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'Or Nah (Remix)' Lyrics - Jay Love Ft. Ty$ & Wiz Khalifa
Here is Or Nah (Remix) Lyrics by Jay Love Ft. Ty$ & Wiz Khalifa

(Intro: Wiz Khalifa)
*Wiz laugh*
I gotta lotta cash
I don’t mind spendin’ it
*Wiz laugh again*

(Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa)
I’m-a smoke this joint then I’m-a break you off
I be lying if I said you ain’t the one
All these tattoos in my skin, they turn you on
Lotta smoking, drinking, that’s the shit I’m on
Heard you not the type that you take home to Mom
Is we fucking when we leave the club or nah?
I ain’t spending cash for nothing I wanna see you take it off
I’m-a pop this bottle, you gon’ give me brain or nah?
Heard you from the hood, you rep that thing or nah?
Got a lotta ass you gonna shake that thing or nah?
Heard you smoke blunts you down with paper planes or nah?
I feel like I’m Tony, you my boss? I’m thinking nah
The whole world I take it on

(Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign)
You gonna run it for these hundreds girl or nah?
Show me is you really ’bout your money girl or nah?
Don’t play with a boss, Girl take it off
Take it for a real one
You gonna get it all

(Hook: Ty Dolla $ign)
Is you really ’bout your money or nah?
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with the shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh, Oh Nahhhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with the shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh Oh Nahhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh

(Verse 2: Jay Love)
Jay Love
Shawty gon drink it, 4 in one
Tell yo friend she can bring a friend, we can have fun
I’m goin deep sea divin while you float on top of my water baby
Got my goggles on, best on, girl I can’t confess
So is you gon call a break tonight or nah?
You gon let a nigga put the tip inside or nah?
Don’t be too proud to beg, I know this D is what you want
So go on and bend it over, baby let me bring you on
Bring you on girl

(Hook: Ty Dolla $ign)
Is you really ’bout your money or nah?
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with the shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh, Oh Nahhhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with the shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh Oh Nahhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh

(Outro: Wiz Khalifa)
Gonna make that ass clap (x2)
Make make make that ass clap
Gonna make that ass clap

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'Or Nah' Lyrics - Ty Dolla $ign ft. Wiz Khalifa
Here is Or Nah Lyrics by Ty Dolla $ign Ft. Wiz Khalifa

I gotta lotta cash
I don't mind spendin' it

Imma smoke this joint then imma brake you off
I be lying if I said you ain't the one
All these tattoos on my skin they turn you on
Lotta smokin' drinkin' that's the shit I'm on
Heard you not the type that you take home them all
Is we fucking when we leave the club or nah?
I ain't spending cash for nothing I wanna see you take it off
Imma pop this bottle you gon' give me brain or nah?
Heard you from the hood you rep that thing or nah?
Gotta lotta ass you gonna shake that thing or nah?
Heard you smoke blunts you down with paper planes or nah?
I feel like I'm Tony you my boss I'm thinking nah
The whole world I take it on

You gonna run it for these hundreds girl or nah?
Show me is you really 'bout your money girl or nah?
Don't play with a boss, Girl take it off
Take it for a real one
You gonna get it all
Is you really with somebody or nah?
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can i bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with this shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh, Oh Nahhhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can i bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with this shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh Oh Nahhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh

Girl make that asss clap for young dolla $ign
You already know my money go a long time
I could slide for it, like Nelly
Imma go as far as you let me
Girl is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?
Can I bring another bitch lets have a threesome
Keep saying you a freak you gon' prove it or nah?
His bitch keep looking at me she choosin' or nah?
You a ride or die chick you with this shit or nah?
Say you not a side bitch, you all in or nah?
You gon' make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?
Can you do it like that, on this dick or nah?

You gonna run it for these hundreds girl or nah?
Show me is you really 'bout your money girl or nah?
Don't play with a boss, Girl take it off
Take it for a real one
You gonna get it all
Is you really with somebody or nah?
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can i bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with this shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh, Oh Nahhhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can i bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with this shits or nah?
Oh Nahhhh Oh Nahhhh
Would you ride for a nigga or nah?
Would you die for a nigga or nah?
Would you lie to a nigga or nah?
Oh Nahhhh

Gonna make that ass clap [x2]
Make make make that ass clap
Gonna make that ass clap

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'Money' Lyrics - Young Scooter ft. Wiz Khalifa
Here is Money Lyrics by Young Scooter Ft. Wiz Khalif

(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

(Verse)
A thousand, bricks
Hector, he keep it comin
Every day I cap a hundred
Thousand, nigga
I’m getting money
So it’s no more serving junkies
Thinkin bout that half a mill, I drew it out the carcass
Real shit, no lie, just me and a couple junkies
That 4-4 shit have a nigga money hungry
Keep 100 thousand on me
To blow it with my homie

(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

(Verse)
Taylor, Gang
Nigga I rep that over errythang
See me I live life in the fast lane
Nigga I’m takin shots, smoking Mary Jane
Don’t need security, I got my own guns
Keep Forgiato rims on all my old schools
Ain’t talkin shit, boy i’m talkin money
Khalifa, throwin hunnits
Fuck thirsty, them bitches hungry for this

(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

(Verse)
Money, I wanna marry you
You know I really need you
Remember that day you left me
I couldn’t believe it
Cut it cus we couldn’t think
I couldn’t do shit without you
But them birds up under that sink
Stretch em out, that’s what Young Scooter do
Every hunnit pack I get I bury bout a brick or two
That’s just for the drop
Whatever I get, that shit get ran through
Drugs in the south, I made drugs out west too
Take a chance for that paper, that’s what money do

(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

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'Got Me Some More' Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Here is Got Me Some More Lyrics by Wiz Khalifa

Where you going, what you doin?
They hatin' on you, keep it moving
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more

Hundred bottles that's nothin'
I be out Greystone and I'm stuntin'
I be up standing on the couch bottle in my mouth
Pourin' champaigne and spitting champaigne out
Just cus I came out from that [?] shit
Made a couple mill off this rapping shit
Smoking papers ya'll smoking backwards
Hustle smart, while ya'll hustle backwards
Niggas gettin' lost in the game
Me, I'm all sorts of change
Niggas tryna cross in my lane
I'm thinking that it's awesome, fixing up a cone
Porsche getting washed in the rain
Rolex watches, diamonds in my chain, damn look at all them rings
Don't know what to call it, smoking like a rasta
Drink like an alcoholic, like I just came back from college
Take another shot I'm falling
KK cones up in my wallet
Came here and turned up, now your hoes wanna go with us
At the crib with my niggas
They ain't actin' like they your bitches no more

Where you going, what you doin?
They hatin' on you, keep it moving
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more
Keep that KK, and it's rolled up
Got that bombay, no we slowed up
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more

long snippet version

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'The Vapors (Remix)' Lyrics - Jhene Aiko Ft. Wiz Khalifa
Here is The Vapors (Remix) Lyrics by Jhene Aiko Ft. Wiz Khalifa

You’ve been on my mind
I’ve been trying let it go
I’ve been trying to find
Something as incredible
As you and I,
But that's a never
No feeling can compare to you
You just gotta let me know (let me know!)

Hook:
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again (again)?
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again (again)?
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again?
(Take me over,
I'm under your control)
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again?

You stay on the grind
I'm always available
Rolling in my ride
So I gotta take it slow
You got me so high
Up, up and away we go
Racing to the sky
I'm feeling unfadable!
Cause the vapors can save us
And take us, and make us believe
That we are free (that we are free!)
We can be free (we can be please!)
So can I please

Hook:
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again (again)?
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again (again)?
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again?
(Take me over,
I'm under your control)
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again?

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Oh, oh, been on this road so long, don’t even know we’re gone
Let’s roll some joints, it doesn’t matter how many we smoke!
So many cars, I’m deciding which one I’mma drive
So many diamonds on my wrist, make my watch look alive!
I ain’t just talking all this shit, I’m really working
All days up, going hard, never taking a break
And it pays off, more in charge, more than up on the job!
Having fun with my life, you niggas hella born
So many places like I’m teleporting
Don’t need a home!
Bring the jam, bring the strong!
Bring the week, bring the…
Don’t come along! Bring all your friends
I’ll bring the smoke!
I feel when it’s gonna end!
Let me know!
Can I hit it again?

Hook:
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again (again)?
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again (again)?
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again?
(Take me over,
I'm under your control)
Can I hit it again?
Can I hit it again?

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'La La La' Lyrics - Dorrough Music (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)
Here is La La La Lyrics by Dorrough Music Ft. Wiz Khalifa

I’m on that
La la la
Counting my money, saying

Hook:
La la la
Laughing at the haters like
La la la
We do it every day like
We do it every day like
We do it every day like
Break it down, roll it up, lighters up, lighting up
Break it down, roll it up, lighters up, lighting up
Break it down (break it down)
Roll it up (roll it up)
Lighters up (lighters up)
Now lighting up (lighting up)

I’ll be on that Cally Kush
I won’t smoke that Reggie Bush
Even though I rush out through these willows like I’m Reggie Bush!
Cloud mind, always take the fights, I’m steady bull
I’m … trying to get some Kush.
I go around the world me and my local homies
I turn up like I got remote controllers on me!
Got cheese and bread, all I need is pepperoni
All my bitches bad, don’t need no testimony!
Aces of spades, I’m a renegade!
I don’t call the foe, I fill my lemonade
But why you punch a spider…
Pour it up and drink it like it’s get away!

I stay high,
This OG Kush got me believing
I can fly all around the world, they blow up

Hook:
La la la la la
Nigga, where we go, we’re on that …
Roll up and blow I’m on that
La la la
Counting my money, saying
La la la
Laughing at the haters like
La la la
We do it every day like
We do it every day like
We do it every day like
Break it down, roll it up, lighters up, lighting up
Break it down, roll it up, lighters up, lighting up
Break it down (break it down)
Roll it up (roll it up)
Lighters up (lighters up)
Now lighting up (lighting up)

Break it down, roll a pound, blow it up!
I got a call from my dwag, said it’s going up!
Said if you got some KK, best believe I’m showing up!
And if the sign say no smoking, now I don’t give a fuck
This is what you call out one per cent
Cause 99 of the other is fake!
Real cookies, not the ones that you bake
Smoking one and got on the way
Am I new… like Bob Marley was wake
You understand me?

I’m always high,
I’m never in the sky
Now .. but I believe that I can fly
And all my niggas screaming…
I’m on that

Hook:
La la la
Counting my money, saying
La la la
Laughing at the haters like
La la la
We do it every day like
We do it every day like
We do it every day like
Break it down, roll it up, lighters up, lighting up
Break it down, roll it up, lighters up, lighting up

I’m on this text till you know what’s up (know what’s up)
That mean I got that drink up in my cup (in my cup)
And everywhere we go we fire up (we fire up)
We stay wet and heated like a fucking fire trunk
Ha, I’m super hot, chain full of “whats”
I bet I got more diamonds that your jeweler got!
You know we’re smoking… make you choke a lot
And every time we choke, we make you take a shot!

I stay high,
This OG Kush got me believing
I can fly all around the world, they blow up
La la la la la
Nigga, where we go, we’re on that …
Roll up and blow I’m on that

Hook:
La la la
Counting my money, saying
La la la
Laughing at the haters like
La la la
We do it every day like
We do it every day like
We do it every day like
Break it down, roll it up, lighters up, lighting up
Break it down, roll it up, lighters up, lighting up

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'Refill (Remix)' Lyrics - Elle Varner (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)
Here is Refill (Remix) Lyrics by Elle Varner Ft. Wiz Khalifa

wiz khalifa:

ah
i made a lot of this money just off keeping it real
i spent it all on gavanchi if that shit looking ill
they say im fresh to death
i say im dressed to kill
look like i left a will
cause shes my breakfast still
this niggas hate what i makin but im still makin more
if you aint about what you talking then fuck you fakin for
roll a weed with a homie talking to police
drinking champagne mixing bombey
and my whole team smokin, grayday kay kay
good weed all day
live life like guns and roses
go hard now work on pay
and i brought over hundred thou this aint no cheap thrill
heard its two thousand a bottle waitress can i get a

elle varner
refill (wiz: hahaha)
can i get refill?
can i get refill? (wiz: drinking this shit all night, till im drunk)

yeah, of your time
cause you’re intoxicating my mind
feel like a conversational lush
cause i don’t know how much is too much, yeah
i feel like the girl at the bar who’s been there too long
can’t stand up!

i need a shot of
you on the rocks
cause i’m down to my very last drop

so can i get a refill?
can i get a refill?
can i get a refill?
baby, can i get a refill?
yeah!
cause i feel like the girl at the bar who’s been there too long
can’t stand up!
i should be gone, but i just can’t get enough
so can i get a refill?
can i get a refill?
(i feel like the girl at the bar who’s been there too long
can’t stand up!
i should be gone, but i just can’t get enough)
can i get a refill?
can i get a refill?

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'Still Got It' Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Project Pat)
Here is Still Got It Lyrics by Wiz Khalifa Ft. Project Pat

still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
all this money a nigga made aint change me,
now i’m always gonna be the same,
some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
smokin’ on that cali strong every time i roll up,
reppin it everywhere i go, some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,

all this money a nigga made niggas cant take it,
all this money a nigga made and im still makin it,
lot of new niggas comin out and i don’t feel nothin,
lyin you got fake diamonds on,
im rockin real ones, now they get excited
when i pull up in that old school blowin that shit up out it,
ya im talkin ive been about it,
now haters forget about it,
from servin weed in an ally,
to smoking weed out of cai,
got swervin leaf in my chalice,
whats on my feet cost a thowe,
my other car had made, dem manual comin tally,
ya my nigga i been getting den benjamins,
shippin my friends n em,
we suffer like womenen,
you talk it im liven it, uh

all this money a nigga made aint change me,
now i’m always gonna be the same,
some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
smokin’ on that cali strong every time i roll up,
reppin it everywhere i go, some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,

project patah, im so fuckin chetaah, and bitaah,
keep it straight hood to the letaah,
doin 50 tennessee, that’s what i membah,
when they pull yo brains all day fuck the chitaah,
pressah, make a broke man get the burnaah,
stuck it in the mouth like i did tina turna,
and take all yo bread nigga, face ta the face,
my nigga get the face and he gonna hustle till he dead,
same cost, same mix, same parts, same brix,
in my hood dem same junkies lookin for the same fix,
tryna make swag, ludicu,
off the roof blowin cali strong,
man blown of the lu,

all this money a nigga made aint change me,
now i’m always gonna be the same,
some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
smokin’ on that cali strong every time i roll up,
reppin it everywhere i go, some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,

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'Far From Coach' Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (Ft. The Game & Stat Quo)
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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

Smokin’ that Buddah fillin’
Blowin’ that Kudda illin’
I’m runnin’ through the millions
I’m sittin’ roofless chillin’
Koolaid in the polar bear
They flockin’ cause they know it’s there
Money game, money straight
Like Joe Key and Noah had
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

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

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’

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

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’ ’til my unborn seed seed’s is rich
Or ’til Jesus sit right next to me
And smoke ’til the seasons switch, my nigga

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

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You already know who the f*ck it is man
Taylor,
Uh, smoke kush so I ain’t got no stress

Stunnin’, it ain’t no contest
Diamonds all in my Rolex
Cuz I go hard like P90x
See you dudes copying our moves
now you followin’ our steps
Little kids just in the mirror, tryna’ flex
Speakin’ of flex, shout out the flex
And everyone else that said do this next
Tell these lame niggas cut the check
Try to rest now try the best
Gangsters, trippy niggas, all here with me nigga
My weed’s so strong, my brain so gone
Outer space, solar oh
My chain, polar oh
My bank, so long oh
Like I was playing poker, oh, poker oh
My face all on the tele, so fuck what they tell me
I always keep it real, cause people love the real me
They ran up on my bus, cause police said they smell me
So me and LOLA blow and smoke in LA
Flossin’, straight bossin’
Take strands, we cross ‘em
My chains, ay,
They cost ‘em
They haitin’, we awesome

Throw back on thinking
Lately I’ve been thinking
I’ve been partying too much and living like the weekend
And then I think bout what my life could be
That’s when I pour another drink, and light this weed
You really sure you wanna grow up and be just like me?

Chorus:
They say, say I’m livin’ it
I’m all about it, they all about it, we all about it
Dem, dem haters, them, ha-haters
They sick of this
I’m all about it, they all about it, we all about it
Dat, dat paṗer, dat pa-paper I’m gettin’ it
Dem, dem haters, them, ha-haters
They sick of this
I’m all about it, they all about it, we all about it

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(Busta Rhymes)
Got these niggas saying
shit ain’t even logical to do the shit I do now
lets celebrate the impossible,
glasses up, the respect
is unbelievable, arsenal, and beat the street
with bars til niggas lay in the hospital, in
case you didn’t know everything about me
phenomenal and the way these niggas talk
everything about it is comical
What is even more comical is what you’ll
read in an article
I broke your face for talking you should have been more responsible
You need to learn I ain’t tryna stop basic,
watch them choke when I’m pulling up in a
spaceship, when I float you see how we ball
until we wasted, mad because I poked your
broad I’m beggin to taste it, appreciate this
art and this bosciat that I painted,
embraced a lot of love, but I love embracing
the hatred, you niggas is defue from me
leavin’ it mutalated, pardon my delay and all
of this greatness you ever waited

(Chorus)
Now when I’m looking at the game I’m saying
shit doesn’t change, shit doesn’t change, these
nigga going out their way, but I’m just staying
the same, staying the same, you probably
thinking that you seen somebody like me
before, somebody like me before, but I’m a G
and they don’t make em’ like me anymore, like
me anymore

(Wiz Khalifa)
Uh, the nerve of these niggas, talkin’ shit about
me cause I’m on the top, I ain’t even heard of
these niggas, smokin’ kill just to murder these
niggas, want beef cause I gor bread, I guess
you wear bargains be nigga, they say I’m the
event currently, but my niggas in the cut like
surgery, in the cut like surgery, and all my
breakfast, lunch, and dinners get served to me,
you sayin’ I ain’t the realest that’s perjury, I’m
smokin’ out with my niggas up on that top floor
of the villa lookin’ out for those be tryna copy
us, oh you ain’t about those dollars, huh
I guess that mean we can’t chop it up, chop it
up, carry on poppin’, 30K for watches, I grinded
for what I got, my nigga, losing is not an
option, not an option, just look at all this new
shit that I’m rockin’, that I’m rockin’, don’t
know what you doing, you should stop then,
should stop then

(Chorus)
Now when I’m looking at the game I’m saying
shit doesn’t change, shit doesn’t change, these
nigga going out their way, but I’m just staying
the same, staying the same, you probably
thinking that you seen somebody like me
before, somebody like me before, but I’m a G
and they don’t make em’ like me anymore, like
me anymore

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They say I smoke too much
I say you can’t smoke enough in this bitch

Og kush in my eyelids, high as fuck im like wireless
Ain’t playing a game im not childish
Taylor gang we the wildest, taking shots like im Irish
Going to shop for that fly shit, if it’s private im flying it
If I like it im buying it, if its foreign im drivin it
If it’s potent im smoking it
That 69 interior look sexy as hell when you open it
That kush good I might roll a bit, wife happy im stroking it
Cover of the source cause my ownership, hating niggas like holy shit
Club promoters like fly him out, die hard fans like pay the man
150k for a show I rub my hands like Birdman
Ripping jeans and taking drags, popping tags and making swag
On the internet everyday and you fuck niggas still make us laugh
I ain’t really one to talk shit, but the shit I buy just make us brag
Clothes small but my money long with my gold tooth and my nappy head
Before you see you thinking thats a seat but a nigga like me treat it like a bed
Wake me up when its time to eat, only nigga in first class

I say fuck you unless im with you, though I will probably never diss you want me to roll and smoke with you
Dont lie
I say fuck them other niggas, man im down for all my niggas, cause they down to ride

Little nigga say word you ain’t ever smoke no fire you ain’t never smoke no fire (2x)
Little nigga tell the truth you ain’t ever smoke no fire you ain’t ever smoke no fire
Little nigga tell the truth you ain’t ever smoke no fire nigga you a god damn liar

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They see me coming they say they come big time
yeah nigga big money big rhymes
big old thing in my past for big body dimes
between hate and love is a very thin line
you see me coming they say they go big dope
yeah nigga big money, big song
big old thing in my short for big body bro’s
between hate and love is where the guns pop off

Now I don’t buy shit, all of my chips go high lips
boog it up nice jeans, born styling
hot tack shit, expects shower hate TV’s
in the mirrors watch the house with my bad chick
pull size to cruise, bubble back that oh we feelin in the move
with some slow wet sex she real splash it
she told me go long and do it bad at me
..what did you say you and I say
in love forever in life is but a dream don’t wait me
spreeze at venees them little T-shirt look purp
when the titties my baby
lip crazy and I..stress free everything is old love lately
and ever since we hooked up life is wavy
we at good the..wherever you sun blazin

Hook:
Superstar life, superstar life
we crime and crime don’t pay, girl what you know about it
in other words these name are dangerous free
come fly with me you’ll be my co-pilot
superstar life she was start life
we crime to rhyme don’t pay girl what you know about it
in other words these name are dangerous free
come fly with me you’ll be my co-pilot

Let’s get hot, damn, that ass is first class
so hot, so hot hey y’all is
so hot, damn, that ass is first class
so hot, I know you see that rider with
Let’s get hot, damn, that ass is first class
so hot, so hot bitches got money
so hot, damn, that ass is first class
so hot, it will last nigga swing that

Rolling up before the first one is even over
we run the game till the game we never sober
the cush I’m smoking on is from the growl world
the smell is reminiscent of a molder
cut from the same..is all the same
me and Prodigy see all this change
now we gotta be from this stronger strange
I’m cool with the..I bring it on the plane
say I’m wolves bitch that’s with my cubans
I got all the snootch ti all for do it music
fuck the money rub the family the most
the rest alone I can’t remember being bro
get hot so much don’t know how to be in low
I’ll take a nigga crib and spin it on the low
that mean I’m ballin like a ball game
30 thousand on this bar name

[Hook:]

Who to ever guess that VSOP be so gifted
..in a new year with this big shit
it sound like my amy night on the club strip
sitting in the fly begin lifted
on it low lady spark man coach me
no cack cold no say say
no excuse me miss
they see me..is more like what up kid
I see you shining I can smell it nigga with money
what up big time is main but just mother f*cking good life girl
you’re looking good man, you can have a good night
bring your chicks to the ricks
we got all the bottoms in the splished
they come and get some room service from the garden sex
are you my guard as you find out soon enough maybe know

[Hook:]

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[intro:]
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 diamond does it
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 accustomed
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 them and look at me
look at me, look at me, look at me
look at them and look at me

[verse 1: 50 cent]
i paint a perfect picture, a perfect portrait
poverty, robbery killa be kills psychology
i shine just me and my nine
i screw niggas head and clock sharp and like this columbine
guess i’m one of a kind
i see you niggas soft when a shell hit your face that 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 are victorious
come out to play, i mean right away
shit found the gunner
imperior money drawers
outdoor nigga breaking county laws
it’s hard bottom line
tie money for some time
eight p while you up
kush smoke back, cope
push the dope, cut dope, so what
i cut throat and fuck 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]
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 them and look at me

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[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, this for the 412, all the rhyming, all the grinding
All the time I do it all for you
Cause you raised me, never paid me
And when a nigga needed money, you paid me
Mixture with Jamaican crazy, you make me
Niggas but tell me not to fuck with you lately
But I can’t see, the day I ever turn my back
On where I’m from, there might be some
But that ain’t me
I love you to death, though at times you get crazy
I ain’t gonna lie, sometimes it feels like you hate me
But don’t get it fucked up, I know that this’ tough luck
And true appreciation’s what you don’t get enough of
And you can trust, that I put nothing above you
Scream out your name so I’ll make everyone love you
As much as I love you, it shouldn’t surprise you
I rep one from nigga, you know how I do
I’m from Pittsburgh

[Chorus - Terrace Martin]
The street lights, keep calling,
I can see the mirrors falling
In front on my face I see him
Reaching out for me
The wind blows, so subtle
This is in my streets like chatter
If I don’t take this chance, they might not come around again

Yeah, not a new blood in you, but you got an old soul

[Wiz Khalifa]
The summer you hot, in the winter you so cold
And most people don’t know, that you got a start
When I be on the road, they ask me who you are
Never seen you before, but I’m letting them know though
I didn’t mean to leave you out and getting that show dough
And I always come back to you, put my soul in this music when I rap to you
Bleed the track for you
Yeah, you got a habit of making the young nigga’s dream
Take a look at all he got in one bigger thing
For you I’d give anything,
And it’s a shame to say, that sometimes
You don’t feel the same way
But everything’s still everything
I’m just grinding for a time where my city see better days
And I swear we’ll never separate
Everywhere I go, I let them know,
I’m from Pittsburgh

[Chorus]
The street lights, keep calling,
I can see the mirrors falling
In front on my face I see him
Reaching out for me
The wind blows, so subtle
This is in my streets like chatter
If I don’t take this chance, they might not come around again

Again, again, again, yeah, again
Again, again, again, yeah, again

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Everything gone me, run and tell ‘em that
Promoters booked a couple shows and I’mma get it back
And what I’m smokin’ on is so strong
Them niggas trippin’, tell ‘em it’s a wrap
Yea, I walk in stuntin’ like a movie double
With all my jewelry on I’m lookin’ like this how you hustle
50 in the pack, at night I swear I pray to God
Got off my knee, got dressin’, now me and my niggas ball
Huh, and these fuck niggas, they hate that
I just roll it up, light it, take a puff
Blow it in their face and say take that!
Who the fuck you kiddin’? You actin’ like a pussy
I’m the lobby elevator, bitch you goin’ up if you push me

Hook:
I’m hella paid and I’m hella faded
I ain’t save a shit, I’m blowin’ everything
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
Don’t get money with the niggas cuz I don’t trust ‘em
Spent a hundred for the chain but that ain’t nothin’
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)

I’m lookin’ like a house and I ain’t even with a watch
This is all from rappin’, none of this come from the block
You know that money gettin’ so long
Can’t even front, you gotta bring it back
Whole clubbed packed and I don’t want your baby moms
but see on the floor, she screamin’ out that this her song
Yea, I pulled up yesterday in somethin’ clean
In about tonight I’m pullin’ up in somethin’ mean
Yea, you know me and the gang, we do it back to back
We just a bunch of rich motherfuckers and that’s a fact
I ain’t tryna hear about it if it ain’t ‘bout bread
Ain’t doin’ what you niggas doin’, what you doin’ there

Hook:
I’m hella paid and I’m hella faded
I ain’t save a shit, I’m blowin’ everything
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
Don’t get money with the niggas cuz I don’t trust ‘em
Spent a hundred for the chain but that ain’t nothin’
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)

And what I’m smokin’ on is so strong

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Relax motherfucker, real rap uh
I used to have dreams of that Q45, not the 2 door
Hating ass niggas this is way before I knew y’all
Bitch niggas …, 38 screw off
Newest park legend where a nigga learn to shoot ball
All alone, still I kept it G, they knocked my crew off
Work for you, please man, who done made you boss?
Moms play topless, she was missing hella dishes
Always wonder why the coffee pot above the kitchen
They know Biggie kept a semi with a story to tell
Hand to hand they making up the bed
It’s more than they sell
I’m just a call away my nigga
I’m a Taylor you know
We getting money if we say it’s green, know I’ma go

That’s why they hating on me, cause I did it on my own
That’s why they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shinning
That’s why they hating on me, cause that money stay on my mind
That’s wht they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shining, it’s my timing

Man I had to wake up and get it myself
Get my own connect and have my own heat on my belt
So fucking hand out, I knew to go get it myself
Now the same ones who was hating want to give me help
I just tell them I’m cool, matter fact I don’t riot
Not for you niggas who ain’t help me get where I’m at
I’m just keeping it real, let you tell if I’m fake
Cause I be running for that money, you ain’t in the race
Yeah this balling is necessary my nigga I can’t lie
You suckers be hitchhiking, labels looking for riots
Let me tell you something that’s what everything decide
I had them niggas out your door, bout this Taylor Gang or die

That’s why they hating on me, cause I did it on my own
That’s why they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shinning
That’s why they hating on me, cause that money stay on my mind
That’s wht they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shining, it’s my timing.

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Niggas got it fucked up, prolly thinking it’s a game
I’m …smiling lot, but I ain’t playing with them
I’m up all day I work all night
I roll a weed, I’m on a flight
Soon as a land, I’m gonna write, I’m on the grind
40 … 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros
Flying all around the world like I’m a fucking hero
Pouring it straight out the bottle that’s how we drink clicko
And we all from the same hood, that’s why we feel the same thing
… one of our pockets hurting, we all gonna feel the same pain
Eyes smoking out the car service, police escorting, now the dawg nervous
We the bomb searchers, penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it
Old school back seat with a stash in it
Big joint og, mixed with has in it
And it’s tgod you niggas last minute
Your flow last year, the swag last fall
You just the last place, you ain’t gonna last at all

You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You know it’s taylor gang or die, haha, word

Ah, fresh out the spot where they selling
You gotta pay them the coop
Ain’t no rules out this motherfucker
Who sold you that book
Bitch we down when it’s cracking
Around my way and you know that
Can get more than I ever asked
So be afraid of the go back
Yeah I’m talk and I’m cool moving
No cameras, respect the shooters
I’m out on this money train,
You don’t know about hustle, do you
It’s everything in or nothing
Bitch you know how I get down
You wasn’t mad at me before
So why is you mad at me now?
The alcohol got you talking
You do the same things and the cops
Know conversation know where we playing
only for money calls only
That mean I can’t deal with them old games that you tryna kick
This ain’t Shinobi
I told her baby you thirsty, she responded I’m cool
Said your wrist it’s got water, I told her bitch it’s a pool
Feel me gang now, but concrete dive in first
But if you owe me money, I need my …first

You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
Aha, what you got in your bad … bra?
The same shit, new bitch with me
Box money… 50
I’m running through the stop lights, late night
I told baby girl get your cake right
That kush doesn’t taste right
We take it to the hand, all you smell is …
And cookie smoke in the benz
Where my roof go, I stack up quick, while they move slow
White girls in my room, I’m smoking while they do blow
Plus life, no crushed ice, … my bookie love life
But fuck it, I like to blow cash, I … it’s nothing
2 first class flights to the function
20… a hundred 20 grand, in the city where them pretty girls dance
And them plans grow, in the warehouse, skinny cash
If you pass me bullshit, I’ma laugh, I’m the man, no lie baby

You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds.

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Don’t miss this jet h*e
Don’t miss this jet h*e
Don’t miss this jet h*e
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Don’t miss this jet h*e
Don’t miss this jet h*e
Don’t miss this jet h*e

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[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]
Yo, West Virginia
Straight from the country, right there wit’ my kinfolk
Golds in my mouth and they put 26′s on Benzo’s
Dirt roads, back woods
They got weed but I’ve been dope
Ratchet, n-gga we act hood
But I’m getting money with these white folk
Sippin and I’m faded, super medicated
Said she wanna check the pole
I said Okay Sarah Palin, so I lay down and lay in
A n-gga gon’ be faded, all the way to the AM yeah

[Hook - Big Sean]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn, b-tch I do it

And this the life we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

Oh God, oh God

[Big Sean]
Ok, wow, bow
Look at me now, chief like an indian
Talkin in clouds, I’m high as a b-tch
I’m talking to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soak that hoe, show ‘em no love just throw ‘em a towel
Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, cause I’m so f-ck-ng in style, wow
New crib, crash that, Drove here, cab back
Now knock that pussy out, yeah that’s just a little cat nap
Hold up, hold up woah
Don’t be smoking my sh-t, I be smoking that fire
And she be smoking my d-ck

[Hook]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn b-tch I do it

And this the life we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking sh-t just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

[Wiz Khalifa]
Smoking, choking, always rollin’ something
I don’t need a key to start my car
Bitch I just push a button and theater showing
Got a half a mill and spent it like it’s nothing
Money flowing, never sober
Smoking till I got concussions, no discussions
Man I got a condo and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchen is
If I ain’t on the road gettin’ it
Then I’m in the hood where my niggas live
Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound ’bout to finish it
Now all my pasta got shrimp in it
You talk about it and I’m living it
Fucking little b-tch

[Hook]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it

And this the live we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

[Chris Brown]
Real n-gga never frontin’
Cause when you got it all
Everybody want somethin’
Middle finger in the air no fist pump
And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumping
Ah! Finally got this bitch jumping
Got this bitch jumpin’
Fly, that’s me.

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