Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"Exit Row (Remix)"
(feat. Trailblaza)

"Exit Row (Remix)"
(feat. Trailblaza)



[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Now I don’t mean to be rude
But every since I ran into you
I’ve been thinking about things I wanna do
I told you I’ve got a room, well
You said you tryna come through
And if ya girl trippin’ than bring her too

Cause I, I aint gon’ wait all night long
Ain’t gon’ wait all night long
Ain’t gon’ wait all night long
Cause I, I aint gon’ wait all night long
Ain’t gon’ wait all night long
Ain’t gon’ wait all night long

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
One for the money, two for the show
Three rooms, four chicks who brought pounds to smoke
Five times in your city, now your town should know
Six bottles waiting, Seven time
And you know me, I’m VIP smoking tropical
Love the way my diamond shining like Mop and Go

[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
Take off, take off
She ready for take off
The more you wear to the club the more you gotta take off

And I live fast like the brakes off
Bigger cake in my bank bitch, bake-off
Your pockets on E, weight loss
My goons on top of the beef, steak sauce
And when I’m in the club I blind them hoes like Ray Charles
Used to be your old lady but you got laid off

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Trailblaza]
Life's good when your team is great and your chick is badder
Take her home-run, cause if she see my cake you goin' have to grab her
I had to remind her, don't check the skies I know it's clear
So grab your girls, grab your bags, and bring your pretty ass over here
That's so sincere - uh, that's how I meant it
The clouds are tremendous hop on the flight for tonight bring a couple attendants
Watch me kick my feet up, behind the cloud baby girl we should meet up
I don't need no trees but roll that leaf for wiz khalifa
I can't hear you speak up - they say I changed
Make's sense, I'm making change Underdawgs x Taylor Gang
Start the engine, feel the flame
A lot of woman, too much champagne
Time is money, that's why these dimes with us
Come meet the pilots honey, that g goin be shocked that his time is up!

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Extra Credit"

"Extra Credit"


[Wiz Khalifa:]
Kush land
Yea Buddy
You Already know
Taylor Gang
Taylor Made
Taylor Made
Money Gang
Yeaa, Bitch
(Laugther)

The World Turns (World Turns)
The Kush Burns (Burns)
I touch Paper
More Paper Than a Bookworm (a Bookworm)
So Look Learn
All I Need's My Cake
A Blunt and A Pretty Face
Then I'm Straight Like a Good Perm (Good Perm)
And Her Swag So Official (Uhhh)
Taylor Made Money Gang
I'm the General (I'm The General)
And All My Weed Strong
Like Kimbo Slice (Slice)
Money's the Only Thing I Do Twice (Twice)
I'm In the Fast Lane
Yellow Chain, Blue Lights (Yeaa)
And You Gon' Need Shades (Shades)
They Say I'm To Bright (Bright)
Or Shitten On The Game (Shitten on Game)
So Bring Through Wipes (Wipes)
And You Can Clean Up (Up)
And Try To Beat Us (Yeaa)
I'm sure You Niggas is Ballin
That's What They All Say (Say)
But Me Plus Gettin Money
Gon' Equal All Day (All Day)
My Seats [?]
Bitch From The Caribbean
She Say Por Que (Wizzle K H A F...)

Super Fresh and My Swag So Official
Super Fresh and My Swag So Official

And My Swag So Official
Swag Swag, So Official
And My Swag So Official
Swag Swag, So Official, [x2]

(Puerrrr I'm Gone)
The Swag Just Left The Room (Room)
And I ain't Impressed
Got You Feelin Underdressed (Yeaa)
Any Time You Find Him In The Building
I'm a Threat
Got Some Gucci Chuck Tay's (Tay's)
You ain't Seen Yet (Ya ain't Seen Yet)
Yellow Ice, So I May Seem Fresh (Yeeea)
But If you Did What I'm Doin
Nigga, You'd Be Feelin Spoiled Rotten (Rotten)
In My City I Got Pull (I Got Pull)
So Don't Tug
Or Get Drugged
Through The Mud Probably
Like My Weed Rolled (Rolled)
I Stay Done Properly
I Put My Team on (on)
And Now We Own Property (Yeeeeaaaa)
And My Swag So Official
No Magazines, So My Cash Not a Issue (Nahhhhh)
Tell the Ref To Throw the Flag
Blow the Whistle
Cause Your Style's Out of Date
That's a Foul on the Plate
And Your Words Don't Hurt
Cause I'm Flyin Out the Way
What You Make a Month
I Probably Spent Today (Day, Puerrrr)

Super Fresh and My Swag So Official
Super Fresh and My Swag So Official
And My Swag So Official
Swag Swag, So Official
And My Swag So Official
Swag Swag, So Official [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Extra Extra Credit"

"Extra Extra Credit"


Eh (yea buddy) Yea Yea (you know what we do around this time) Yeaa (Through the roof swag on you fuck niggas) Yea yea
I ain't gon deny it
I be on some fly shit.
See it and I want it.
Like it then I buy it.
You paying for it, I can make it priceless
I told you all this money ain't for show, I let it go.
If you get money (money) then you know just what I'm talkin bout. [x4]

I got a bad bitch, her name you don't need to know.
If you can take her off of me, that mean iont need that hoe.
Yea, I'm like the number three, something you ain't seen before.
So we get it smackin once we get back to my vehicle.
I got so much drink to pour and I got my reffer rolled.
Girl, I'd love to stay but gotta pack my things so we can goooo.
They call me sayin they need to know
How erryday I'm working but my life just like the weekend though
And when we in the club the owners gon acknowledge us
Me, I'm drunk as hell, throwin champagne bottles up
Yea, we super stars so the camera crews follow us
And all my diamonds traffic jam, they give you some kinda rush.
Baby I'm a star. You can join this constellation.
Shit wherever I want, can't deal with constipation.
Any chick that I handle, I teach 'em patience.
How not to win the award but be glad for your nominations.
If getting money is the case then I'm guilty.
Need a shower. Filthy.
Wipe me down.
I'm famous all the bad hoes like me now.
They don't just wanna fuck, they wanna become wifey now.
You tryna make a name but me, I got my own cloud.
And I can't share no air space. See I'm so Taylor Gang.

I ain't gon deny it
I be on some fly shit.
See it and I want it.
Like it then I buy it.
You paying for it, I can make it priceless
I told you all this money ain't for show, I let it go.
If you get money, money (then you) know just what I'm talkin bout. [x4]

Yea
All this money got me feeling bold.
And niggas starring like they scared the speaker's getting old.
You look decent but your girlfriend's a centerfold.
I keep my mind closed for bitches whose tryn dig for gold.
Big cake, ya'll dinner rolls.
You just sink boy, I've been afloat.
I've been in this game and E gave me the sticks now I'm in control
And I'm playing on difficult.
I'm another plane
New day another ticket
So we smoke til the life
Write my name in the swisher smoke
Niggas know if they don't, then they bitch does
Ros bottles spree until they free my big cause
I tell her that she drunk
She say she just buzzed
Half a bottle later she sayin she in love
Some will say it's the fame, some will say the drugs
Got you losin your brain and doing these things in puuuublic
I'm on some own world, other shit
And you gon have to find some decent shelter to get covered in
If she got no panties on then let her in,
And her set of friends.
Meet the gang, whoa

I ain't gon deny it, I be on some fly shit.
See it and I want it.
Like it then I buy it.
You paying for it, I can make it priceless
I told you all this money ain't for show, I let it go.
If you get money, money (then you) know just what I'm talkin bout.

 

[fox69]

"EZ Wider With Hash"

"EZ Wider With Hash"


Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
Valet bringing my cars, the waiter to bring me plates.
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
He celebrating buying drinks, we celebrating buying drinks
Ugh, its Young Khalifa man. (The usual suspects [x2]) (Yeah!)
Rostrum Records in this bitch. (Yeah!) Taylor Gang or die.

I saw you at the bar with, a couple of your friends.
I'm thinking you can bring em all.
Soon as I hit the door, to hit the floor.
I'm on some star shit.
Before I know, I got a bad bitch up in my car (car).
I throw out my cigar, hit the gas and I'm gone
She know what it is.
So ain't no need to ask where we goin(goin).
A glass of Patron, out the bottle got you ready.
I'm gonna make it hot
Girl you don't forget it, I tell her, what you tell her?
I could make you famous, I could make you famous
You been small timin darling.
I can make you major.
Wanna know if I can get you home?
Hope we don't wake the neighbors.
She lick her lollipop.
And I'm her favorite flavor (yeaahh)

Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
Valet bringing my cars, the waiter to bring me plates.
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
He celebrating buying drinks, we celebrating buying drinks

You see I'm different from what you accustomed to.
Flashing lights, when I pull up.
I'll have you telling all your little friends,
about the cars, about the cribs(about the cribs).
And how a young nigga do ya.
You a bad bitch, and you ain't like them same girls
Ain't my only one, but I'll make you my main girl.
When niggas call your phone, you like click, click, click.
We posing for them cameras, like flick, flick, flick.
What can I say but?
My life is like a movie (yeahh).
My life is like a movie (yeahh).
And I can have you in that star roll
Just like you should be (like you should be).
I do these things, magazines, booty scenes.
And you a pop bottle, top model, beauty queen.

Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
Valet bringing my cars, the waiter to bring me plates.
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
He celebrating buying drinks, we celebrating buying drinks

Time is money why waste it? (Why waste it?)
Got your girly so thirsty, ma can tase it.
Say im fly, she wanna hop inside my spaceship.
Ask her if she tired of that fake shit.
And What? She like..

Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
Valet bringing my cars, the waiter to bring me plates.
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
He celebrating buying drinks, we celebrating buying drinks
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
Valet bringing my cars, the waiter to bring me plates.
Smokey EZ wider with hash, fuck bitches from other state
He celebrating buying drinks, we celebrating buying drinks
Bitch! Hahahahaha. (The Usual Suspects [x2])
Taylor Gang or die.
Yeahhh!
Yeah.

 

[fox69]

"Fall Asleep"

"Fall Asleep"


[Intro:]
Fall asleep
Fall asleep

[Verse 1:]
I got a crib so fat that
You'll get lost in that bitch
I got a car so fast that if I push one button, you won't see nothin'
I got a feelin' that if it wasn't for me it wouldn't be a lot of you niggas
Well copy this then
Spend a million, count another million boy

[Hook x6:]
Fall asleep

[Verse 2:]
I woke up in Hawaii today
For real, I hold dope
None, these little young niggas try me today
Uh, cause between all of these closets and all of these boxes I got
Ooo, I got so much swag
That the people at the airport don't even wanna touch my bag
Only nigga in first class

[Break:]
Fall asleep
Fall asleep
Fall asleep
And I roll that weed and get baked off
Before the plane even take off, nigga I
Fall asleep
Catch me on the road gettin' money
I'm in a whole different country by the time I
Fall asleep
Fall asleep

[Verse 3:]
I'm flyer than most of 'em
They try and hate, but most love 'em
Them dollars, got most of 'em
Thanks to who supplyin' what I'm rollin' up
All this kush in my mind got me slowin' up
Don't gotta smoke, I get high enough for both of us
Get a O and blow and get another O and blow another O

[Hook x10]

 

[fox69]

"Familiar"

"Familiar"


[Chorus:]
I am in the air
All I want is the money
And I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder
Mind on a million
Taylor gang in the planes
You know we over the building

They ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize game
I should be lookin familiar

If they ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize a G
I should be lookin familiar

Party and chillin'
And fast living it
How I'm supposed to, now the choice is given
I chose to, leave the club with a couple of hoes who
Love to smoke trees rolling the easy rider papers
Maintain a low speed
Now shall I proceed?
Come from a city where niggaz ain't got a lot
But got it locked
So I be low key, uh
Money hoes clothes, is all a nigga knows
Don't bring a nug, I blow it by the O
I hit the road, cause shit is exactly how it seems
While cats been sleepin on me
I've been living out my dream
The marijuana's liable but my surroundings are serene
I'm laughin' and smokin'
Hopin' my camera catch the scene
Fresh up off the plane
Flick another paper
Shorty wanna ride with me
As bad as I wanna take her
Put you in demand
Bitches taken flicks with the planes
And send them to their friends
Weed to grind
Mind on a million
And we over the building

[Chorus:]
I am in the air
All I want is the money
And I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder
Mind on a million
Taylor gang in the planes
You know we over the building

They ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize game
I should be lookin familiar

If they ask me how I'm fly
I'm a tell ya
You recognize a G
I should be lookin familiar

 

[fox69]

"Fans Takin Pictures"

"Fans Takin Pictures"


The fans takin pictures of me
Can't keep these bitches off me
Police up and down the street, but I'm still spliffin homie
Breeze keep a glicker on em, do a nigga wrong boy
Niggaz want my head now that my money gettin long boy
More than Just a song boy, thinkin I'm just rappin to you
Niggaz keep they ratchet, this is real shit that can happen to you
Come out here and ask em do you, know about the nigga Wiz
Ever heard of rostrum records, know who Kev the hustla is
So bitch act like ya know me
A youngin bro, but my dough stack like I'm grownin
I'm the black steve austin,
I pull up and I stunna
And do just what I wanna, drunk and full of marijuana
Your shine low,
I'm somethin like a high beam, gotta be as high as me, to see things how I see
I don't even drive no more, I let the
Ho's ride me
After I see ID
Ain't goin kelly rob me
I'm just bein honest, bein modest I dun tried bein,
But niggaz hate it so I throw it in they faces
Let em get outta line we goin show em to they places
These shots ain't straight up, they come with a couple chasers
And the baddest hoes chase us
I'm runnin to the money,
In the back dime bitch up in my lap gettin blunted
Ya dugg?

The work raw so I'm coppin now for old money
Hustlin since I was born and think you gettin old money
Look dummy, see I'm all
About a meal to gain
Youngin off the porch for that young money like lil wayne
And all this smoke got my eyes on yao ming
Street pharmaceutical, damn shoot it and shoulder lean
I'm only bout that green, weed, and currency
Ignorant flow, no I never
Show em courtesy
Cause I'm a star too, doin what the stars do, roll em back to back and then I climb to the stars whoa!
Yeah you
Thought the boy was slippin but I wasn't
I connect like the movies get it cheaper by the dozen
Gotta freak with some cousins
They be always on call
Like the wnba them ho's love balls
I got em trained like 1, 2 suck and blow
Ice box cold wrist, wiz roll another
O!

 

[fox69]

"Far From Coach"
(feat. Game & Stat Quo)

"Far From Coach"
(feat. Game & Stat Quo)



[Hook: Wiz Khalifa/Game]
And the kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach

[Verse 1: Game]
Smokin’ that Buddah fillin’
Blowin’ that Kudda illin’
I’m runnin’ through the millions
I’m sittin’ roofless chillin’
Cooler than a polar bear
They flockin’ cause they know it’s there
Money game, money straight
Like Joakim Noah hair
That’s no bullshit, game time
Make you niggas change minds
Forfeit, or consume a full clip
Nigga like me eatin’ small fish
With your bitch watchin’ Swordfish
Niggas can’t ignore this
You can’t afford this, extravagant shit
We Louie Gucci Birkin baggin’ this shit
Bag of the piff
Hot-boxin’ in the back of the six
With Jimi Hendrix on, immaculate shit
Long way from Compton
Where we used to bag it in shifts with mags and the clips
Hurricane, right back on the shit
Back on the block with a package of spliffs
From blowin’ cats, it’s the Wiz, what it is

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, you niggas want kush? We got ounces
Corgies we got pounds, clips we got rounds
Hundred thousand dollars when I skip through your town
Baller shit, don’t even want a piece, man, we want all of it
Thirty thousand on the piece where my collar sit
Went so hard in the middle, East don’t know what to call this shit
Now I’m buyin’ up all the champagne
Drinkin’ away all of my problems, bitch
Might sound crazy
But I just left the private plane, promoter paid 100k
And I ain’t even stay the whole day
Hit the crib, bought a pound and smoked the whole thing
That Givency Men’s collection, copped the whole thing
Not to mention all these diamonds in my gold ring
Made it to the top with nobody knowin’
Niggas say they safe, but nobody’s showin’
Man he beats this shit, but nobody flowin’
Old Versace shit, the newest Rick Owens
If I’m rollin’ it, you know that it’s potent
With the Game and we smokin’

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Stat Quo]
Hah, it’s self-explanatory how we get it
Roll the purp in a plane ticket
Stat hop to that money, but I don’t ribbit
Post playa ball, nice in the pivot, Jays on but I fuck with Pippin
Kays on when them niggas trippin’
Uh, pools of your partner blood, ya boy stay slippin’
Never tippin’, stay sippin’
Court side, Blake Griffin
Stay missin’, stackin’ fitted while you niggas stay bitchin’
Coka and Boca, the kush of them strokers
Grand daddy and oova, blow that smoke to Jehovah
Four-fifty my motor, use your bitch for my chauffeur
I encoded the cobra, mark priced the Rover
T-top in the Trans, hit the gas and it’s over
Bitch please, this is how we get them hoes the doja
I got shooters, I know growers from Vancouver
Plus I’m cooler than the cooler at your grandmomma’s picnic
Bitch you?
Somethin’ chill from Brazil, on the L
With Wiz and Game, my life is like Corona commercials
Family matters, Kevin Love at you Urkles
That’s them wolves, niggas
They here to reverse birth you
Murk you, lights out no curfew
Bitch ain’t stoppin’ ’till my unborn seed’s seed is rich
Or ’till Jesus sit right next to me and smoke ’till the seasons switch, my nigga

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Feeling Faded"
(with Wiz Khalifa & Project Pat)

"Feeling Faded"
(with Wiz Khalifa & Project Pat)



[Juicy J:]
Winners circle
We scrapin' up all this money man
The hustle continues

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated
Buying everything so they can tell I made it
I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us
I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it
I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

Man I'm blowing all this loud
I'll be damned to let a nigga take it
I'm a stoner wake and bake'n ain't no exit?
Plenty syrup, plenty loud, nigga you ain't heard
All this cake a nigga makin', better than desert
Keep that chopper on alert
Bombay quench my thirst
All these dead presidents I'm a need a hearse
I'm getting faded, I'm so high
Bout to spark, Captain Kirk
Wastin' weed, in my lap, tryna roll up but I swerve
You say you not sucking dick, bitch you got some nerve
Put this condom on your ear hoe fuck what you heard
I'm the shit, you just a turd, you ain't shit mark my words
Got bitches who give me brain 'til I'm a nerd

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated
Buying everything so they can tell I made it
I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us
I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it
I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

[Wiz Khalifa:]
They try to talk about me cause I'm always staying positive
Ridin' clean she wakin' up and cleanin' that's just how I live
Niggas busy stressin', I'm just smokin' weed and takin' shots
Gotta keep the proper medication cause I think a lot
Fresh out the jacuzzi smokin' doobies in my Ksubis
Face time her bring her to the trap to watch some movies
Netflix, champagne, Apple TV
Best believe its going down, you fuckin' with a, G

[Juicy J:]
I'm feelin' faded, and elevated
Buying everything so they can tell I made it
I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us
I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it
I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

[Project Pat:]
Scrape it up, scoop it up
We just tryna pile it up
Buying drugs where I'm from
You might get fucked like a slut
Medical cali in my lungs, hustlers hold them rollies up
Gas get in my pockets fat, stuffed like a stromboli bruh
In the club sparkles on them bottles like fourth of July
Bookin' shows all the way to Mississipi all the way to the Dubai
Rollin papers smokin' like a hippie brains in the sky
Rari light, police ask me questions know I'm a lie
Cause I'm 100 like a Calico
Cigarillo full of medical
You know wheels off the credit bro
We poppin' bottles and we stackin' dough

[Juicy J:]
I'm feelin' faded, and elevated
Buying everything so they can tell I made it
I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us
I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it
I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded
I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

 

[fox69]

"Feels Good"

"Feels Good"


[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh uh uh uh my friends roll lexus and benzs and spend instrumendous uh like those endless business niggas from the start was already hot no prob openin shop the flow ready rock so many tryna knock my hustle half of ya'll don't ain't even got no hustle I'm into livin good so I bring heat with the flow just how a nigga should come between me and my dough I wish a nigga would roll O's and cigarillos my black rim low the way I stack indo attract nymphos cats sick tho to impress by how that honey walk me I'm trying come up on some ways to make that money talk sink or swim I'm a hungry shark and I want it all cribs and a foreign car all tomorrow I could be gone tomorrow that's why I grind like it's my last day hundred fuckin roaches in my ash tray.

[Chorus:]
Now I know I ain't livin right... but it feels good [x4]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh huh uh my weed kicks like jet lee flicks test me kid slap shots like gretzky hits the best kept secret yes he is the cats out the bag I puff puff and I pass you dumbfucks and I laugh what you hatin for why you just standing outside what you waitin for I'm blowin on and 8th or more touring for my paper boy before I hit the club I need a blunt a two a three a four bad bitches thirsty for stars with mad riches wanna ride with em rest they head on televisions I don't bag bitches they hop in you just follow and you bag bitches you're not a pimp I was schooled by the best of em now they cuttin checks for him ain't gettin money then it's prolly for the rest of them somethin like a legend when I? what I wrote be in the big cloud from the blunts that I smoke...

[Chorus]