Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"Aw Shit"

"Aw Shit"


It's about time right?
Where's the 'dro?
Drama Wiz
Count 'em up bitch
28 Grams

[Hook 1:]
You know I stay high
I pull up in my ride
Shades so dark that you can't see my eyes

Smoking on loud, blowing on clouds
Just did a show but don't know the amount
Taking your bitch if you're leaving her out
You niggas so broke, you sold homie the clown

[Hook 2:]
Yo, she go over there
Other hoes don't compare
Throw them 1's in the air
Throw them 1's in the air

KK with hash, a nigga with cash
I'm taking the money, smack it on her ass
She give me good brain, she ahead of her class
I came in here first but I'm leavin' here last

[Hook 3:]
Baddest bitch in the club, gonna work somethin'
Bend it over for me baby, gonna twerk somethin'
Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'
Let me spend some ends on it if it's worth somethin'

[Bridge:]
You gone pick up all this money when I throw it
You gone pick up all this money when I throw it
You gone pick up all this money when I throw it
You gone pick up all this money when I throw it
You gone pick up all this money when I throw it

[Hook 4:]
I roll one, I roll two
One for me, one for you
When we high, ain't no tellin' what we do

No where to go, so much to blow
Keepin' it private so nobody know
Doing your thing when you slide down the poll
Give you a drink you get out of control

[Hook 5:]
On your [?] cause you're nothin' like the rest of 'em
Oh, you know you're fucking with the best of 'em

Shots of that gin, her and her friend
We leave the club then I'm goin' in
Soon as I'm done, we do it again

[Hook 3]

[Bridge]

See, many of ya'll have been ridin' with us
Smokin' with us and gettin' money with us for a while
Welcome back
All hail Trap Wiz
Full Dram'
Pittsburgh, what's up?
Something's life and life is living!
Fucking awesome, yeah!
Hehehe, 28 grams
For ya'll that don't know what 28 grams is
It's an ounce of weed, preferably

 

[fox69]

"B.A.R. (Burn After Rolling)"

"B.A.R. (Burn After Rolling)"


Tailor game
Paper planes... uh
And no matter what I say
Everyday I keep count
Whoever niggas speak about

Lambourghini dreams, beach house wishes
Pour bottles of champaigne for my beach house bitches
It ain't new to me that money boy I been bout
Throwin' hundreds on the floor I tell her keep count
Nigga they in love with what I say cause aaa
Really live the life you other niggas speak about
Got my camera man he's down to do a movie for me
Couple niggas round that's down to do the shootin for me
I'm still ridin' with my main bitch
She rollin' a joint somethin' old school playin'
She love me we fuckin', we in the fly free zone with some niggas who capped an save it
I let her shop til she drop dead
Sleepin' in her crib wake up to decent pot plant
Jordan shorts and a pair of polo socks blazin' with yo bitch
You wanna live smoke this

I'm glad to be here out the way in so looong so looong so long
I finally find me a cloud to float ooon float ooon
And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on float on
And I don't have much, but I take all I got and that's what I give (what I give)
What I get in return is the money I earn an the life I live (life I live)
I'm so gone yes I burn after rollin' (after rollin')
And float ooon an float oooon an float oon

Don't talk numbers I hire people to speak for me
If you love her then hide your bitch so you keep shawty
Ever fly private, so much diamonds in my chain hell a sky milage
I fell asleep on a plane
An never woke up, an now I'm livin' the dream
Suckas hate hard, hoes treat me like I'm a king
They wanna live comfortably sippin' on champaigne
Real niggas fuck with me, so drama is not a thing
I gave my Momma the O she told her anythin' that come through the door to open the whole clip
I'm with yo bitch smokin' let her keep the mid I'm a roll this potent
Hotel so close to the water you can even hear the ocean
Them bitches can't breathe beware of em niggas with tattoo sleeves

I'm glad to be here out the way in so looong so looong so long
I finally find me a cloud to float ooon float ooon
And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on float on
And I don't have much, but I take all I got and that's what I give (what I give)
What I get in return is the money I earn an the life I live (life I live)
I'm so gone yes I burn after rollin' (after rollin')
And float ooon an float oooon an float oon

One smoke cause they know that I keep flavors
Tell me how them other niggas lame
And she love a cool press so she fuckin' with the tailors
We're all stars and smoke papers, iphone with no ring tones
Vibrator on plain mode, palm trees, an bumpy road
The weed burning, but the the money just blow
While I'm lookin' at your nigga's face
Light another l an pull the liquor out the case
Niggas tryin' to fell see me now they wanna hate
Fly another plane in different city, nother state
My cash change the forecast, as a team was half baked before classs
Now I smoke joints with other niggas hoes
And this shit you burn after you roll

I'm glad to be here out the way in so looong so looong so long
I finally find me a cloud to float ooon float ooon
And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on float on
And I don't have much, but I take all I got and that's what I give (what I give)
What I get in return is the money I earn an the life I live (life I live)
I'm so gone yes I burn after rollin' (after rollin')
And float ooon an float oooon an float oon

 

[fox69]

"Bad Guy"

"Bad Guy"


Super villain, outlaw, renegade
Smoking, drinking gin with my lemonade
Don't gotta chase these bitches dog they in a race
I make all this money throw it in your face
Said you know my name but you can't say it right
Long as you let me fuck then you can stay the night
I play the game, you playing safe, let's take shots try no chase
Then we slide like home base

Oh, so pick a time and please tell me where you wanna go
Don't need to ask no questions you should already know
Got gleecko by the bottle yeah we keep it popping champagne by the bar
Plenty sour diesel to smoke
Cause I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [X2]
The one your parents wonder about the nigga of your wildest dreams

Couple of thousand dollars on this rosé
Like girls who came that far but don't stay
We can go to my house or back to your place
You bring a friend and then go both ways
Fuckin' with these niggas cause our money good
Superstar status plus I keep it hood

Aha, so pick a time and please tell me where you wanna go
Don't need to ask no questions you should already know
Got gleecko bottle yeah we keep it popping champagne by the bar
Plenty sour diesel to smoke
Cause I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [X2]
I'm the one your parents wonder about the nigga of your wildest dreams

Bad guy so I keep a bad bitch with me,
Know how to roll a joint and live a life like a bring it back
Bad guy so I keep a bad bitch with me,
Know how to roll a joint and live a life like a villain

Some wonder how I could do the hard times
But I can do that, they say
I'm the bad guy, say I'm the bad guy,
I'm the bad guy, say that to the bad guy
And I need a bad girl, and I need a bad girl [X2]
I'm the one your parents wonder about the nigga of your wildest dreams

 

[fox69]

"Bad Influence"

"Bad Influence"


See I be gettin'to it, gettin' to it
Come to these broads I be stickin' movin'
Don't ever talk it, if I didn't do it
I'm ridin' round, bumpin' in some new shit
Looking for bad broads to cruise with
Come and kick it with a winner
No, we never losin'
I'm a call some of my dawgs, call them girls you cool with
I ain't nothing like them niggas cause they all illusion
I'm a roll some of this weed put my car in motion
Now we roller coastin'
Tell me I'm the one you need
Well, that ain't hard to believe
Hit this chronic then we leave
By now you probably wonderin what tricks I got up my sleeve
Cause tell me how you want it tho
And I'll slow down the speed
I open up the roof and drop the top you feel the breeze
Yeah I'm young and successful
But I made it out the streets
I'm throwin all my funds
And make it back in a week
You need to roll with me
You the baddest, to say the least

Shorty, what's good?
If you down, we can ride out to the hood
I'm tryna meet her, when you meet me like I should
We got you on, so you meet us understood, it's understood
It's all good! I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there
Top down riding round through the city blowin loud while we screamin
I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there
Top down riding round through the city blowin loud

Major player, major paper
You with a money maker
Tell them lames you gon' call them later
I'm just tryn get you higher then a skyscraper
Take you out get you flyer than a pilot, babe
I ain't running game no this ain't the same
I'm tryn put you in position to do bigger thangs
Everything in your name
Let your homegirls hate
Niggas try, but they ain't gettin in a way
I've been workin all day, now I'm dressed, tryn make a play
Wonderin if she leave here or she gon' stay
I'm a let you push the whip, to the crib, while I twist
Say you stoned so I'm gon' take this one to the face
Niggas tryn win the race, I'm just tryn get you laced
Take her right up to my place
Bring the bottles by the case
Roll the chronic, have a taste
I ain't got no time to waste

Shorty, what's good?
If you down, we can ride out to the hood
I'm tryna meet her, when you meet me like I should
We got you on, so you meet us understood, it's understood
It's all good! I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there
Top down riding round through the city blowin loud while we screamin
I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there
Top down riding round through the city blowin loud

 

[fox69]

"Bake Sale"
(feat. Travis Scott)

"Bake Sale"
(feat. Travis Scott)



[Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa:]
Mistercap
You ready again bro?
Yeah!
TGOD Mafia
Straight out of Pittsburgh, mane
Can't smoke weed to it
Don't doubt this nigga
I don't wanna listen to it
He the truth, nigga

[Hook - Travis Scott:]
At my bake sale yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lovin', havin' sex, hell yeah
All day, hell yeah
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

I've been on the phone, hell yeah
Gettin' calls from home, hell yeah
So I started up a bake sale, yeah
They know I got all the cake, hell yeah

[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Cookies and OG
Come to my crib, we blow by the Os
Kush, you already know
It ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke it
I keep a bitch gettin' stoned
We wakin' and bakin', puffin' a J
She told me that I'm her new favorite
How much do we blaze? A hundred a day
Say they got the good but what the pack smell like?
Feel like it's a dream but now we back to real life
It's incredible
I got flowers, wax, inhalers, edibles
All shit you never saw
And it's all at my bake sale
Roll another one, help me think well
I stay with the plane
I'm slangin' them thangs, you know we ain't new to this
Let's turn on the stove and call up some hoes
Let's roll up and do this shit

[Hook - Travis Scott:]
At my bake sale yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lovin', havin' sex, hell yeah
All day, hell yeah
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
I just rolled a pound at my bake sale
Bitches goin' down at my bake sale
I just keep it real, I don't fake well
Niggas say they on, well I can't tell
I just fucked three hoes, I don't know their name
Pussy come and pussy go, it's all the same
I'm rollin' up the weed while I count the cake
Naked bitches in the kitchen, shake 'n' bake
What you think? I'm on this dank, I'm off that drank
I often blaze an ounce a day
You at my crib, it's no mistake
Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shattered pieces
Glasses, lighters, torches, spark it, anything that matters
You can get it all right here at my

[Hook - Travis Scott:]
At my bake sale yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lovin', havin' sex, hell yeah
All day, hell yeah
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

[Wiz Khalifa & Travis Scott:]
Roll, roll one up
Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up
All day, every day, we ain't roll enough
Get a pound, break it down, get them cones though
It's goin' down, goin' down
I'ma roll one up
Get a J, make a plane, now we goin' up
All day, every day, we ain't smoke enough
I'm on the K, K, stoned as fuck
At my bake sale yeah

 

[fox69]

"Ballin Freestyle"

"Ballin Freestyle"


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

 

[fox69]

"Banger"
(feat. Ty$)

"Banger"
(feat. Ty$)



[Intro:]
Nigga all I smoke is papers
All I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin'
I'm a motherfuckin'

[Hook:]
All I smoke is papers
All I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor
I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor
All I smoke is papers
All I smoke is papers
I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor
Blowing up the game like a banger

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
All I know is smoke when I'm in a ride
All I know is count while I'm getting high
All I know is Flex while I'm in the club
All I know is show them hoes no love
All I know is buy a hundred bottles pour 'em
All I know is old school or a foreign
All I know is make sure they know your name
All I know is ride out for your gang
All I know is make them hoes cone joints
All I know is keep your niggas on point
All I know is have my money on time
All I know is grind lil' nigga, grind
That's all I know

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ty$]
Twisting up fingers, all in your face like what's happenin'
My niggas hop out and get to smashin'
Sock a nigga first then ask him
Where you niggas from? What you niggas bang?
Southside, nigga, Chi-Town, he ain't with the Taylors
This nigga jewerly fake, he ain't getting paper
He a fuck nigga, not a real player
I took his bitch and made her learn how to roll papers
Off Youtube, you should do it too
Type of bitch that like to be around the who's who
Yeah she get around, she like a hula-hoop

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Big bag of that, coming back for that
Roll 'em back to back, keep a sack of that
Don't imagine that, that's a matter of fact
Eyes down in the clouds where you find 'em at
In my MCM bag where the magic at?
Come back to my room, jump on the broom
Swear the magic happened, she hit the magic dragon
Her ass started clapping, I was glancing
Smoking kill, that's that action pack
Tell the DJ to bring it back and tell the weedman to bring a sack
I got a bong and I got a biatch, ass fat, body full of tats
Pick her up, fuck her on the jet, nothin less

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Bankroll"
(feat. Courtney Noelle)

"Bankroll"
(feat. Courtney Noelle)



Blowin' on this ray, spitting game to these hoes.
Money ain't thing 'cause I got paper to blow.
I'm heavy in the game it ain't a thing to a pro.
Baby I'm a star & you already know that I'm gettin' bankroll (bankroll [x10])

(Yeah) See me I was cheifin' on my reefer getting blowed.
In my home alone that's when Sledgren hit my phone, he said Wizzle what you doing [?]
I said we should hit the club, I could swing thru & grab Motor cuh you just hit money up.
Then I jumped in the shower, took me bout an hr, smoked a blunt of ray then put on my star power.
All black Chuck Tays, some Armani frames, 15 carats in my chain bitch I'm heavy in the game.
In my truck I'm switching lanes, feel that beat off in my trunk.
I'm smokin' Mary Wayne, I speed off to the hood & we gone roll about 10 blunts 'fore I'm ready.
I'm spending all this cash up tonite, if you let me.

Blowin' on this ray, spitting game to these hoes. Money ain't thing 'cause I got paper to blow. I'm heavy in the game it ain't a thing to a pro. Baby I'm a star & you already know that I'm gettin' bankroll (bankroll [x10])

(So much fuckin' money I don't know what to do with it. Haha yeahh)

I tap my horn once, I tap again.
This nigga must not hear me, I OOOWOOP he let me in.
I meet up with my mens, then dip out to the spot.
The whole Khalifa gang, 10 cars deep off in the lot.
You [?] off in the front, we creepin' thru the back.
And we gone blow some stacks, them hoes ain't know how to act.
No I.d. I'm underage but far from underpaid.
I'm fresh to death, stay fly until I'm sleep off in a grave.

(Until I'm sleep off in a grave)

You got them hoes you fuck with groupies that I used to know.
Say you gettin' money man, now money's what I choose to blow.
Finna pop some bottles, scream I'm thru.
Came to shut the club down (club down) so make some room. I'm...

Blowin' on this ray, spitting game to these hoes. Money ain't thing 'cause I got paper to blow. I'm heavy in the game it ain't a thing to a pro. Baby I'm a star & you already know that I'm gettin' bankroll (bankroll [x10])

(Ohh, it's finna pop off now. Haha, yeahhhhhhh bitch)

Now we in the club, hear the DJ scream my name.
He shout out Heavy Hustle cause the DJ know my gang.
I'm standin' on the couch in V.I.P. I swing my chain.
The DJ play my song, I throw my cheese & go insane.
And I got what they need, they come & shake it for a boss.
These hoes just out here choosin' homie take it as a lost.
Sweat comin' out my pores (pores) this Patron got me heated.
Security know what it is with me, I'm gettin' weeded.
The hoes say I'm conceited. Niggas say I'm a fool.
My chain is fuckin' freezey, this shit is kinda cool.
And I'm the kind of dude to walk behind ya boo, tell her fuck ya man, I'm the man what you tryna do [?]

Blowin' on this ray, spitting game to these hoes. Money ain't thing 'cause I got paper to blow. I'm heavy in the game it ain't a thing to a pro. Baby I'm a star & you already know that I'm gettin' bankroll (bankroll [x10])

 

[fox69]

"Be Easy"

"Be Easy"


[Chorus: x4]
Be easy [echo]
Be easy [echo]
Or it'll be a long day

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Hold on, let me light my blunt, man
This shit too easy
I'll do it in my sleep

Yeah!
It's a new game
Lame nigga forefit
I'm well ahead thoroughbred
You just horse shit
Flow out of this world
I'm in orbit
More chips
So them hoes chase me like Norbit
I'm more sick
No anidonte
High like manigoat
Flow crack & it's dope
Only talk money, homey
I don't understand the broke
Take something from me
Niggas come & bust yo canalope
I'm out here grindin'
Like a pair of old brakes
Hoe, ain't nothing changed
Na, I rep tha Burg all day
Walk it how I talk it so I talk it how I live it
And if you hear me flowin'
You should know it's not a gimick
If the topic real shit
You should know they count me in it
Your girlfriend want me in her mouth
Like I'm her dentist
The icing on the cake
I'm like the glaze, all finished
Majianna scented
Windows up, truck tinted
You better

[Chorus x4]

Skinny nigga
And I'm tat, tat, tatted up
Run up on me
And get rat, tat, tatted up
That's a promise, not a threat
I'll back it up
Pockets gettin' like the old Star Jones,
Fat as fuck
Got my swagga up
Come at me the wrong way
Like what the song say
It'll be a long day
To pass me you can't see
Got a long way
And even seein' first
I'm comin' 'round that home plate
Come out to the Burg
You'll see that I got it poppin'
If you real, you fuck with me
I ain't gotta an option
See my chain?
They like "how did he get all them rocks in? "
Want me on your song?
I'm a need alot of guap then
Breeze home
And he said he going choppa shoppin'
So if you got a problem
So look to now to stop him
That pistol bangin' shit,
I'm on it
And I don't run the Burg, I own it
You better

[Chorus x4]

(Go 'head & get ready to kill yourself, man)
I'm out her slangin'
Rollin' with these hustlas
Tryna get rid of all you hatas & you bustas
Blowin' my smoke, I get right to it
When they play this,
Everybody in this bitch get stupid
I mean, they just lose it
Wildin' like they pissed off
Find you wrong place or wrong time
You can get lost
Lotta niggas mad
But the hoes love it
Yea, the young'n super bad
You can call me McLovin
I'm gettin' in good
Makin' my spread
And na, I'm never stingy with a plate I break bread
My niggas break heads
And we 25 deep
I see you tryin' hard, nigga
But you not me
I'm fuckin' young stars
There's no question, I be
Hit hard & then I dance on them like I'm Ali
I'm a certified "G"
So don't think that I'm just rappin' to you, homey
You don't really want something happen to you
You better

[Chorus x4]

 

[fox69]

"Big Screen"

"Big Screen"


this the top, oh yeah the tippy
its young khalifa mannn
i see it clearly the money that is
oh yall niggas aint in the way keep doing what you doing
see right thru you

Got me drinking out the bottle,
living for today aint thinking about tomorrow,
niggas fake i can see it with my eyes closed,
in desperate need of a leader so they follow,
and me i only see chavo,
i roll up blizzy and hit it like a high note,
my skin tough as a rhinos,
so keep hating i keep dating these dime hoes,
diamonds on my neck, got diamonds on my chain,
city or your state catch me mobbin with my gang,
nigga violate they wont hestiate to aim,
man i got enough change to afford the price of fame,
im like poison to yall lames, or drugs or prescriptions,
turn my music on get a buzz when you listening,
you want them then pay for em,
and niggas talk fly but im space gone up out of here,

[chorus:]
i never sleep but i got big dreams,
lil nigga i do big things,
you know its everything that it seems,
they say my life is like the big screen (big screen),
i fill my bank with every 16,
my money straight and my bitch mean,
you should wait and get a ticket please,
they say my lifes like the big screen (big screen),

i feel like a desperado, on the track i just kick it like rihlo
see me on the tv ya i be in grind mode,
but please believe im in the streets like pot holes,
Antonio no guitar tho, only instrumental is that pistol,
need a right hand so i fucks with chevy,
and underneath the wing so i hustle heavy,
tatted on my face, chest, neck, hand, stomach,
been on that paper chase since that cake start runnin,
never touched the brick, i aint never slung no drugs,
i still get a feeling when i see that gold car coming,
got my pops old soul, im a 80s baby,
moms smoke hella weed im a wavy baby,
you mr me 2, and you need fuel man,
you niggas see through air,

[chorus]