Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"Paperbond"

"Paperbond"


[Intro:]
Yup, yeah yeah
Oh, hahahaha
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
I got enough weed to last me for the rest of my motherfuckin' life
Ain't gon' ever run out
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1:]
Uh, get the cork out the bottle
Get that money up and make your style a lil harder to follow
I've been hustlin' all the time, that's the only thing I know
Now my watch is worth 30 thousand, got Cuban links and Italian
Boy I'm gettin' it
Ridin' in my ride lookin' filthy rich
Killin' these niggas I ain't innocent, my bad
Ain't paid the cost, see they just watch me then copy my swag
Say I fell off that's where you lost me
How's that when my name is in my upholstery
I'm rollin' up and goin' places across seas
Hopin' the neighbor don't smell the shit I bake
And every day I'm on another plane
I hardly sleep, but hey I wouldn't have it any other way

[Hook:]
Now here we are, now there we go
You rollin' on to where we smoke it all today
Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane
But I'll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane
But I'll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)

[Verse 2:]
Uh, so much money that when I pull up
Hop out and walk in the bank teller look at me funny
Know how much I get, know I'm liable to walk up in this bitch
Like Tony with big blue bags of this shit
And tell 'em, "Count it up"
Ridin' round in that Cali got OG kush in my body
My nigga I keep it G and that's Gucci or that Giani
I'm gettin' dressed for the airport to pose for the paparazzi
Mo' money, mo' problems, not how I see, huh
Mo' money, mo' Roberto Cavalli, bruh
Damn, ain't it funny how time pass
Only nigga in first class

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Pedal To The Medal"
(feat. Johnny Juliano)

"Pedal To The Medal"
(feat. Johnny Juliano)



Cool
Blue Ice,
Things never looked this nice

[Verse 1]
It's the life we live, it's the price we pay
400 a zip, imperial rose
Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless,
Vow to never break your heart or a promise
I got us
Ain't a show off, just being honest
You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour em
Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars
Other bitches you heard about em
But you're moving forward and never backwards
Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice
Love to role play, you studying to be an actress
What the haps is, I'ma call you later then I'll fall through
Maybe we can all get faded
And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it
Self made G millionaire in the making
Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon
Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement,
Face it
Now you drunk and your heart's racin

[Hook]
Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle
Girl you look good, you remind me of a model
Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle
Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
The money come in, the money go
The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes
So I keep it G, continually stack this paper
While all them bitches chase me
Won't be a ?? safety
Bitch can't hold her self down
Then she bound to drizz out
We party in Vegas, Smokin'
Pina Colada papers
Travel the world, people know what our face is
Waitress, bringin em by the cases
For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix
I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit
Can probably make you leave your man
For first class living, taking pictures in the sand
100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan
So you rollin' if you know like I know
Them niggas don't go where I go
Gangsta

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Ok
Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you
I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you
Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you
No respect for niggas who smoke blunts wit you
All wins, No loss
Big house, mowed lawn
No lease, owned cars
Straight work, I'm my own boss

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"People (House Party Freestyle)"

"People (House Party Freestyle)"


Nigga I smoke good everyday
I probably live the life that you wish you could everyday
You probably think I had it good, had it made
But nigg’ I’m from the ‘burg I was in the hood everyday
But now I’m hopping offa Jets
These people cutting me checks
And I say people cause I’m rich
And rich people show me respect (Show me respect)
This come from Atrium, he’s from Collette
These diamonds I got on, they are baguettes
On DBS so all of ‘em see me, used to be just be that dude on the net
Now I’m all on your TV, butler and ask what I wanna get, Bentley or Lamborghini?
Just came home and made 200 grand blew it all in Waikiki
Just came home and made 200 grand blew it all on Luigi
Smoking on 8 ounces told myself ain’t often that sleepy
Realest nigga out, it ain’t hard to believe me
That’s why all the people that you know try their hardest to be me

Cause nigga I smoke good everyday
I probably live the life that you wish you could everyday
You probably think I had it good got it made
But nigg’ I’m from the ‘burg now roll up the herb

Welcome to my house party (party)
Welcome to my house party (party)
Welcome to my house party (party)
Welcome to my house party (party)

 

[fox69]

"Phone Numbers"
(feat. Trae Tha Truth and Big Sean)

"Phone Numbers"
(feat. Trae Tha Truth and Big Sean)



[Intro:]
Usually I'll be smoking weed on the intro but I'm drinking water
This cabin fever
sick
I'm not going to tell you again
Stay the hell away from my woman
Taylor Gang nigga's think you can do what ever they want

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl
You think she my newest bitch, she my old girl
Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his
Hoes get in my car ask what the channel is
Boss shit, look that up my nigga, I handle biz
On fire, like a candle is
Niggas be dressing off the manikin
Mmm, and I get fresh like where them cameras is
Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish friends
Coulda been the President rather be the man instead, yeah

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Now when I get paid my checks be lookin' like phone numbers
Now when I get paid my checks be lookin' like phone numbers
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm talking millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm talking millions
Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)
Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm talking millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm talking millions

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I'm in the hood of off something that's corner surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm polar surfing
Blowing faces, I'm shitting on the diamond infested
Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my time's invested
I'm still the king and I'm thugged out
Any block, any club I flood it out
I ain't one for competition I'mma blow it out
I'm going hard I don't even plan on going out
I get money probably something you don't know about
I stunt hard, you would swear that I was showing out
Don't tell me get 'em, I got 'em and I'mma throw 'em out
And back door on these hoes that I was warning out
While I'm in this machine, convert the top
Tell them that the sky is the limit
With a foreign freak, she got her face in my lap
So deep you would think that she was hiding in it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Shrimp, steak liquor and pastaaa
Real shit boy, these niggas imposters
They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh My Gosher
I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage
Counting 7 digits no wonder why the money calling
Got ya bitch panties Niagara falling
Dollars come like I fuck in the bank
I told them I could, they tell me I can't
They want me to trip when I dunk in the paint
I'm popping champagne and puffin' on dank
Shining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see me
My dick hard, your bitch is easy

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Pittsburgh Sound (All In My Blood)"

"Pittsburgh Sound (All In My Blood)"


[Intro:]
Yea
Its Wiz Khalifa Man
Its That 412
I Got That Pittsburgh Sound

[Verse 1:]
Around These Parts
Im Known As The Youngest In Charge
My Shit Bang Out The Trunk Of Your Car
Its The Cities Known Rap Spitta
Semi Blown Clack Niggas
Skin And Bones But Really Known As That Nigga
Im Known To Chase The Bucks
Grind To Get My Paper Up
In The Studio Writin Rhymes Til The Paper Crunch
Im Not The Type That U Would Call Em A Thug
But Im A Huster Its All In My Blood
So If Its All For The Cheese Then Im In It
My Screws Kinda Loose So I Ease To The Finish
I Hop Up In The Coupe Feel The Breeze While Im In It
Blowin Smoke Up Out The Roof From The Trees That Im Spliffin
Youngin Got The Game On Lock
Im On Top Its A Shame Yall Not
You A Lame Put Ur Brain On Pot
Leave U Wet Like The Rain Yall Drop
Im Gon Rock And I Aint Gon Stop... Nigga

[Hook:]
Whos The Kid Spittin Flames
Changin The Game
His Name... Its Wiz Khalifa Man
From The Home Of The Brick
Where They Know For The Cake
The Place... That Steel City Damn
I Got That Pittsburgh Sound
And Imma Always Hold Pittsburgh Down
Its Wiz Khalifa Man
U Cant Tell By Now
Pittsburgh Imma Swell My Town
That Steel City Damn

[Verse 2:]
Roll Rubber U Dont Know Who U Dealin With
O So Inocent But Flows So Billigant
My Spit Games Like A 44 Killin Shit
Know Your Man Warm But The Young Ball Killin Shit
Realist Shit And Your Main Wife Dig Me
Game Try And Hit Me
Kick Game Like 50 Cent
Niggas Wanna Play Games I Quickly
Mob With A Squad That Will Bang Yall Wit Me
And They Want The Kid Still Hurtin
Hundred Niggas Wit Hammers
Yea Thats Wat I Call A Steal Curtain
I Handle My Time And Still Work It
Put In Work Couple Mil. Worth In
And Im From Pittsburgh Where The Green
And The Eatin Is Good
Where The Fiends Do Everything In The Hood
Everyday Is Like A War So My Soldiers Ride Fatiguesin The Hood
And We Gettin All The Green Like We Should... You Know Yea

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Play Fair"

"Play Fair"


Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair

Walk up in this bitch, do what I came here to do
You get out of line, we point that thing up at you
Heard you niggas talking but your time bout to come
Go fuck with them other niggas, I'm not the one
Bout to call my niggas up and do something strange
Gotta teach these young niggas the rules to the game
Gotta get my paper up and move like a boss
Time is money, [?]
Niggas player hating but I'm still getting dough
Open with your dirt, I'm doing mine on the low
Pocket full of money, keep some loud and the raw
Other niggas with me, hold it down if it's war

Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair

If you'se a fuck nigga then they gotta go down
We load 'em up and cock 'em, we ain't fucking around
I done made 40 million and I'm still in the game
Got my niggas out the hood but we still the same
If a nigga want a problem we gon' load 'em up
Got an ounce of marijuana, we gon' roll it up
I don't talk it cause I live this shit, it's real with me
All the niggas that I started with is still with me
Smoking weed then we drinking all the alcohol
If a nigga talk I'm sending someone after y'all
Cause I'm used to getting money in a major way
Plus I'm fucking all the hoes, that's why the haters hate

Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair
Play fair nigga, we don't play fair

 

[fox69]

"Pop Bottles"

"Pop Bottles"


Yeah!
You motherfuckin' right
Taylor Gang, star year

I'm all out with it, I ain't low key
In the club, all drinks on me
Shorty in the club with her eyes on me
So I pop one bottle, pop two bottles, pop three
Do your thing and the rest on me
Just look at my swag so fresh, so clean
A young star, everybody know me
Cause I pop one bottle, pop two bottles, pop three

Everywhere I go, all the hoes know me
Heard me on the radio, see me on the T.V.
Plus they know I got cheese
So I pop one model, pop two models, pop three
Step up in the club, couple grand on deck
It's like a light show, hundred grand on my neck
Tell the waitress I'm tryna get sky
So I drop one thousand, drop two thousand, drop three
Interest in my blunt, know I'm smoking that ray
Got a good green plug, I get high all day
Screamin' fuck security
I'mma roll one swisher, roll two swishers, roll three
See a fuck nigga hatin' low key
Heard about Loney they don't know about Breeze
They some knock-out king
For me they'll drop one hater, drop two haters, drop three

I'm all out with it, I ain't low key
In the club, all drinks on me
Shorty in the club with her eyes on me
So I pop one bottle, pop two bottles, pop three
Do your thing and the rest on me
Just look at my swag so fresh, so clean
A young star, everybody know me
Cause I pop one bottle, pop two bottles, pop three

Me I'm getting mine, I'mma ball 'til I fall
I'm a fool with the women, I'm a dog at the mall
All black chuck tees
I'mma cop one pair, cop two, then I'mma cop three
Fresher than a mug, there's some 501 jeans
Twelves in my chuck got my trunk on B
I'mma pick up my speed
Then I switch one lane, I switch two lanes, now that's three
Niggas goin' nuts, paper sluts everyday
Now wizzle hoes fucking for free
And I don't play with no E
Niggas pop one, then they pop two, dawg but not me
I'm only rolling that green
And the star life's really all that it seems
And when I drop my CD
I'mma sell one million, sell two, then I'mma sell three

I'm all out with it, I ain't low key
In the club, all drinks on me
Shorty in the club with her eyes on me
So I pop one bottle, pop two bottles, pop three
Do your thing and the rest on me
Just look at my swag so fresh, so clean
A young star, everybody know me
Cause I pop one bottle, pop two bottles, pop three

 

[fox69]

"Poppin Rubberbands"

"Poppin Rubberbands"


[Chorus:]
We poppin' rubber bands, spendin' money by the grand, what you make up in a week, nigga I got it in my pants! (Wiz- SO WE!) Poppin' rubber bands, spendin' money by grand, what you make up in a week, nigga I got it in my pants [x2]

You that time is money so a young nigga clock it! I'm ballin' in the game while them other just watchin'. You makin' in a week I got stuffed up in my pocket! The money ain't a thang, gettin' money's not an option.

I need a rubber band can't fit this money in a wallet! My bank account is makin' ya'll sick to ya stomach, gettin' rich and I love it, my piff got a budget and your bitch probly thinkin' about the prints, she ain't frontin'!

Homie you ain't seen nothin'! I'm blowin' on the overdose. Thirty five large and that's just for doin' a show with you. Talkin' how I live it now I'm gettin' it how I'm suppose to do. Shinin' like I know the do, grinden I could show you dudes!

Hit the mall up dawg spendin' money by the grand! Blow a couple stacks and pop another rubber band! Make it hard to understand, I ain't spend it like that. Niggas know me I'm the man and we gettin' it right back! So we!

[Chorus:]
We poppin' rubber bands, spending money by the grand, what you make up in a week, nigga I got it in my pants (Wiz- SO WE!) [x4]

No I ain't gon' stunt! (Stunt) Hold on what they want! (Want) What you make off in a week, I just roll up in a blunt! (Blunt) I got rumble in my trunk! (Trunk) Money on my mind (Mind) Hennessy in my cup! (Cup) Switch up fold up that pine! (Pine)

Hoes be nothin' but dimes! (Yeahh!) Opens up in they mind, I never spoke for you dudes! Told you I would get mine! (Gettin'!) Chavold fo' them shows (Gettin'!) Guavo fo' them O's! What you makin' in a year I spend more shoppin' for my clothes!

I'm ballin' like a pro! Your doe is kinda minor. My money on the road lookin' something like a tire and they lovin' my atire! I'm lean in them verse but I switch to Micheal Veres and my vision got clearer! (Clearer) It's all about the paper man the paper need mirrors. Could never give a fuck about a hater, can't fear em'. (Nahh) It's been so conversation, you ain't cakin' can't hear em' (NO!) I'm post in the Burgh get money to the ceilin' So we!

[Chorus:]
We poppin rubber bands, spendin' money by the grand, what you make up in a week, nigga I got it in my pants (Wiz- SO WE!) [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Post Up"
(with Ty Dolla $ign)

"Post Up"
(with Ty Dolla $ign)



[Pre-Hook - Ty Dolla $ign:]
I took your bitch, that's right
Money keep coming, that's right
Only ride foreign, that's right
Whole team on, that's right
My niggas gon' ride, that's right
My niggas gon' shoot, not fight
Whether wrong or right
That's right, that's right

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Two clubs in one night
25 bands, one night
Kush up in that Raw
Purple in that Sprite
Them hoes in rotation
Money my motivation
Money make her cum
And I'mma make her taste it
Put it in the neck, I'ma make her gag on it
Head in the 'Rari, that's how you blow a hundred
Hoes come and go
I'ma fuck and then I want 'em
Hoes like J's, wear 'em once then I don't want 'em
Swerve, hit the corner, in the California
Running through these hoes, like I play for Minnesota (A.P!)
She turn off her phone, cause nigga you a sucker
Police ass niggas tellem' stop cuffin'

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign:]
That's right she posted in my whip
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be with her nigga
But she posted with my clique
Right her posted in my whip
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be in your work
But she posted with my clique
I told her, post up here
I told her, post up here

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Girl your face looking gorgeous
And my cash is retarted
Need a 5 year plan, cause that ass is enormous
They keep telling you to stop
Bet this cash make you want it
Girl quit acting you like shy
Grab this dick and jump up on it
I was way out in New York
We were smoking California
She can't wait to tell her friends
Talk about in the morning
Beat it like she stole it
Sleeping like she in a coma
You just wish, she wanna be a fool
Think you control her
Couple grand in a rubber band, you know I'm the man
What you saying, baby what you saying
Tell me what's the plan
Is you playin?, is that bitch a ten?
Bands will make her dance
Seen my ex, she was not a fan
Damn...

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Prequel"
(feat. Curren$y)

"Prequel"
(feat. Curren$y)



That shit hard

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I can't even hear what they're sayin'
Roll another plane up, take all the problems, blow it away
And I can't even hear what they're sayin'
I pull up in a ride that's so loud the motor blow you away
And I can't even go where I really wanna go
Cause I'm always on the road, but I'm gettin' dough
And I can't even say how much money I done made
We ain't gotta roll 'em up because they pre-rolled

All my bitches roll, all my bitches smoke
All my niggas ride, all my money comin' from the go
All I do is grind, all I do is shine
All I do is take my time, take my place and never wait in line
Had to get my own, had to leave 'em 'lone
Had to fuck your bitch, had to grow some weed, had to get some dome
Pass another one, I got cash enough for both of us
Always rollin' up, smell that weed, you know it's us
Gang

I can't even hear what they're sayin'
Roll another plane up, take all the problems, blow it away
And I can't even hear what they're sayin'
I pull up in a ride that's so loud the motor blow you away
And I can't even go where I really wanna go
Cause I'm always on the road, but I'm gettin' dough
And I can't even say how much money I done made
We ain't gotta roll 'em up because they pre-rolled

[Curren$y:]
3 in the roll, then we lit 3 more, continuous smoke
I don't need yours cause these was rolled 'fore I left the door
Nigga fasho, since 2009, this was the code
We collected and changed the trajectory of the globe
Highed up, sittin' in my '84
The second switch I hit'll make my bad bitch drop it low
I'm out front with the moonroof back
Sparks when the bumper scratch
Better tell 'em that, we done smoked the whole pack

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I can't even hear what they're sayin'
Roll another plane up, take all the problems, blow it away
And I can't even hear what they're sayin'
I pull up in a ride that's so loud the motor blow you away
And I can't even go where I really wanna go
Cause I'm always on the road, but I'm gettin' dough
And I can't even say how much money I done made
We ain't gotta roll 'em up because they pre-rolled