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eah buddy
I got a cold and all that shit
You know how hard I work
I really, I really go in, man
This is from the heart, it's from the soul
Hahaha
We still having fun too though man
It's gone be a real good year

[Hook]
Gettin' paid's just a regular thing to us
Cause if it ain't gettin' money, it's strange to us
And if you don't wanna smoke, you ain't gotta pay
Rolling up by myself trying to find a way
Floating away, floating away
Floating away, floating away

[Verse 1]
See I be gettin' to it, gettin' to it
Come to these broads I be stickin' movin'
Don't ever talk it, if I didn't do it
I'm ridin' round, bumpin' on some new shit
Looking for a bad broad to cruise with
Come and kick it with a winner
No, we never losin'

Ft. Travis Scott
(Produced by DJ Spinz)

(Intro: Wiz Khalifa)
Can't smoke weed to it
I don't wanna listen to it

(Hook: Travi$ Scott)

This the top, oh yeah the tippy
It's Young Khalifa mannn
I see it clearly the money that is
Oh y'all niggas ain't in the way keep doing what you doing
See right thru you

Got me drinking out the bottle,
Living for today ain't thinking about tomorrow,

My momma ain't raise no fool nigga
Matter of fact, maybe she did
My mom raised a fool nigga (haha)
But that don't mean we can't get rich
Too rich (too rich)
That's what they say
Humble beginnings
Rich ass endings

Yeah
Yeaah
thahaha
you niggas know its the gang or kill yourself right?
yeaah
yup
Red hat black chucks black 501's on

Треклист:
01 - Bout Me [feat. Problem, Iamsu!]
02 - Fucc Shit [feat. Menace]
03 - MIA [feat. Juicy J]
04 - Pacc Talk [feat. Juicy J, Problem]
05 - Ridin Round [feat. Juicy J]
06 - Smokin Drink [feat. Problem]
07 - Stu [feat. Juicy J]

Треклист:
01 - Respect [feat. Juicy J, K Camp
02 - Move On [feat. Kevin Gates]
03 - Prequel [feat. Curren$y]
04 - Foreign Bitches Freak Dips [feat. Chevy Woods]
05 - Shit Starters [feat. 2 Chainz]
06 - No Worries [feat. Chevy Woods]
07 - Finish Line [feat. Project Pat]

[Intro:]
I'mma smoke a trippy stick on this one
OG Hash Oil

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll a joint, roll another one
When it's all said and done
I'll be at the top bitch

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Um, it’s hardly a secret
you aint gon stop tryna get where you going until you reach it
always had them bars back in the day
when the same ones running up on you wasn’t speaking
look at all your achievements
you work hard so it’d be kinda hard not to believe that
you party every weekend (weekend)

Uh, I'mma tell you that you not my competition
I'mma always win, throw me in and I'm going in
I ain't running, I'mma come until you leave
I'm 'bout to get it, talk about it 'cause I really live it
On them nights on a mission, no fear, no hope in my vision
Don't need no intervention, you ain't down to rider
And even if you was I come out, point 'em out, they all gon' be missing
Wonder why I'm still here act a fool if you met me (act a fool if you met me)

Deep sleep

How you gon' be cold as us?
Your kush ain't rolled up
Your cars ain't old enough
Champagne ain't cold enough
Money still fold up
You ain't buying no clubs

Yup... it's all raw
Motion right here no paper no none of that

I must b dreaming, yea I must b dreaming,
Yea cus
I got the cars got the clothes got the money n the
hoes and the way I see that ain't gon change,
I must b dreaming, yea I must b dreaming,

[Hook]
Scared money don’t make money, so what you scared for?
And real people do real things, so what you here for?
A stand up nigga stand up for the rest of their life (Yeah)
And real G’s do what they want, don’t ever think twice

[Verse 1]
Uh, it go, one for the money

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

The Kush lit yeah buddy
You already know taylor gang
Taylor made taylor made
Money gang yeah bitch

Super fresh and my swag so official
Super fresh and my swag so official
And my swag so official

eah, it’s Young Khalifa Man, yeah, Taylor Gang over everything
Champagne, paper planes, bitch takin’ off her wedding ring
Leave with us you’ll never be the same, makin’ money in major ways

Hook – (Wiz Khalifa) (Repeat X2)

If I got it then Im’a spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too

I’m tired of all ...fighting girl
Every night you keep coming me with the same
That I’m going and say,
I swear I love but this ain’t right for us
I never thought it would end this way
Is gonna kill me this way but you got a

Back in stuff leave my keys,

I got the city on lock man (uh huh)
I don't think I'm this crazy (It's Mr 412)
It's how the people treat me you know
(I feel good)
It's about that urge, so (I feel great)
That's why I call myself the
Prince of the City
And that's why we back, the second time man

Ay, you know that work moving
So that paper steady stacking
And niggas out here hating I done
Made it cuz I'm rapping
My chain is solid gold
Man I said later for that platinum
And threw them yellow diamonds on that
"P" and got it tatted

Whoa, you be goin' hard, you be goin' hard
You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard
Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job
You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard
You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard
You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard
Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job
You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard (uh, uh)

[Hook]
Where you going?
What you do?
They hating on it
You keep it moving
Got money and I got me some more
Got money and I got me some more

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, I'm higher than a plane and I don't wanna land
Every time I speak I see a hundred grand
Rollin' so much weed it's like the motherland
I ain't talkin' English, I'm talkin' rubber bands
Jacksons, Franklins, either one of them
You ain't talkin' paper, dawg, so you don't understand
Spazzin' on these niggas, bitch I'm goin' H.A.M

Usually, Ahh I do a weed song
So Uhh, Here go a weed song

Marijuanaaa, i love it my brother
Marijuana, in my soul
Marijuana, in my heart
OOOOHH

hey girl whats your name
im very very glad you came
your such a beautiful thing
hey girl what you say
im very very glad you took the time
your such a beautiful thing

hey girl wanna let you know

Chorus:

I'm livin' life fast, sometimes you slow down but I continue speedin'
The New York nights, Miami beaches, and Hollywood Hoes
I'm fresh out the air so you won't see me there
unless I'm weedin' (weedin)
That's all I know
Oh oh oh (oh oh)

Money on the mind hustlin' all the time
All about the paper
Cause da youngn' on his grind
Youngn' on his grind
Young youngn on his grind

Some say I'm next to be the greatest
Your jealousy comes with success

I oh, I choose you baby
That's what the game told me
Ain't nothin' change, still the same man
The game chose me, sing
Oh, I choose you baby
You know the game chose me
Ain't nothin' change, this is what the game told me

(Rain)
(I still remember)
Uh-huh (the rain)
Uh
(I still remember)
Sayez, what up? (The rain)
Wiz
(I still remember the rain)

Send "I Still Remember" Ringtones to Cell

It’s a new year, new day, the hardest regardless of what you dudes say truthfully
Who we glue to me, money talks was taught to speak fluently
Its nothin new to me, sometimes it takes three blunts to get through to me
It only took me months to get through the streets, but when you got beats and your lyrics are dumb hard, nobody gotta let you in the game you just bombard
Yeah but niggas are gon hate though, no matter who you are theres another wantin your place bro
Mind on cash roll the grass and fade slow, learn fast to mow the grass, the snakes low

Verse 1-

Yeaa
Im G - O - O......D Ya Feel Me?
Yea
Fresh fit new chucks (new chucks)
I swear i feel like a million bucks (million bucks)
And dem leather seats feel like plush (uh-huh)

[Verse 1]

I’m full of myself – natural high, I’m pulling myself
Got my team, we’ve all got fam, nobody’s stomach’s full by itself
I hear the talkin’, they hatin’ – but I’m laughin’ in they faces, like…
No price to make the exchange, gave my life away to this game
Got my mics days ‘fore they came, my ice David is Blaine
I’m fresh to death and they know

If I were a lame
Only just for a week
I'd look myself in the mirror
And shoot the first thing I seen
No honestly I'd try to find someone else
And I'd make it seem like it's his fault
That I'm broke and can't get on
And he's doin shit I can't do for myself.

[Intro:]
Yeah...
Whaddup Taylor Gang,
Starpower...
It's star year.
You know what it is!

[Chorus:]

Everybody wants someone to blame
Taking losses that's part of the game
Ain't forgetting how far that we came
Hey
Everybody wants someone to blame
Taking losses that's part of the game
Ain't forgetting how far that we came
Hey

Niggaz know
Taylor game sunshine or snow
Them hoes running their best clothes
And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga
Real shit

[Chorus]
We never low

Money bitch, Money bitch, Money bitch

Boy I got money, money, money
I got mo money
Ever run out of guap, I get more money
Donâ??t gotta think, I just know money
Kleenex paper, all I blow is money
I got money, money, money

Let em know
I was made for this
And gotta let the people know (where you from?)
Pittsburgh wiz khalifa bouta bring it home
Is he shakin' fools (yes!)
Is he makin' moves (yes!)
Whatchu gonna do (what)
It's that 4 1 2

808 Mafia
Ooh, yeah
These dudes ain't got no wins
Still gon' talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let 'em in
Girls at the front door, let 'em in
Hoes at the front door, let 'em in
Money at the front door, let her in

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, it's young Kha, (Khalifa!)
Man, man, man, it's young Khalifa man!
Man, man, man, Taylor Gang or die!

[Chorus]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar

I smoked a whole a damn pound
I'mma need another one, eyes closed I won't come down
Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts
Nigga

I just don't be sharing weed
A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent
Just cause you up in this bitch

I make it hot
What the -
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Nigga like me be smokin' while I'm drivin'
Gettin' higher than the Bee Gee's, sayin' we both just stayin' alive and
Watchin' the time go by, climbin'
Told you I did enough hash, to make a mountain
And you could sit right on your ass, doubtin'
While I'm somewhere rollin' up grass, going up where the clouds is
Some niggas say they get so high that I ain't fuckin' wit' em'

[Chorus]
Opportunity in my face so I can't sit back and not take advantage of it
Man I can hardly wait got a date with miss success
and I can't stand her up no they don't understand us cuz,
they say we too material (material)
but money make the world go (round and round [x3] ) yeahh,
they say we too material (material)
but money make the world go (round and round [x3] ) yeahh

I be overseas, I be in L.A
I be in the South, trappin' hard all day
I'm from Pittsburgh, but I be in the Bay
I be in New York, I be MIA
I be in Chi-town where they quick to spray
I be in Detroit where they gettin' paid
I be overseas, I be in LA
I be in New York, I be MIA

Explain [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Wake up to the cleanin' lady knockin' and shit
I close the door so I can bake up
Cause yesterday we, partied the night away, stumbled in close to four
Room full of expensive bags, still all the shit on the floor
But that's just how you live when your wife's a model
Smoke a pound soon as we touch down, do the same thing twice tomorrow
Not to mention what I spend in the club, nigga don't need a price the bottle

Is a record somebody grab me a lighter
there's a swag

they say they were
you gonna live your life
maybe, maybe
they wish they could living for you
say that thing, say that thing

"Empty bottles of Clicquot (CLEE-Co) and ashes on the flo'.
Towel under the do', we wasn't supposed to even smoke.
I ain't trippin, never slip or slackin on my pimpin.
Drop the nerd you with,come smoke a joint with he who's winnin.
Ain't like them guys who wine and dine and eat they women.
My bitches only want two fingaz, to get high, and kick it.
Try my pot prescription, take a couple shots with lemon.
Usually have to watch a movie to see how I'm livin.

eah buddy
I got a cold and all that shit
You know how hard I work
I really, I really go in, man
This is from the heart, it's from the soul
Hahaha
We still having fun too though man
It's gone be a real good year

Never thought that we would end up here
We should've known it from the start
I know you mean it when you say you love me
But we trying way too hard

Used to think that we would last forever
How could I've been so wrong
Never thought that I'd be the one to say this

[Intro]
You heard me?

[Verse]
Still the same Cam, who I was is who I am
Drive the chevy like a lam, rollin' up by the gram
Always stickin' to the plan, them other niggas lack the vision
I'm 20/20 and my eyes lower than theirs

i cop me one, cop me one for my old girl
you think she my newest bitch, she my old girl
khalifa, a younger n-gga who handle his
hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is
boss shit, look that up n-gga, i handle biz
on fire, like a candle is
n-ggas be dressing off the manikin
hmmm, and i get fresh like where them camera’s is

Hello
Yeah I was tryna, uh, call and see what you was doing today and shit
Naw I ain't busy
You the one the always got shit to do
Yeah yup
I know I always say that
But look I ain't really got nothing to do later
And uhm, I was trynna see you if that's cool

Rapped in the warmth of you, loving every breathe of you
Feel my heart this moment, Ooohhh

[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa]
Notebook, Notebook
Trapper keeper paper
Willy Wonka's in my closet, all these flavors
Shop with me you'll get exhausted

[Hook:]
Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car
Niggas want beef, you can get it raw
Got these niggas sick, everything is raw

[Intro]
Ugh
ya’ll already know what it is man
If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang
Ugh, its not a problem, we spending change

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage

[Intro: Juicy J]
Mr. Cap you ready? Um hmm
You finna kill this shit, yeah
Pass that bong over there bro

[Hook: K Camp]
When you stay out and your chopper stay focused
She gone be the best

I roll up
I roll up
I roll up
Shawty I roll up
I roll up
I roll up
I roll up

[Wiz Khalifa - verse 1]
And they say they ballin’ but I do it how the pros do
Where we goin next? we gon let my hoes choose
No socks and my boat shoes
Guess a n-gga eating good like whole foods
Not a couple cameras now they bring the whole crew
Bad bitch ride wit me so she pose too
See me and my guys like a plane flown through

(Let’s go)
(It is what it is man..)
(What it was, what it wasn’t)
(Only nigga)
(Uh)

Blow it by the O’
Blow a lot of paper; I got rich when I was young.

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything you do
Smoke weed

[Hook]
Time flies, no lie
I'd rather be getting high

And Say Yeah! (echo)

[Verse]
One night in town
Ma niggas round
Throwin money
Them bitches hit the ground
Then bring it back-up

And Say Yeah! (echo)

[Verse]
One night in town
Ma niggas round
Throwin money
Them bitches hit the ground
Then bring it back-up

Yeaaheaa, It's ya boy Mr.Easy Rider
Right here on the easy hour
With a lil Kush and Orange Juice
For you to wake and bake to
You know how we do yall
And we rocking with nothing but the best
No Stress
It's my nigga Young Wiz Khalifa yall

Digg man
My name is Slim
you know what i'm sayin?
My momma named me Charles
But the people, the people they call me Slim
And you know I been on this Kush and Orange Juice man
It's a wicked thang brotha
You know, I done been around, seen alot of faces

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Smokin', drinkin'

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I've been smokin', I've been drinkin'
I don't know what I was thinkin'
I've been high all weekend
Drunk as fuck but still tweakin'

I’m a cigarello fiend smokin weed like its oxygen
Roll a lot skunk, need some blunts, get two boxes in
Goin to pull my stash, out rollin out this half ounce
Puff pass, nigga I puff grass till I pass out

Rpt. 2X

Half ounce what I got to smoke up in some days

Loving you, is all I wanna do
Loving you, is all I wanna do

Yeeah
Ugh
Ugh
Ugh

Started small with nothing
Now I got it all
I still want more
Who say I can't have that too?
You feel me?
Foot on the gas, both hands on the steering wheel
Jumped in the game, 'cause I know it's real
Heard it'll change you, I know it will

These dudes better stay in they lane
And get there brain on the right track.
Now you gotta check your do-cane cash
And you let ya mouth write that.
We ain't playin' when the shit get real
Talk shit get your life snatched.
And don't rest better guard ya grill
That's how it is cause its like that.

I had so much champagne up in the club
And I ain’t come up here and I ain’t looking for love
I’mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I’mma drink so much that I can’t make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)

[Refrain:]
Now we rollin’ on, stayin’ out all night

[Chorus]
Still blazin, still blazin, still blazin
Cause ganja power its so amazin
give me the strength and protection, keep praisin
each and everydayeeee
[x2]

[Wiz Khalifa]

Текст(слова) песни
(Hook)
Aye you probably think you know where this is goin
but this ain't one of them kinda songs
somebody roll and let's get it on
While I forget it all and get zoned

(Verse 1)

Girl Let Me Take You To My Studio
Give You Everything You Want And Need
Lay You Flat Like A Piano
If You Let Me Stroke Your Keys
You Going Be Saying Things You Never Said
Matter Fact You Going Be Playing Melodies You Never Played
We Aint’ In No Bed,
We In The Lab

Yeaaaa, ladies and gentlemen (hahaha), I’d like to welcome ya’ll to the life of a star. Yea, a superstar that is. And that’s me: Young Wizzle Man. Hahaha. Yea

Little nigga, big money, big dreams
Tall nigga, small nigga, big team
Small teeth, 501 fit jeans (fit jeans)
Some say my life can’t be all that it seems (it seems)
Big things (big things)
Big hoes wanna go back to my spot, they say how my shit gleams

(intro)
Hey, dont trip... bitch
matter fact i got somethin 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

(intro)
Hey, dont trip... bitch
matter fact i got somethin 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

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, rolling up the grass, living better than them niggas
That I used to look up to, I can show you how to come up
Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood
Where the weathers good and the parties always popping up or
Somebody be dropping off some trees
I mean I got enough to go around everything for the free so you ain’t gotta
Smoke with me and my homies down to go at any one town and get this paper

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
The World turning, the weed burning
Them haters talking, I keep earning
Know some will say that lifes a bitch
Well I’ma flirtin and f-ck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases
Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is
N-ggas felxin’ hard with no bars, they got weak servants
Keep verses, Mortal Kombat

Searching for the thrill of it, thrill of it,
Say that it's love, but to me it's looking counterfeit,
I get done with one and move on to another bitch
Yea college educated, she graduated
Any bill she can't front, her parents paid it
The show was far, you the only one with a car
And your girlfriends, bein that she's a big fan, of course she made it
Most girls wanna hide the fact that the thrill they chase it

[Hook x2]
The tweak is heavy
My clique is ready
My diamonds crazy
Don't try to play me

[Verse 1]
A quarter million dollars, if I'm in it, I paid it

Uh, Yea, Uh,
Yea, It's Young Khalifa Man
This for Spacely,
Everyone Call me man
Taylor Gang or Die
And this project is brought to you by (its deal or no deal)
Champagne, and paper planes too
Rostrum Records In This Bitch

Shit

It's Wiz Khalifa man
This shit hot, right?

Now don't blink cause the flow is closer, don't think
True diplomat, no Jim Jones and no Pink
And the city wanna know what, except that I claim

Oh, yeah
Wake up, wake up
I don't wanna wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
I don't wanna wake up, wake up

Get on straight, never switch lane
On my job every day 'cause it's hard not to see

Стоять! Мы братва!
Hol up, we dem boyz
Стоять! Мы братва!
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Стоять, стоять, стоять! Это мы тут шумим!
Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz
Стоять, стоять! Мы братва!

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa and (Diddy)]
Hold up, hold up, hold, up
Hold up, hold up, hold, up
We dem boyz
(Yeah, ayo, turn this shit up
Ayo what up Wiz?
You knew someone had to motherfucking remix this shit)

[Hook X2]
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

[Verse 1]
Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle

Yeah, yeah, around these parts I’m known as the youngest in charts
My ship bang off the trunk of your car
It’s the cities know raps spiters send me blow clap n-ggers
Skin and bones for really know is fat n-gger
I know to chase the bus trying to get my paper over
In the studio writing rhymes to the paper crush
I’m not the type that you gonna call … but I’m a hustler
It’s all in my blood so … with the cheese in a minute

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Money's the motivation - money's the conversation
You on vacation, we gettin' paid, so...
We don't placate 'em, I did it for the fam'
It's whatever we had to do, it's just who I am
Yeah - it's the life I chose
Gunshots in the dark, one eye closed
And we got it cookin' like a one-eyed stove

I never feared death or dying
I only fear never trying
I am whatever I am,
Only God can judge me, now I'm
One shot, everything rides on tonight
Even if I've got three strikes
I'mma go for it
This moment, we own it

[Chorus:]
We're done, but it's not over
I'm started again, out to the end of the day
It keeps getting better
Don't be afraid, we'll do it together

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Started from nothing, ended up with everything

[Verse 1]

And they say all I rap about is bitches and champagne,
You would too if every night you seen the same thing
Money wall to wall, young famous n*gga, spend it all,
When you die you can't take it with ya
Bottle of Rose if I'm drinking with ya
Cause most n*ggas is broke their bank is injured

[Verse 1]
Uh, I’mma tell you that you not my competition
I’mma always win, throw me in and I’m going in
I ain’t running, I’mma come until you leave
I'm 'bout to get it, talk about it ‘cause I really live it
On them nights on a mission, no fear, no hope in my vision
Don’t need no intervention, you ain’t down to rider
And even if you was I come out, point ‘em out, they all gon’ be missing

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work,
Work, work, work, work

Diamonds all in my brain, n-gga
Gold watches, gold chain, n-gga

[Hook]
Work hard, play hard (x4)
Work (x8)

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Diamonds all on my brain, nigga
Gold watches, gold chain, nigga
Hundred thou’ on champagne, nigga

You gonna love me
You gonna love me, man! is wiz khlaifa!
Uh, black out, yes! Cd in the building
Stand up equipped for your prints right now
I'm about to show you niggers
And why wiz khalifa is the prince of the city
Listen, listen, listen!
Young dude, you get off in nigga off in

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
And they say all I rap about is bitches and champagne
You would too if every night you seen the same thing
Money wall to wall, young famous nigga, spend it all
When you die you can’t take it with ya
Bottle of Rose if I’m drinking with ya
Cause most niggas is broke, their bank is injured
Then bitches gonna ride with who they think’s a winner

NIgga like me be smokin while I’m drivin.
Gettin higher than the Bee Gees saying we both just staying alive and…
watchin the time go by, climbin.
Told you I’d get enough hash, to make a mountain.
And you can sit right on your ass… doubtin.
While I’m somewhere rollin up grass, goin up where the clouds is.
Some niggas say they get so high that I ain’t fuckin wit em, I say if them niggas get that high man I ain’t fuckin wit em.
Doin nothin wit em, rollin up or puffin wit em.