Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"No Worries"
(feat. Chevy Woods)

"No Worries"
(feat. Chevy Woods)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes
Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to
I've been on the road, she outta control
Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got

Top spot, catch me at the top spot
Wouldn't have made it where I'm at if I didn't know a lot
Progress helped me grow a lot
Hit my money, show a lot
Roll my weed up, smoke a lot
Pulled new cars off the parkin' lot
And old ones too
Show love, that's what real ones do
Get my cake long and stay strong
Put my niggas on too
My whips so foreign
My team ballin', my bitch bad, she keep callin'
Them niggas talk? We got heat for 'em
Been in the game, don't sleep on 'em
Hundred K, that's cheap for 'em
What you spend that in a week for?
What you still tryna keep her for?
She was mine, you just think she yours
Chauffeur, I don't open doors
Fly private, know the pilot
On my shit, nigga I'm lit
Got your bitch on my dick
That's Taylor Gang

This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes
Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to
I've been on the road, she outta control
Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got

[Chevy Woods:]
I seen it all before, I seen it all before
I gave it to her once and now she wantin' more
Ain't here for all the talk cause I'm just tryna score
That paper pilin' up, that's what they hate me for
I'm on that boss shit, that boss shit
Chasin' money like fuck the talkin'
That ain't a topic, hit your top and
That's a problem, gon' need a medic or a doctor
[?] gon' call 'em, that's just the options
You talkin' like you on molly, someone stop him
They plottin' like we should rob 'em
They want my riches man
I'm wealthy and them niggas sorry
Ain't got no bitches
Just watch me pull up in 'Raris
Hittin' switches

[Wiz Khalifa:]
This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes
Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to
I've been on the road, she outta control
Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got

 

[fox69]

"Nothin' Like The Rest"
(feat. French Montana)

"Nothin' Like The Rest"
(feat. French Montana)



[Hook: French Montana (Wiz Khalifa) x2]
I pull up with your bitch in the Rolls
Don't even get it twisted cause it's already rolled
(Ain't nothin' like the resto, you rollin' with the besto
Rollin' up the best smoke, blowin' out the best ho)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Doin' a hundred through the desert
Yeah my car come from the past, you could call it a time machine
Cause it's right here in the present
In the game and I got leverage
Ain't the same as none of you niggas
If I was close to you I would be ashamed of you
Get a hundred mill's what I came to do
I guess all this money look lame to you
So I spend it on shoppin', all of this shit that I'm coppin'
Don't even go to the store, my outfit it ain't even droppin'
Pedal to the floor, smokin' in my new SS
Seen a lot of bumps on the road to success
But that ain't stop a nigga from cruisin' up
Pullin' weed out the ashtray, cuttin' the music up
Smokin', chillin'
Used to be underground but now we on top of the building

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Never had a limit, small face spender
Everything was cashed out, I ain't ever rented
Round bag sinner, shawty love a winner
Beat that pussy up, now that pussy [?]
Pull up in the dealer lookin' like a dealer
Yellow nigga, high as shit, five hundred milla
[?] then you gotta step the bill up
Winter time, hoodie on, drop chinchilla
Lookin' like a killer
Used to hit the block, fiends lookin' like thriller
Shooter like Miller, na I mean [?]
Pull up in the Porsche, bad bitch talkin' 'bout 500 horses
Started from the bottom, nigga was a filler
Now you need my name so your show could fill up
Keep my cup fill up, black car the [?]
Nigga small-talkin', tell 'em put a mill up

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Number 16"

"Number 16"


[Intro:]
Gone, gone, gone..

[Verse 1]
I seen it coming
Yeah, I seen it coming
You do everything for these niggas
They treat you like you did nothing
But fuck that, because all of this came from nothing
Now when I pull up, I ain't on top of my nig
I'm stuntin. Smoking something
Playing my newest shit, and you know its bumpin
You ain't used to it, you gon grow accustomed
Niggas hate me cause they got no progression
All the realest niggas, they know and trust em
And plus, your money's slow as fuck
I bet soon as I roll one up
That they gon know it's us
Before I pass it, hit it twice and I hold it
Trying to get my money to the point where I can't fold it

[Hook]
Going away...

[Verse 2]
I made it happen, I made it happen
And niggas got mad at me cause I did this shit all for rapping
Hear what they saying
They need no luck because I macked it
And now I got my own gang, nigga
I'm the captain
You know me player, ballin nigga and stackin
All the same with a passion
All cause I'm bringing racks in
Remember when all those niggas was passed em?
But now they still call me the main attraction
Some niggas want the power, I want respect
Some niggas want the fame, I want the check
I'm in Dubai wake up I'm in Tibet
Them niggas had it, man, it's sort of sad they...

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"O.N.I.F.C."

"O.N.I.F.C."


[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
God damn, I'm rich as fuck, drunk as hell
Throwin' money, pick it up, life is good, live it up
How much for that bottle? put it on my tab
Hop out like a model all them foreign tags
Get so drunk and high, I'll have to call a cab
You won't end up giving it back if you had this for one night

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ooo, we in the club goin' bizzurk
My OG sippin' on that sizzurp
I mix the OG with the pizzurp
I O.D. spilled it on my shizurt
Drinking Bombay so I'm slizzered
My diamond chain lookin' like a blizzard
So many rings, my fingers startin' to hizzurt
If you didn't know me you'd swear I had that wizzork
And I'm from Pittsburgh

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll one then I'll light it, order one and I'll buy it
If it's green then I'll try it, too drunk then I'll drive
Don't know where I'm going, all I know is I'm flyin'
And that's as real as it gets, make you feel like you the shit for one night

 

[fox69]

"O.T.T.R."
(feat. Big Sean & Curren$y)

"O.T.T.R."
(feat. Big Sean & Curren$y)



[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
They saying, it's bout time some real niggas made it
And when I go outside they sayin' I'm famous
And some don't understand but listen close and you'll find out
I'm running through the ground, you smell the kush when I ride out
I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And niggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll it up and when it's stuffed we blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
Me and Spitta stick together like.. huh!
Cotton and mud, some chicks countin' up buds
Mouth got cotton prol from the drug
Lot of pot in my process love?
Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed
Judge me by my progress bruh!
I obsess with every dollar I get
Fuck you think we made it out the projects for
The object is to make money and get the most from it
And more money, cause more money ain't enough of it
I know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing
Just blow money and ain't got nothin to show for it
That's fucking stupid!
Same as my diamonds and the fact I'm buying all this new shit
Made a million a way a nigga grind'll be a blueprint
I'm talkin' champagne shit
Audemar Tailor Made shit
Look at my jackets, say "hand made" bitch

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Curren$y - Verse 2]
And I'ma Pimp C
Leaning in my ride like I Bun B
Sittin' tall on my chrome seat but I'm blowin the c?
My girl in the sheet fast asleep
I'm in the street after the chedder
Peddlin' melodies, purchasin' better things
On the road to the riches I done drove over niggas
My nigga we major, we been major since independant
Made it to what they sayin, we made it but we ain't handed
We too busy gettin it
Hound dog sniffin' it out
Twistin' a whole pound celebratin' the fact that
Them wack fools had it but this here's the take back
And them haters can't hate that
Salute me from across a crowded club
Homie, I take that as love
Real nigga shit the only thing I'm dealing with slim
Bitch you know that I'm the only reason you still in this club
Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
Yellin' "suck a dick or die hoe"
See your main bitch is my side hoe
Smokin' top shelf on the top flo'
I'm a boss bitch
I take my time and get a pronto?
You probably fuckin' around doing some shit I ain't got time fo'
Pussy boy!
Fuck you and your hoe anatomy bitch
My nuclear like an academy bitch
It's Finally Famous the Faculty bitch
Killin' these niggas no casualties
Money and weed is a real nigga salary
Man, these rappers sound like me and
Honestly that shit is so flattering bitch
(thank you, thank you, thank you)
You want me to slip up and fall
Crash, burn, but I just keep pissin' them off
I got movies to make
I got women to call
I got deals on the table
I can't be dealin' with y'all
(Nigga)
Rather crash parties and burn money
And if you pick the ashes up you still can't earn from me
Bottom line is, I never wait in line bitch
And I'm rollin' King Kush, I'm your Royal Highness

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Ode To Naked Pop Stars"

"Ode To Naked Pop Stars"


Okaay!
Always had a crush on you, that you didn't even know was there.
Let me introduce myself, they call me Young Khalifa man. (okaayyy)
Young Khalifa man, call me Young Khalifa man
Next time you're home takin' pictures, call me if you need a hand.
I'll be everything you want, spend time alone and be you're friend.
Pick you up from lunch and shit, I'll probably beat you to the crib.
You gon' have me doin' shit, just solely off them snapshots.
I'll lick you from head to toe, look 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 that feel the way I feel, will probably sing along.
You look good with them jeans on.
Wasn't for this night I'da never knew you had them rings on.
I don't know him, but whoever stole your mack.
When I see him, I'm a pat him on the back.

Baby, you my everything, 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
Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gonna live it up
And when the day's gone, I look her picture up.
And I say the same thing every single time.

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 be there to download em, everytime you take pics.
Everything tatted, so they call me Young Travis.
We ain't gotta go to the shop, we already matchin'
Paper through the roof, but baby money ain't the topic.
I can put it on you til you pray I never stop it.
Go through everyday just to get some shit accomplished.
But I can't help but think bout them pictures of you topless.
Like a nerd with no macbook, look how purty that lil' cat look.
I see them nine lives pokin' from the back.
And I'm tryin' to 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 pictures when you grabbed 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.

Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
(Well ya'll probably done it pretty big, but I got more than money girl)
Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gonna live it up
And when the day's gone, I look her picture up.
And I say the same thing every single time.

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.
(Okaay!, I hope you don't take this in a disrespectful way, this how I do, young taylor gang)

 

[fox69]

"OG"
(with Wiz Khalifa)
(feat. Curren$y)

"OG"
(with Wiz Khalifa)
(feat. Curren$y)



[Hook x2: Wiz Khalifa]
Have a little party at my crib
And all the weed is rolled that's how it is
When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke
Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas
Young nigga got my game up from these older niggas
Motherfuckas hear my name, I say I told you nigga
I was taught to count my paper 'fore I fold it nigga
Now look at my chains, all them things frozen nigga
Rolling up my Mary Jane before I smoke it with ya
Hit this J, I bet this be a day you don't remember
Looking at the top and I don't see not one contender
Cooking out the pot, I like my weed for lunch and dinner
Got some cookies in the jar, OG in the blender
You paying for quantity, but quality is what you spend for
If there's a marijuana-ology, I'll be your mentor
And all about this chronic leaf is what in for
So give your parents my apology for me again or
Get high like we Cheech and Chong
We gon' eat some brownies, we gon' smoke, we gon' need some bongs
Roll up so we can all...

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Killer Cali is what we blow
OG nigga from way down low
Known for banging the blue C rag
Started off smoking nothing but Zags
Popping P's, chopping trees
501's, all of these
All y'all invited, ignite it, light it, now follow me
Laid out, plush couch, flat screen television
Table full of vegetation so you just might stun a nigga
That's what it is, that's what it's gon' be
East Side Long Beach where I'm from
Bring your girls, all y'all come
Give me some, now give her some
It's big Mac, I love to have fun
You are, you are the one
If you get it or do it, then it'll be just like 2 on 1
Break it down, lay it down
Baby work that body like
At the pad, acting bad
Baby what that party like?
Moving so schizophrenic
Baby pull down your panties
Let the Doggy Dog ram it
I cram to undertsand it
Back room that's my bedroom
Make her right up in it
Close the door, smoke, oh fo sho
I'm 'bout to slide up in it
Smoke something

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Having money and blowing hella chronic
Smoke I'm stunting
Cutlass on them chrome spokes with the engine running
Sounding like a dinosaur empty stomach rumbling
Your bitch at the window cause she know I'm coming
She tell you that she 'bout to go jogging and on the corner
She jump in, take her to the honeycomb
Stuffing kush in Raw cones, playing Megaman 3
Your Wonderwoman giving dome out Miami
Said she never leave me 'lone, She wan' have a family
She just high, tomorrow night, she'll be titties out, dancing
Trying to leave with the next nigga in a Aston
So why get caught up
I'm too swift up on my toes to have my name brought up
In sewing circles with them hoes
I rather be a straight G rolling up a whole
O-Z of that OG have them KO'ed

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"OG Bobby Tayloy"
(feat. Chevy Woods)

"OG Bobby Tayloy"
(feat. Chevy Woods)



[Hook: Wiz Khalifa:]
What you smoking, nigga?
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
God damn - what you smoking, nigga?
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG
I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Word - pull up on the corner smoking herb
Nigga, you scared
So high you talking shit, but I don't hear it
Hey, hey, wow, church
I'm smoking that shit from the Earth
Riding, no shirt, pussy ass niggas do your homework
Ooh hey, word on the streets, Khalifa's a beast
Shit, 'bout to go D-Wade, hit 'em with the heat
Fuck with me, I'm the realest, realest, nigga, I'm the realest
Blowing on killer while I'm listen to Killa
Body full of tattoos like a killer
Ho, word on the streets that I got these niggas upset
All my niggas from the bottom, from the projects
I take a bitch home, give her long dick, that long dick
Yes, hit it then I quit it
And when I'm in it get the pussy so wet think I'm 'bout to go swimming
God damn

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Nigga got cash, talking big cash, nigga blow kush, talking big bags
Niggas still hating on a nigga, hit the weed once, do the Wiz laugh
Got faded in a mug, god damn I'm tailored up
Got - papers in my lungs, got it straight from the plug
Got - what you smoking, nigga?

[Verse 3: Chevy Woods]
This a whole P, it ain't no seeds
But on the real I'mma probably need the whole tree
Can't fuck with you acting like the police
The way your bitch pop the pussy, had to go see
It ain't nothing for your girl like ho, please
Let you down to do a favor like you owe me
Soul Train diamonds dancing in this AP
Taylor Gang, pussy nigga, you don't know me
Droptops with some twins in it
Ha, what you doing, boy, I been did it
Yeah, roll up, let your friends hit it
Ha, around my city, boy, I been did it
Man, I can't even lie, y'all don't get high like that
In the ride like that with a ride like that
Trey pound like that, but it's all in them raps
Stop lying to the people acting like you got the pack right now
[?] it's how you act a real round
Got a ticket on your head, let my homie hit the lotto
Big niggas, I don't fight it, see the boom or a bottle
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Helicopter too now, I'm a subject
Face on the news nigga, for the public
Gotta hide at my cousins at the projects
Smoking weed with the Crips in the complex
Twisting OG's with the Bloods in the comments
Cause only killer they see is green
And they're gonna do anything for the commas
TGOD, now they wanna call the feds
I'm a king smoking all this, all this grass
What you smoking on, nigga? That's a bag full of trash
I was in the 9th grade smoking weed after class
Just a tilt door looking like the car on fire
This the weed mix, you gon' need a few lighters
You ain't never smoke no fucking KK, nigga
And we don't smoke no motherfucking AK, nigga
Word on the street buy whole one
Get good with the plug, you gon' throw one
Serve your homie who ain't never gon' say shit
Chef it up in the face like a shogun

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"On A Plane"

"On A Plane"


One thing's for sure, two things for certain man
I be on my Young Khalifa man, burn up

[Hook:]
All my nights that I spent on my own tryna find my way
All the chances we take when we rollin' [?]
I done been through the phase - seen it all for the fortune and fame
And did it for a first class flight on a plane

Can you stand the rain?
Can you niggas really stand the pain?
Can you stand to sit for 14 hours on the plane
If you get caught, you'll never smoke again
I'm leaving niggas with no bitches and cruel intentions
Make 'em dig in they pockets, makin' 'em pay attention
I don't gotta talk it cause God I live it
Say the competition, they all gonna be missin'
That's part of the mission, we ball and they missin'
Order all them rooms up, let all of my nigs in
We hop out them bitches, stay on our toes
Money over hoes, man that's just the way it goes
Weed in a bowl, pack shows, me and my bros
Nominated for Grammy's so, you don't hear me though
Say that I changed, I just say that I've been laying low
Try and play your role, that's the way it go
Ya'll already know

[Hook]

Blacc Hollywood on the way
[?] what's up

 

[fox69]

"On Me"
(feat. Jeezy)

"On Me"
(feat. Jeezy)



Whats up
What's happenin' Jeezy?
I just touched down
These hoes on me Jeezy for real

[Hook: Jeezy]
What I'm supposed to do
These haters on me
They make it so bad, these bitches want me
Spent the whole 30 grand, blew the whole key
When I fell up in the spot, the 40 on me
What I'm supposed to do
These haters on me
What I'm supposed to do
These bitches want me
What I'm supposed to do
These haters on me
What I'm supposed to do
These bitches want me

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
There be no hatin', no fakin', no lyin', no snitchin'
You play with it, you go there, you cross line, I'm trippin'
Them [?] try long clips, I'm going straight loco
You dead broke, I'm world wide, you loco
I'm grindin', I'm stuntin', I'm flexin'
Them bitches you came with? They all in my section
They smokin', we drinkin', they turnt up, they simpin'
She spilled Don P on me, I said bitch you trippin'
My weed costs, my belt costs, my jeans cost a grip bitch
And you know that four cal is right here on hip bitch
Two door cost half mil that there be rich shit
Don't know me? You hate me? That there be bitch shit

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Oh my God look what I just bought
Another Presidential Rollie don't ask what it costs
And you might get lost, come into my crib
I'm just a young nigga gettin' it how I live
I'm supposed to stackin', supposed to be grindin'
Supposed to be swaggin', supposed to be shinin'
Supposed to be way up ahead of my game
While you in back, or stuck in the line
Spendin' this cash, I'm in this bitch rollin' my grass up
Clubs so packed in there can't no one get past us
Oh, I'm with my whole crew
Spent 30 thousand in the club that's what I'm supposed to do
Say fuck the chase, I drink it straight like what I'm supposed to do
If you made what I make a show you'd prolly throw it too

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I told a bitch to bring her friend like what I'm supposed to do
I bought a bottle, drink it straight like what I'm supposed to do
I hit the club on hella hoes like what I'm supposed to do
And VIP be rolling drugs like what I'm supposed to do
You see me drivin' foreign cars like what I'm supposed to do
A hundred deep up in this bitch can't see me rollin' through
This nigga trippin', took his bitch like what I'm supposed to do
A young rich nigga, I'm buying for my whole crew
And I'll serve a nigga pound if he roll through
Real niggas with me and they well known too
And if I'm smokin' one you best believe she smokin' too
A million dollars worth in one summer's what I'm supposed to do

[Hook]