using it