Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"Take A Ride"

"Take A Ride"


If you like what you see, jump in the ride with me, yeahhh
And we can roll (roll), roll (roll), roll (roll), roll (roll)
No, I ain't got time to waste, Im'a find a place, yeahhh
And we can go (go), go (go), go (go), go, yeahhh

Jump off in my ride (ride), I'll smoke somethin' good with you
You just what I like (like), go back to the hood with you
T.V.'s in the dash, bass jumpin' out my sub-woofer
My hands goin' up your thigh (thigh), I'm harder than a Scud missile
Got nowhere to go (go), my crib or to the hotel
Fuck it we gon' ride (ride), this ray is smokin' so well
Plus you lookin' right (right), hair down wit' your pearl nails
Shorty got a man (man), I guarantee she won't tell
Now we super high (high), the whip is movin' slow-mo
She went up and down (down), yankin' like a yo-yo
I was in my zone (zone), she was gettin' hot
She said (fuck me right now), I just lean and stop (stop)
Pulled off to the side (side), jumped up in my backseat
She turned to a pro (pro), fuckin' like a athlete
Like it from the front (front), take it from the side (side)
Didn't know this what she meant, when she said she wanna ride (let's ride)

If you like what you see, jump in the ride with me, yeahhh
And we can roll (roll), roll (roll), roll (roll), roll (roll)
No, I ain't got time to waste, Im'a find a place, yeahhh
And we can go (go), go (go), go (go), go, yeahhh

Windows rolled down (down), plus my leather's so soft
Pull em' to the side (side), no need to take your clothes off
Call my nigga Kev (Kev), tell him how the pound went
Said he got a thorough-bread bitch to put me down with
I say that's a bet (bet), just let me roll this green up
Go pick up the girl (girl), park it then I steam up
She looked at my neck (neck), I swear she caught a fever
Her pussy got wet (wet), I swear I need a (feema[?])
Said she wasn't a freak but (but) she was down to try things
And she got my ringtone, picture on her myspace
Music on bang (bang), Mami gettin' anxious
Heard I got the juice (juice), she probably wanna taste it
Fuck with baby girl, baby girl ain't on no fake shit
Said it's goin' down (down), down is where her face went
[?] just how my chain lit, they slide with me
(Stay with) Stay with somethin' serious, in my ride with me (let's ride)

If you like what you see, jump in the ride with me, yeahhh
And we can roll (roll), roll (roll), roll (roll), roll (roll)
No, I ain't got time to waste, Im'a find a place, yeahhh

 

[fox69]

"Take Away"

"Take Away"


[Intro]
Uh-uh
Yeah bitch! Haha
That's what I like to call...
My type of shit!

[Verse 1]
Yeah, forward progression niggas got it backwards
I'm relevant but nothing like you other rappers
You see I fuck with trap niggas because really, I'm the only one rappin'
Get it how you live, survival of the fittest you should know the code
All I got is what I give until they overload
Nigga, I'm the shit overflowed
And I grab a blunt split it like a chromosome
Uh, I'll have it where you're bitch ain't phonin' home
We done blown the whole oak gettin' our stoner on
Ain't gotta say shit, I know you don't
See my chain, make the same face from Home Alone
All this good weed that I'm puffin' got me feelin' like there ain't a place I can't go
Ain't a thing I won't do
And I'm awake so I guess my dream's come true

[Chorus]
And the game gave me a feeling that no one can take away from me
I said no one can take away from me
On the road doin' shows oh no one can take away from me
I get a feelin' that no... one... can take away

[Verse 2]
Uh...
Down to take a trip my nigga what's the ticket hittin' for?
I got some hoes that wanna roll too (Haha)
And if you wanna see what it's like to be just the team, and tired of the background so you make your own scene
I'll hit you up when I roll through
Yeah, California weed keep ya pissed off in your mind state
Hard to get it on it so my niggas boost the crime rate
It's obvious I'm ghetto so they love me like I'm Kid Rock
Try your luck with what's around my neck and get ya wig chopped
Fuckin' with I can get you so much cash, or nowhere fast
I got your bitch in awe, she never flown first class
Or had the driver get her bags

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Take It There"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"Take It There"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Walked in the gym with my goon
Take a nigga bitch she gon' choose
Bombay make me act a fool
Rich nigga make you break the rules
Smart car make you drive fast
I got the digital dash
Pocket got a whole lotta cash
Little baby got a whole lotta ass
She know what I came to do though
I can stomp down on 10 toes
She walking like [?] all the friends go
These niggas flexing in a rental
I ain't had no condoms, still at it though
Found a condom in my wallet too late now
I just wanted top but she got on top
Put it all in, she told me don't stop

And we gon' take it there
Take it there, take it there
We gon' take it there
Take it there, take it there
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

[Wiz Khalifa:]
10 minutes, I got 10 minutes
Fucked her in the rain and she came 'fore we finished
I ain't finished, no I ain't finished
Doing real things and her man ain't winning
I just want to smack your ass, grab your titties
Porn Dolla shot now we both getting money
[?] with the whole damn committee
Hit it from the back she caught a whole lotta feelings
Bad bitch from Toronto
Her nigga play for the Broncos
We at my house I know I'm home
We about to make a porno
Hope her man don't find out
If he trip then my gangsters gon' kill one of these niggas
Gave it to me one time
Brought it back to me one more time, I'm still that nigga
Oh no

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
And we gon' take it there
Take it there, take it there
We gon' take it there
Take it there, take it there
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Tell that nigga he ain't in the picture
I just spot it, I'm a come and get ya
Girl I'm cool, I ain't fucking with ya
I'm just joking, I'm just fucking with ya
Spread your legs like Jordan, Simmons
I swear to me it's okay
Tryna get you all in these positions
I know you had a long day
I hope that you ready for me
I'm texting in the hallway
Count a bag with my niggas
You gon' smash one of my niggas
I be on some other shit
Still I know you love the shit
Hit it, I just left the trap
Taylor Gang, you fuck with this

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
And we gon' take it there
Take it there, take it there
We gon' take it there
Take it there, take it there
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down
I'm a take you all the way
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way down

 

[fox69]

"Take Yo Bitch"

"Take Yo Bitch"


Yeah, you ever just know
that you was finna splack another nigga's bitch up
like, you see a bitch she be with a nigga
and you be knowing she be thinking to herself like I wish I was with that nigga

[Chorus:]
If you at home lettin' her go out alone (lone)
then I'ma take yo bitch
and if she keep jockin' me stalkin' me e'rtime she hear my song (hear my song)
then I'ma take yo bitch
she said she getting tired of fightin' and runnin' round with the same nigga
and plus she know I ain't no lame nigga
and I ain't pressin' her just to see if my number's in her phone (in her phone)
then I'ma take yo bitch

yo bitch like me and I don't know her
all up on me at the show I'm tryin' to control her
you hatin' from afar she tryin' to get closer
sittin' with me at the bar and tryin' to be sober
no sir, so you come and kick it with my clique
ya nigga somewhere heated screamin' that's my bitch
I'm tatted up rich, them bitches understand
when you makin' money talk, everyone know you the man
with my Hollywood hoes, or somewhere by the sand
fuck your shit up with your nigga tryin' to fit me in your plans
tell em' you're a fan, now you're at my crib
used to like my music now he's saying fuck young wiz
and that's how I live and I won't change for the world
make ya man feel like u 'gon need a chain for ya girl
says she been searchin' round for some change in the world
I'm doin' shit that you not so I'm lookin' like Barack to her.

[Chorus:]
If you at home lettin' her go out alone (lone)
then I'ma take yo bitch
and if she keep jockin' me stalkin' me e'rtime she hear my song (hear my song)
then I'ma take yo bitch
she said she getting tired (jerz) of fightin' and runnin' round (wizzle) with the same nigga (neako)
and plus she know I ain't no lame nigga (tell you a story)
and I ain't pressin' her just to see if my number's in her phone (in her phone)
then I'ma take yo bitch

I see you stressin' my nigga now tell me what is going on
Somebody took ya bitch
I guess you want to grab the ratchet go hit his hood and do him wrong
all over your chick
look at lil' rick baby bro no he ain't comin' home
because the nigga straight flipped
a nigga hit his bitch re-tripped then he hit him in his dome
he got a life sentence
you might want to think about what you're doing before you do it wrong
when you shoot don't miss
cause if you do niggas'll catch you and baby bro they ain't wrong
if they put you in the ditch
I'ma tell you like this, life is priceless
Because you took a shot don't mean it gon' miss
You never knew another nigga sent ya wife the dick
and now you sittin' back with a chick like this

[Chorus:]
If you at home lettin' her go out alone (lone)
then I'ma take yo bitch
and if she keep jockin' me stalkin' me e'rtime she hear my song (hear my song) (I see ya man)
then (yeah) I'ma take yo bitch
she said she getting tired (neako) of fightin' and runnin' round with the same nigga (khalifa I got you bro)
and plus she know I ain't no lame nigga (yeah)
and I ain't pressin' her just to see if my number's in her phone (in her phone)
then I'ma take yo bitch

I could do my thang If I wanna
forecast change I make it rain in the summer
let the chain hang
scoop ya dame for the fun of
it baby you be with a lame that's a bummer
shit I'll be somewhere where the planes like to hover
I be up there I can't hang with the others
baby be my lover
I could be your anything you can be my lady friend
but you gon' need some henny yea to get up with a brotha
nah, cause ain't no one cooler than me when I moved them ludies with me
throw your dude up in a frenzy
ah, nea neak and wizzy
hata don't be mad man we get busy
yes we are the princes of our city
this shit get with me
hah so if for any reason you forget, forfeit
and call me mr. I'll take your chick
haha, nah, call me mr. upgrade or mr. front page
call me mr. fast lane, no front brakes
cause she gone

she outta here mane
yeah, from jersey to the berg
neako, young jerz, wiz khalifa, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Talent Show"
(with Snoop Dogg)
(feat. Archbishop Don "Magic" Juan)

"Talent Show"
(with Snoop Dogg)
(feat. Archbishop Don "Magic" Juan)



[Intro skit]
[Wiz] I been trying to develop an alternative fuel
from a mix of all natural substances.
But the mix was highly volatile until we find a catalyst
to help stabilize the compound and supercharge the fuel.
(I'm sorry, what was this magical catalyst?)
[Snoop] Marijuana motherfucker!

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Uh, ladies and gentlemen, players and playettes
Teachers, staff and students
I am very honored to welcome you to the high school annual talent show
Brought to you by the makers of Wiz Khalifa Premium Rolling Papers
And the qualified rollers of Snoop Dogg Master Kush
So without further adieux, let's get this show on the road
First contestant, bring your talent to the foreground
and let your smoke be yo' background

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Every time I go out, I'm blowin the smoke out
I buy it don't even know the price
I smoke cause I live it, don't pay me to visit
And I'll be somewhere up in the sky
My nigga it's 'bout to go dowwwwwn
Ohh we fly, it's no lie, that we high, 'til we die
I'ma get up in this hoe's houuuuuse
Roll one up, clean the ride case them hoes wan' jump inside

[Wiz Khalifa]
Uhh, got a joint filled with quality shit
My bottom bitch smokin with me, niggaz talk shit
All of 'em shrimp (hehe) I'm a big fish
Roll a joint, lick it once, tell you hit this, groupies on my dick
Several kush is on my hitlist, in and out these niggaz bitches
Smokin tree and not to mention hustlin, tryin to mind my business
You probably went to class while I was in the hallway skippin
Yeah I hear what they sayin, just be too high to listen
'Bout my money trippin, if I even fold it wrong
Ya ain't smokin this good, if it's foul tell you I sold it all
Or wait 'til one of my hoes come 'round and roll it all
Or say fuck it and cuff it 'til I go smoke with Dogg
I show off, I show off, I show off
Car push to start, hit the button once it go off
Keep the money comin in and the papers rolled up
And ain't worried 'bout a hatin nigga, they get no love (ohh)

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
I go green like I was Archbishop Don Juan
And blow circles 'round you suckas like a marathon
My gym teacher told me, but I didn't listen
My bitch did my homework and now I'm in detention
It sho' beats suspension, this is my audition
So play yo' position, get the picture I envision
Did she mention, Snoop Dogg was made for kissin
A barricuda fishin, she on a mission for me
Pleasure, pain and glory, and my inventory
My SAT's, my lil' bitch she did 'em for me
And now we prancin on stage at the talent show
We floss in my clothes, my chain and my knapsack
Full of that, hand me that, can you see my telescope
Principle, said she wanna see me cause she smell my smoke
'Bout my money trippin even if I fold it wrong
Blowin zones with Wiz cause this is the protocol

[Chorus]

[Outro: Archbishop Don "Magic" Juan]
Yeah, it's the Archbishop Don "Magic" Juan
It's a talent show, and everybody got to know
You got to be ready so you don't have to get ready
So when I stepped in, for the talent show
I had stole the show, because I was already ready
Everybody shoulda know they part
because the whole world is the stage, and everybody play a part
So when you at the talent show, you got to know yo' part
And you got to know when to move, and when not to move
And by me being a famous player, and know my game
I took the talent show, because I had style
I had flash, I had originality!
I had me, and that's what it's all about!
When you doin a talent show, you got to be you!
Green for the money, gold for the honey
I'm the original... [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Talk To Me"

"Talk To Me"


[Hook: x4]
Talk to me, I talk back
Let's talk money, I talk that

[Wiz talking: during hook]
Yeah! It's Young
Wiz Khalifa man
4-1-2 Pittsburgh, Pistolvania and all that
Uh-huh. but right now we gon' talk money
So talk to me
Ya kno? Yeahhh!

[Verse 1:]
If she wanna talk to me, I'm a talk back
Said she love my music and she think I'm all that
Told me I be on her mind like a fitted ball cap
Love the way I blow money, and get it all back
Cup full of that Patron, swish it like a ball bat
Skinny lil nigga but my pockets all fat
And I'm lookin for a dime, or better yet a dove
So if that pussy good go and show a nigga love
Yeah, I'm posted in the club and there's freaks errwhere
Bottle after bottle, good weed up in the air
I see a bad bitch look at me when she stare
So I'm a go and say a couple things in her ear
I tell her I'm the man, and that I run the town
You think about it, I can change your life right now
And if your nigga trip then best believe it's goin down
If shit get outta line, there ain't no need to go around
Just come and...

[Hook x4]

[Verse 2:]
Ay, aye
Grippin on this honey while I'm puffin my reefer
Youngin talk money, ya the homie bilingual?
If she lookin like a hungry hoe, that's how I treat her
No I don't need her, go on off the meter
I don't chase hoes, chase cheese like the cheetah
You be all polite, sayin please when you meet her
I don't even greet her, just look her in the face
Pull her to the side, let her give my blunt a taste
Ask her what she drank, a little this, alotta that
Forget about a shot cause we got bottles in the back
Shawty swallow some of that, and get low
And move that thing around like a certified pro
Cigarello full of dro, so what u wan' do?
Your girls kno the biz, you can bring your girls too
And you can do you, cause they gon' do me
Id rather do y'all, I'm down for all three
Just come and...

[Hook x7]

Talk to me [echo]

 

[fox69]

"Talk To Ya"
(feat. Kev Tha Hustla)

"Talk To Ya"
(feat. Kev Tha Hustla)



Yeah. so I seen her from afar
I'm sayin to her come over to the car
She like "You some kind of star"
I'm like "naw naw naw, chill chiil"
Nam sayin thats that name.
I figure id put a little bit of this game all in her brain.
I told her I ain't gone hold you, damn sure ain't tryna control you, but ill mold ya.
She looked at me like she ain't believe me
So I figure I show ya

Said she never felt like this before
When I'm home we get it on. I'm on the road she miss the ball
And you thick for sure know how to work them hips right
Level with my swisher says I show her how to twist right
And when I gotta make moves she keeps her lips tight
Tell her that the money stacked so she let me get right
And that sex get good on them late nights
Nothin but thumbs up like a hitch hike
Yes I'm the shit like
You ain't never heard of
And you know how I do
Act like you don't but now I learn ya
I'm talking about teaching ya
How about schoolin ya
Go and do your thang gimme brains, I'll tutor ya
So many of them lames
A real niggas somethin new to ya
Now your tellin all your friends what I do to ya
But its cool ya know? I leave her spine broke
When I'm up inside, make her breath and hit a high note
Like...
Yeah, so I'm standin on the corner.
Shorty ride through. She pushed the whip like ya know?
Me and my nigga Wiz...blowing on that good I'm like...
We gotta stop shawty. See jump out....

And now I approach her
Like whats your name
You get the picture shorty I really like your frame
That coke bottle shape and them asian eyes
Your half black and half you ain't gotta tell the guys
Shit wonder why I approached her
I wanna get to know ya but I ain't tryin to hold you
Back from all your dreams and high hopes
You smell that mami
Yeah thats real smoke

Listen I got plans too
You know how your man do
Ill get close before I try to cuff hands boo
Your for your latest shidd
Yeah thats my favorite
Room lit like vegas
He point like "pay them"
Mami ya body amazing
Lights off no cable
I found out she a mind freak like chris angels
Bendin over tables, giving her all she handles
I swear to god her room sounded like this damn sample

[Talkin':]
Yesss, I seen my man Cad The Hustla over there on somethin bad
I mean bad. So I mean, I finish rollin up my weed
Hop out the car, I see a couple of little ones
Over there lookin kind of lonely ya kno
I'm sayin not preferably one, she looking at me
I seen her smilin and all that
Like she know who a nigga is
So you know what I do, I walk straight up to her like...

Ey ey shorty I just wanna talk to ya
Usually keep it moving but I had to stop for ya
And let you know any thing less than me is not for ya
No time to waste I got patience like a doctor do
And this may be a lot for you
So why don't you fall in
Hit some of this weed and soak it all in
Got game like the ball in
And we ballin goin state to state call me rawlings
Look dawg I ain't tryna start nothing
She laughed and said that you kinda star or somethin
I'm like nah I'm playin with you ma I'm frontin
They call me young wiz
Get up in my car or somethin
We could talk about your day why I'm cigar stuffin
Heres my phone give me a number that I can call or something
Get you back to your crib and have the walls jumpin
Screamin at the top of your lungs like...

 

[fox69]

"Taylor Gang"
(feat. Chevy Woods)

"Taylor Gang"
(feat. Chevy Woods)



[Hook:]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
All my weed from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater

[Verse 1:]
Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair
I’m the coach I can show you how to be a player
5/8 is the fitted, bitches love my hair
Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
They let me in the club, fuck a dress code
Me and all my niggas rollin up the best smoke
OG kush from the westcoast
Oh you down to fuck? Well shorty let's go
Diamonds in my chain, niggas trying to steal my lane
Chronic in my brain bitch, I’m reppin' Taylor Gang
Smoke till I’m insane, drinking til I’m throwing up
Only papers if you Taylor’d nigga throw it up
High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed, then you know its us
That yellow car pulling up, them niggas ain't high so they close to us
Down to fly, yeah, two fingers and hold em up

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Bought a crib like Scarface’s
"This is my world"
All my niggas down to bang but we can try words
Smoking ounces to the head til my mind twirls
I’m the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl
Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us
Plus them niggas suckas I got that in living color
All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors
All I do is fuck ‘em once, and I dont call or give ‘em numbers
Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress
Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex
Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin’ ya fingers?
Real recognize real and my nig you a stranger
Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers
Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Chevy Woods:]
You see me out I rep my gang
Used serve that John McCain, that John McCain
Hold up they dont know my name?
Chevy who? Chevy who?
Look at all that shit them dollars do
Gettin’ all this money wit you know who
It’s Taylor Gang over you
We poppin bottles gang signs
All my niggas gang signs
Rollin up gang signs
Niggas trippin, bang time
Hold up, what they say bout us?
Same niggas gotta get the OK bout stuff
They ain't in the same league
They don’t play like us
No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up
Bang on them hoes, we does that
Socket work, I just had a plug for that
Get your taylor on
Hold for whatever you rep
Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set
Got these niggas trippin’, and these bitches too
They just haters though, no matter what we do
What up cuz, on the left side
Its Taylor gang, and thats or die
CHEVY!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Teach You To Fly"

"Teach You To Fly"


[Intro]
Hey, don't trip, bitch
Matter fact I got something you can trip on
Gonna need your expensive luggage for this one

[Hook]
I might be with my girl
But you can bring your girls too
And we can do all the kinky things you
Think you ain't supposed to
I'll take you out this world
And we can't get commercial
See I'ma need privacy its obvious you ain't learn
So, I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly

[Verse 1]
And she dug my chain
Love my swag, how I does my thang
Love my slang, talk just like me
Say she proud to be taylor gang (taylor gang?)
Man I'm paid
Tell the waitress bring more champagne
I done made what you tryin to get
And my style is sick cause I'm taylor made

Got no time to waste, see its like we in a race
All the bitches in this club that would die to take your place
Girl they call me mr space, and I can let you taste
But you been on the ground for so long
I can teach you to fly

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'll take you all the around the world
If we do some things you can get your wings (hey)
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
Private beaches in the sand, Paris, France, Tokyo

We party, we live it,
We party, we live it,
We party, we live it
That good life, I'm gettin it, I'm gravy
No show unless the club owner pays me
Red Bull lil Goose got her crazy
No wheels, the girls wanna kick it where the planes be
But we fly-y-y I can take you somewhere in the sky (girl)
Got chicks in the cabin, laughing, autograph em, let her call me captain
Ain't just at home, I get love anywhere that we go,
I'm always on the road, my bank got a lot of zeros
I'm tellin ya
I got all of this paper no one to spend it on lately
And you've been on the ground for so long
I'ma teach you to fly

[Hook]

[Outro]
I'll take you all the around the world
(I can teach you to fly)
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
(I can teach you to fly, I can teach you to fly)
Ill take you all the around the world
(I can teach you to fly)
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go

 

[fox69]

"Telescope"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"Telescope"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Intro - Wiz Khalifa]
See that’s the good thing about my hair man
All I do is put water in that shit so I pull a joint out and it don’t be all greasy and oily
Turn up

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Your flow a dime a dozen
My flow you gotta love it
My city hot as fuck and
Came from the bottom of it
But not a product of it
Bitch all my rides are custom
Smoking my ganja public
I’m all about that money
Dress like everyday sunny
Rolling weed like a Marley
Smile like everything funny
But this industry shady
Most these niggas are crazy
Most of them quick to lose they soul, no if or a maybe
These nudies what I’m wearing
The truth is what you’re hearing
The bong is what I’m clearing
The kush is overbearing
Ferrari’s what I’m steering
I’m smoking while I’m driving
Keep looking in the mirror
Make sure no ones behind us
Cause niggas get jealous when your bank start to swell up
So much that people at the bank start to tell us
You need to have somebody bank for you fellas

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at them and look at me
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at them and look at me

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I paint a perfect picture, a perfect portrait
Poverty, robbery kill or be killed psychology
I shine just me and my nine
Screw you niggas 8 o clock sharp like this Columbine
Guess I’m one of a kind
I see you niggas soft when a shell hit your face
I hit your weight, that flip your coffin
Bitch get to walkin’, this sabrina’s orphan
I’m like the virus, the 38, the pop cyrus
Warriors I’m victorious
Come out to play, I mean right away
Shirt Ferrogamo, Emporio Armani drawers
Outlaw nigga break all kind of laws
It’s hard bottom line
Tie money, frozen time
AP Royal Oak
Kush smoke bag the coke
Push the dope, cut throat, so what
I cut throat and fuck with hoes
So I ain’t gotta say it’s time to go
She already know for sure when it’s time to go

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]