Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"Got Damn Love It"

"Got Damn Love It"


Yeah
Now I see yall niggas out
Fuckin face be all twisted up and shit man
Sup with that man
Me? I'm got damn lovin it
Life that is, hahaha
You mofuckers better get some money or your corner or sommin
You doug?
Wipe that frown off your face, we gettin it

Gunna think shit sweet, nigga ain't shit funny (funny)
Ain't just me the whole team gettin money (money)
50 box of sweets nigga we stay blunted (blunted)
On that old race spent a clean 600 (yeah)
In the front seat got a playboy bunny (bunny)
Different kinda hos not the same lil bussy (naw)
I do them bitches raw but them broads still love me (yeah)
They know the grand long big dog you a puppy (puppy)
You swimmin in the water wit a shark you a guppy (guppy)
The boy flow sick like my fuckin nose runnin (runnin)
And niggas talk shit but it ain't bout nothin (nothin)
I'm way too high on this piff that I'm puffin (puffin)
Always on my grind on my minds get money (yeah)
Throw it in the air we in this bitch like fuck it (yeah)
Show my ass in public (public)
I got damn love it (love it)
When it comes to my town bitch I Chris Brown run it (yeah)

I fly around the world gettin got damn money (moneh)
I'm a ballaholic and you niggas on a budget (oh)
Fill a swisher with that fat red sayin fuck it (fuck it)
Talk that good shit cuz I got damn love it (yeah)
I fly around the world gettin got damn money (moneh)
I'm a ballaholic and you niggas on a budget (oh)
Fill a swisher with that fat red sayin fuck it (fuck it)
Talk that good shit cuz I got damn love it (yeah)

I go way da fuck hard never slack one minute (minute)
Keep a cigarilla with a sack rolled in it
I go way da fuck hard never slack one minute (minute)
Keep a cigarilla with a sack rolled in it
I go way da fuck hard never slack one minute (minute)
Keep a cigarilla with a sack rolled in it
I go way da fuck hard never slack one minute (minute)
Keep a cigarilla with a sack rolled in it

You niggas had a run now you cats all finished (finished)
I hear dat bullshit and start to laugh at yall niggas (haha)
Throw a lot of cash but I stack large figures (yeah)
Flow straight drop out the crack jaw nigga (yeah)
Only smoke good not a backyard twista (twisa)
Light green grape fillin that long swisher (swisha)
Niggas wanna talk really got no issue (naw)
Never had a show niggas not official (naw)
Never had a fan wanna take a flick wit cha (naw)
Bet chu never made a couple hundred thou did ya (nope)
Niggas see me now wanna do it how Wiz do (how Wiz do)
I'm raw like a animal I make it look simple (look simple)
So fuck tha small talk I'm bout my dolla billas (billas)
Worst way to hurt ems gettin money on them niggas (yeah (gettin money on them niggas))

I fly around the world gettin got damn money (moneh)
I'm a ballaholic and you niggas on a budget (oh)
Fill a swisher with that fat red sayin fuck it (fuck it)
Talk that good shit cuz I got damn love it (yeah)
I fly around the world gettin got damn money (moneh)
I'm a ballaholic and you niggas on a budget (oh)
Fill a swisher with that fat red sayin fuck it (fuck it)
Talk that good shit cuz I got damn love it (yeah)

So fix you face
I told yall boys man
I'm got damn lovin it
I ain't even got no reason to be mad
412 ya doug

 

[fox69]

"Got Everything"
(feat. Courtney Noelle)

"Got Everything"
(feat. Courtney Noelle)



[Verse 1: Wiz]
Baby I go, hard
So hard, sometimes it's hard to tell whether not I'm even on my job
Most of the time I'm running 'round, either that or I'm gone
Some of these people hating, but we don't see 'em at all
Cause we done made it, too far
Got something to say then fuck 'em
Ain't trying to lose out on all of this for nothing
I'm usually just balling and shit, whatever I want, I'mma get
No time to count the money that I got because all of it's getting spent
And all of my niggas grind so all of us getting rich
And most of these niggas fly but all of 'em ain't the shit
That's why you holding me down, been doing it ever since
Only one I wanna be 'round and counting up all these chips...wit'

[Hook x2: Courtney]
Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it
Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it
I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me
Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

[Verse 2: Wiz]
And I, swear you deserve a wedding ring
Can't ever see you choosing nothing over instead of me
Won't ever leave you, you're the one I need so that's how I'm gonna treat you
Take you places where they using different language to greet you
Smile and shake when they meet you
Lot of cake but you got a lot of love from me and when I'm home, you can't get enough of me
Cause even when we both tired, you still put up with me
Ain't going nowhere for sure, feel like you stuck with me
Swear I feel lucky, I get anything I want
And if I need it then you got it, if I say it then you trust me
Don't see you much but when I do, I need your love and I'mma need it in a rush

[Hook x2]

[Bridge: Courtney]
Baby I can't break you heart, make you wait no more
Anytime you need me, I'll be right there for sure
You don't even have to call me, just say my name
I'll be right there waiting for you

[Hook x4]

 

[fox69]

"Got Me Some More"

"Got Me Some More"


[Hook 1]
Where you going? What you doin?
They hating on it, but you keep it moving
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more

[Verse 1]
Hundred bottles that's nothin'
I be out Greystone and I'm stuntin'
I be up standing on the couch bottle in my mouth
Pourin' champaigne and spitting champaigne out
Just cause I came up from not havin' shit
Made a couple mill off this rapping shit
Smoking papers ya'll smoking backwoods
Hustle smart, while ya'll hustle backwards
Niggas gettin' lost in the game
Me, I'm all getting sorts of change
Niggas tryna cross in my lane
I'm thinking that it's awesome, fixing up a cone
Porsche getting washed in the rain
Rolex watches, diamonds in my chain, damn look at all them rings
Don't know what to call it, smoke like a rasta
Drink like an alcoholic, like I just came back from college
Take another shot I'm ballin', KK cones up in my wallet
Came here and turnt up, Now your hoes wanna' go with us
At the crib with my niggas
They ain't acting like they your bitches no more

[Hook 2]
Where you going? What you doin?
They hating on it, but you keep it moving
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more
Keep that KK, and it's rolled up
Got that bombay, now we slowed up
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more

[Verse 2]
When I started this ain't have all of this
Now I came up what chu' calling it?
Couple millionaires on my calling list
Need it Hookah's niggas yes men
Scared to tell the truth cause
Now these old heads think they the new us
Got a bitch so thick call her two cups
And my chain so cold got the roof up
I only been here for three years and made more than you in ten
Told my niggas we started broke and never going there again (thank god amen)
Them niggas hating but they know we don't stop
Now I'm flying out to different places
Talking shit
Demonstrating shit that makes us rich and famous
Money conversations
Obligations, not about a dollar is a foreign language
Now I got everything
A better car, a better team and I ain't worried about nigggaaaasss

[Hook 2]

[Bridge]
Got money then, I got me
If it's bout' money it's bout' me
Made my way up in the game when they doubtin' me ohhhhh
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me
If it's bout money it's bout me
If you rolling up ain't no getting high without me nooo
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more

[Hook 2]

 

[fox69]

"Gotta Get It"

"Gotta Get It"


The game ain't changed I'm just a new breed
As you'll see fans turned over a new leaf
I know it's hard to swallow that's how the truth be
Heard I'm gettin' dollars got you lookin' for the new me
A lot of niggas on they own shit I do me
I'm one hundred everything I talk you'll see
And I'mma chase that bread 'til I'm filthy
I keep money on the wig like ya girl's weave
And I kill beats - that's probly why they think hip hop's dead cause I spit hot lead
Feel like I just got fed, so I'm nowhere near comfortable
Even though they tell me can't no one here fuck with you
Bitches scream my name, real niggas say "I fucks with you"
I grind no days off that's how a hustler do
And I'm accustomed to creatin' that real shit
That money motivate you can feel shit

That paper on my mind I'mma grind 'til I'm finished
I'm feelin' like I, I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it
And realistically the sky is the limit
I'm out here so I, I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it
Niggas slackin' on they grind intuition
They slippin' so I, I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it
Yeah yeah and change the life I'm livin'
That's out here for me - so I, I gotta get it. (Yeah)

 

[fox69]

"Great To Be There (Outro)"

"Great To Be There (Outro)"


Yea man
It's ya boy
Young Khalifa man
Wiz Khalifa
Whatever the fuck you wanna call me
and uh, its '09, Star year, yea
So we gone do this like this
Taylor Gang
Heavy Hustle and all that
Uh Um

[VERSE 1:]
New Money, New Car, New Crib
And You Gone Need Luggage Cause This Nigga's A Trip
Need To Buyer, Frequent Flyer
Loose Chains with it, Need Some Pliers, Get A Grip
And Me Im On The Suppliers Sitting Wit
Got A Blunt Rolled
Keep Me A Dime Wit Sitting Bitch
Im Mr.Space, Sign Niggas Like Elroy
And My Bills Big Face Like Hellboy
They Say Im Guaranteed To Blow Young Steroid
And I Get It Gone, My New Home Is The Airport
Wake Up In A New City And Stay
Party All Night, Then Go To Sleep On A Plane
Yea.
And It's Mill To Ice Grillz
Saying All You Wants A Picture
But Nigga Im Tryna Chill
Lot Of Speculation Since A Nigga Signed A Deal
But For All Y'all That Hold Me Down For Real
I Wanna Thank Ya

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2:]
I Ain't Make Your Front Page Or Your Top Ten
Im Not A Hipster Plus I Heard Rocks In
First Flight On The Way, But 'Til It Drops Then
Im Peroxiding The Cut, Getting It Popping
A New Year, Got A Couple Shows Locked In
Couple Of Important Folks Doing Some Talking
Im With The Stars And Niggas Who Go Hard
Getting Chavo
Niggas Duckin' From Rosado
Checking Battery Life Now, Charging My iPhone
I Do It Big, You Just The Shit In Your Time Zone
I Switch Those Like Clothes
Charm Like A Computer With A Virus Whos Mind Froze
Whoa
I Get Alot Of Whole Hate, Whole Lot Of Hoes
Spend A Whole Lot Of Cake On A Prod Of Clothes
When You Mention My Name, They Ain't Gotta Know
This For Thinking They Ought Of Know
I Wanna Thank Ya

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Green Suicide"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"Green Suicide"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



[Intro:]
I got my own strand of weed, its comin' out, It's called Green Suicide
It's got be at y'all local dispensary

[Hook - Juicy J:]
This that shit, This that shit
That'll have you sky high
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
Have you leaning' with a ratchet hoe
This that shit, this that shit
That have you light up on a dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you loose yo fuckin' mind
We call it Green Suicide

[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
This that shit will have you feeling like you Superman
This that shit that have you feein'l like you in a Lamb
This the type of shit that make you blow a hundred grand
This the type of shit that make yo bitch come fuck the fam
Once you take one hit of this you gon' feel so high you not coming' back
This is that shit that have me wilding' and spazzin' on all of them tracks
This is that shit that have me pimpin' bitches that bringin' me racks
All in the while I be smellin' like Cookies and shit while I'm running thru racks
Aye this that shit you never smoked before
Yeah this that shit that make you wanna choke
Aye this that shit that'll have you on the floor (yeah)
Aye this that shit that'll make you kick a door

[Hook - Juicy J:]
This that shit, This that shit
That'll have you sky high
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
Have you leaning' with a ratchet hoe
This that shit, this that shit
That have you light up on a dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you loose yo fuckin' mind
We call it Green Suicide

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Put that shit off in your lungs
Break it down roll you a joint
We smoke it all til its done
Three pounds all til its done
Beef with my squad better run
Millions I want more than one
Bad hoes I want more than one
Just a bought a car for my son
Put that shit in the garage he'll drive it when he's old enough
Had to go switch up my bank the old one wouldn't hold enough
Old bitches cuttin' me off say I don't hit they phone enough
If you ain't down with the gang then my big you can't roll with us
Codeine in the Soda, I put KK in the Cone
And I took a bitch and I don't know her
Pour some drink I'm never sober
I done rolled a hundred drinks and I don't leave the crib
Even hit snoop hit it once and said he need a zip, nigga

[Hook - Juicy J:]
This that shit, This that shit
That'll have you sky high
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
Have you leaning' with a ratchet hoe
This that shit, this that shit
That have you light up on a dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you loose yo fuckin' mind
We call it Green Suicide

[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
I'm working like a boss, smokin' like a chief
Smokin' on a pound lookin' like a reef
This shit put you down put yo ass to sleep
This shit have me buyin' a pound every other week
3-5 in my zone, she like damn this long (mm hmm)
One puff and she gone, she like damn this shit strong
I'm like yeah bitch I'm on, You ain't used to this shit
You ain't used to this fire weed, you ain't used to gettin' lit
Aye, this that shit that make you act a fool
Aye, this that shit that have you skippin' school
Aye, this that shit that make you go bizerk
But this that shit that make you put in work

[Hook - Juicy J:]
This that shit, This that shit
That'll have you sky high
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you mix the sprite with a dirty 4
Have you leaning' with a ratchet hoe
This that shit, this that shit
That have you light up on a dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you loose yo fuckin' mind
We call it Green Suicide

We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
Go to your local dispensary tell em' you want new Juicy J weed
Green Suicide Nigga, knock you on your motherfuckin' ass nigga this that shit

 

[fox69]

"Guilty Conscience"

"Guilty Conscience"


[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh
I'm higher than a plane and I don't wanna land
Every time I speak I see a hundred grand
Rollin' so much weed it's like the motherland
I ain't talkin' English, I'm talkin' rubber bands
Jacksons, Franklins, either one of them
You ain't talkin' paper, dawg, so you don't understand
Spazzin' on these niggas bitch I'm goin' ham
Taxin' all these niggas call me Uncle Sam
Rappin' got me on the beach relaxin'
Smokin' OG by the LB now the O's just filled with ashes
And niggas keep on hatin', I just roll one get my cash
And hear 'em talk bout what they gon' do
But I know that ain't gon' happen

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
When you think of a gang of real niggas spendin' money
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who came in here bought anything they wanted
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of some niggas who gon' get it how they live
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who really out here doin' it big
Then you thinkin' bout us

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I roll 'em faster than a train and I don't wanna stop
Niggas say "need a verse", they 50 grand a pop
Smokin' on the best, graded at the top
Finish up another tour and buy another watch
Fly new plane, board another yacht
Do another show, I'm out here gettin' paid
But you will never know
My cheese so long, my weed so strong, think I'mma overdose
Uhhh man I'm baggin' it, empty a bag now I'm packin' it
Try turn down but I can't get it
I'mma roll one, pass it around til everybody in the room can't finish
You a fuck nigga so you can't hit it
Ball so hard that you can't win it
So much money bank can't fit it
Had my own style til you ran wit it
OG kush I'm the man wit it

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
When you think of a gang of real niggas spendin' money
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who came in here bought anything they wanted
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of some niggas who gon' get it how they live
Then you thinkin' bout us
When you think of who really out here doin' it big
Then you thinkin' bout us

I Love You Baby...

 

[fox69]

"Handle My Biz"
(feat. JR Donato)

"Handle My Biz"
(feat. JR Donato)



Hey Wiz, they tryna lock a nigga up
How many grams they asked you you had?
What you tell 'em?
28 right?

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Bad bitch come to my crib, handle my business
Let a nigga know shit's real, handle my business
Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business
Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business
Smokin' pounds of kush, handle my business
Ridin' in a brand new car, woosh, handle my business
Handle my business, handle my business, handle my business

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Smokin' on the kush, ridin' in a brand new whip
Feelin' like a pimp
[?] money good
[?] bitch nigga would, [?] bitch nigga would
Handle my business, I'mma handle my business
Handle my business, I'mma handle my business
Handle my business, got a handful of Benji's
Hand on the strap, I'mma handle that witness
I'mma handle that car, I'mma handle that bitch
She gonna handle this dick
After that, roll some weed up
Chill with my feet up
Ya'll some hand-me-down niggas
Posted in the car with the top down smokin' on the shit that'll paralyze niggas

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

[Verse 2: J.R. Donato]
High as fuck and it's 28 grams later
Keep the Ruger, I'mma shoot it in a damn skater
I'm from the Chi but Atlanta where I'm gonna take her
If I put her on the corner then I'm gonna break her
(Make her handle my business, straight up out the trenches
Young nigga tryna double my digits while I'm kickin' this pimpin')
Two white cups sippin', ride around piped up gettin' it
Chain so bright that it might cause tension
Brought the Benz all Spring, so they know it ain't rented
Feelin' like a Beatle, god damn, John Lennon
Put my finger on the trigger, I be sprayin' for a minute
I tell 'em, wait, wait, let me handle that
Little steak, Little eggs, let me scramble that
Two guns, two clips, finna rumble
Tell their hoes I'm bouta fire, where they candles at?
Where they candles at?
Cause I be sippin' on somethin'
Never been a Goofy, shootin' a movie
Table full of shroomies while I'm rollin' the doobie
You starin' at me like you wanna hit it or somethin'
Your bitch lookin' like she want the dinik or somethin'
I prolly give her the somethin' in addition to somethin'
Cookin' like I'm in the kitchen or somethin'
You lookin' broke boy, get you some money
Then I don't

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Head To The Sky"
(feat. Kev Tha Hustla)

"Head To The Sky"
(feat. Kev Tha Hustla)



[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
I represent rostrum records
I represent heavy hustle records,
I represent G.O.V
I represent pittsburgh man! Its a whole movement
It's alot of niggas out here grinding, we all doing are thing so we have to support ourselves and come together
Shoutout to ID Labs, Shoutout to ID management
We gonna do this shit like a fucking prince of the city

[Hook x2:]
I got my ear to the streets, head to the sky
Niggas wanna hate and I don't understand why
I'm just tryna get money, Money!
And have the whole world remember me
So touch mine and become a memory

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
They ain't heard about me, although they got to be dead
With no soul in they body cause this how I lives
We middle finger cops like who y'all rolling on
Straight conversation I ain't with that holding on
You see me ho, I'm gone yeah that's that ray I roll
And ten patron shots, I'm way outta control
Just like a bad defender I'm way out of my zone
And this is what I tell 'em
Ugh, like what the fuck you yelling 'bout
This music shit will be the only time I'm selling out
No I can't sell you shit, your phone bling crazy
I keep them magnums I ain't trying to hear "that's Kev's baby"
I'm on my griz a couple shooter kids
I guarantee you hear some shots
U fuck would knock there I ain't knocking shit
U hear me knocking, cops coming nigga let me in!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah! You see I'm fly like a bitch drunk like a mothafucka
High as a kite bout to roll me up another one
Bought a couple stacks So team came to blow something shorty why u shaking like that go and show something
Young but I'm stuntin know I stay bossed up ho I got game fuck around and get crossed up
She ain't believe me so I did her like hot sauce left her in the wind and her friend got knocked off
A lot of niggas gettin mad cause I'm out here making large amounts of paper but it ain't gonna stop
I'm either on the road makin money or the lab with Kev Tha Hustla, sledgren, lonnie or my nigga young knock
Getting stupid cash call this a dumb knock, I'm living that life little nigga your not
Instead of worrying about me could be getting more gwap, bitch I got mines, u should get yours, you dug

[Hook]

[Verse 3: S. Money]
Keep my ears to the streets, head to the sky, niggas keep hating and they must wanna die
Mad cause I get it and they hate that I'm fly my shoes say Gucci ride 745
I'm all about the money, u can see it in my eyes I'mma always keep it real I ain't mever told a lie
Your boy speak the truth everytime I spit a rhyme
My finger on the trigger keep the paper on my mind
PGH where I'm from niggas stay on the grind
My city ain't safe niggas stay clappin iron
412 we on the map now baby and money off music spitting raps all crazy
Still rolling blunts yes I stay hazy
Your dude 8 sticks now my eyes all lazy
I was real nigga so how could ya hate me
King of the pitt so why try to play me

 

[fox69]

"Heart & Soul"

"Heart & Soul"


Usually, Ahh I do a weed song
So Uhh, Here go a weed song

Marijuanaaa, I love it my brother
Marijuana, in my soul
Marijuana, in my heart
OOOOHH

I like to smoke marijuanaIt gives me a deep meditation
I love to draw marijuana
It give me a deep meditation
It keep the natty dreadlocks jumping
It keep the natty dreadlocks rocking
It keep the natty dreadlocks swinging
The white man love to smoke marijuana
The black man love to cultivate it

I love to smoke marijuana
It give me a deep meditation
Marijuanaaa

Smoke, I choke, I blow them O's
In my chest and out my nose
OG Kush exotic brands
(I love it to my heart & soul)
I done smoke all kinds of strands
African, Afghanistan
From the pharmacy, hand in hand
Gettin high with my enginieer
I stay smokin bud with my cameraman
Ounce a day, what I put on

I love it with my heart and soul
So I can't stop smoking it

I love to draw Marijuana
It keep the natty dreadlocks jumping
It keep the natty dreadlocks rocking
It give me a deep meditation
Marijuanaaa Oh Oh I love it

Break it down and roll it great
My marijuana motivate
And no, it ain't gettin old
(I love it to my heart & soul)
Okayyyy
I brought the weed
Who got the swisher?

I love it to my heart and soul
So I couldn't stop smoking it
I love it to my heart and soul
The white man love to smoke marijauana
The black man love to cultivate it
It give me a deep meditation
It keep the natty dreadlocks jumping
It keep the natty dreadlocks rocking
I love to smoke Marijuana, marijuana