WIZ KHALIFA feat. Trae Tha Truth and Big Sean – Phone Numbers

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

[Hook:]
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin’ like phone numbers
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin’ like phone numbers
(You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million)
I’m talkin’ millions, nigga I’m talkin’ millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million)
I’m talkin’ millions, nigga I’m talkin’ millions

Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)
Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)
I’m talkin’ millions, nigga I’m talkin’ millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million)
I’m talkin’ millions, nigga I’m talkin’ millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million, whaaaaaat)

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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta
Real shit boi, these niggas imposters
They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh my God sir, what?
I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeh
Countin’ 7 digits, no wonder why the money calling
Got ya bitch panties Niagra fallin’
Dollars cum like I fuck in the bank
I told them I could, they tell me I can’t
They want me to trip when I’m dicking the paint
I’m poppin’ champagne and puffin’ on dank
Shining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see me
My dick hard, your bitch is easy
(Boi, boi, boi)

[Hook]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Smoke DZA – Rowland

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Rolling up a seal blowin up but still
Going hard on my job like I ain’t sitting on a mill
Now filet mignon come with every meal
I swear to God that I’m so high feel like I’m going up a hill
Car marijuana coded
Paid 250000 for it still hop in that thing ride like its stolen
I’m talking vacation out and island resorting
I made eleven million nigga without any endorsements
Took the niggas out I was out on the porch with
To Saint Tropes to race them in Audis and Porsches
Bentleys and rolls plenty of smoke
Thousands for weed Vendis for clothes
I remember I couldn’t get shit back then when I was broke
Now that I’m rich everythings for the loke
So I could give a fuck bout what they saying
Cause they wasn’t with me way back in the day when a nigga was just

[Hook x2]
Macking Hanging
Rowland Getting that paper

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
We living life shit the bud is never ending
Kush God Bob Marley on my pendant
You know that low is the life that I’m living
Ralph Lauren always keep a nigga spending word
I cant lie its the truth a stack for these joints
Five hundred a pull double R L don’t do shrooms
That ain’t for me
Getting money killing shows in the home of the maple leaf
These rap niggas live in a land of make believe
Jiminy Cricket ass niggas and cool enough to fool with us
Nah pool tables get played in back haters play the side door
Jet life taylor gang what you ride for
We keeping the ends competition is slim
In case you looking for them niggas have no fear we are them
Corner the market getting money Rolling Stone
Young Khalifa rugby rolls right

[Hook x2]
Macking Hanging
Rowland Getting that paper

WIZ KHALIFA feat. The Weeknd – Remember You

She’s about to earn some bragging rights
I’m ’bout to give it up like I’ve been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in what you wanna do
Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don’t mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hard and my cup cold
My tongue slurred cause I’m so throwed
And I’m wiping sweat from my last show
And he’s TG and I’m XO
I’m only here for one night
And I’mma be your memory
Sing it in my ears, so I can hear what you’re saying to me
I got cups full of that Rose
Smoke anything that’s passed to me
Don’t worry ’bout my boys
I won’t need it for what I’m about to do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I’mma have to take your number when I’m through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I’mma have to take your number when I’m through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa]
Old rapping ass
Lightyears past the class
Hit it, don’t have to pass
Nigga, we the new Aftermath
Niggas after fame, I just had to laugh
Niggas after fame, I’m after cash
You’s a fan of a player
I’m the man, you’s a hater
And I only smoke papers
That’s how you tell them Taylors
Nigga listen
Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing comes out without permission
Look, everything I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I done came for
All the shit that you see I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah that’s paid for
Need I say more
Spend so much money on clothes
Said fuck a store, making my own
I hope that you’re rolling one up while you’re singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was making this song
Pour out some shots
You’re taking too long
Young and I’m rich
And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade

[Hook]
Good to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I’mma have to take your number when I’m through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I’mma have to take your number when I’m through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa]
I’m on some gin, you on some gin
I’m moving slow, I’m driving fast
I hit the weed, you take the wheel
We lose control
Drop the top in that 69
Not Motor 1, not old Chevelle
Can’t say things like supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper, dawg
I like to call this shit old news
It means haters jocking our old moves
Popping champagne cause we made it
Pack in the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did I probably won’t remember tomorrow

[Hook]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Juicy J, Lola Monroe & Chevy Woods – The Code

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Cash in the bag twirlin up hash
Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask
Weed on repeat up all night
Cash always leak got hoes all tight
Live and you burn, grind and you earn
Bitch I’m on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin’ up money flippin’ it too
Y’all ain’t heard me but the benjamin’s do
I’m bouncin’ through the club like tigger
I’m a hit the dope, I’m a hit the liquor
Nigga get wrong I’m a hit a nigga
Take a nigga bitch home and I’m a hit her

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Reppin’ Tgod
All these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin’ with me
Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Reppin’ Tgod
All these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin’ with me
Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Lil’ Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor Taylor

[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
Bitch I’m taylored ain’t na ho cut from the same cloth
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain’t safe and I’m comin’ for the spot
Snatchin’ all wigs bitch I’m coming for the top
Put a run up on trip how I run up in the shots
Queen Roe, I don’t see nothin’ but the gwap

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
All my money I’m a get it soon as I get it I’m a spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin’ that marijuana in it
Takin’ the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin’ it smokin’ it all to me ain’t no savin’ it
Fuck with them pods plus seeds so no shakin’ it

[Verse 4: Chevy Woods]
Uh, fuck these niggas they ain’t really bout that
Look I know what these niggas these niggas all rap
What they know about nights that they never come back
But he two shot now shells all in the mac
On the top will never see none of that fall back
7-11 homie don’t get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam you know I rep that
And we gettin’ bake on anywhere the bread at

[Hook 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
That’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Lil’ Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor

WIZ KHALIFA feat. K-Young – In The Air

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
You’ve been lost with them rookies
Young Khalifa on this pro shit
So sick of standin still I could get you in motion
Trips out in the sand
Rollin swishers by the ocean
Toastin, private seats on the cloud and we ghostin
Used to play the low
Now you can’t help but get noticed
Startin to get approached and your
Girlfriends gettin nosey
Still you hold me down,
Hold me down ain’t ‘fraid to show it
I know she someone I can grow with

[Chorus: K-Young]
Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know
If you really with me, if you’re not then you can go
Girl I wanna know,
Would you tell me a lie? No
If you ever leave my side, no
Would you play with my time? No
If you rider put em
In the air [x12]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Tell me what’s your name
Here’s my number you can call me
Can’t deal with a wife
But you can be my little shorty
I can be your star
We can kick it out in orbit
Or get done with this,
Flip somewhere and record it
Says she got a man,
But her man she gettin bored with
Love me cause I grind,
She don’t mind where I be tourin
Don’t got lots of time, therefore
I can’t be your boyfriend
I’m more than in the air, soarin

[Chorus: K-Young]
Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know
If you really with me, if you’re not then you can go
Girl I wanna know,
Would you tell me a lie? No
If you ever leave my side, no
Would you play with my time? No
If you rider put em
In the air [x12]

[Bridge: K-Young]
I won’t be excited to sit at home
Waitin to hear the phone ringin
No, oh, oh, I won’t
Even though I’m in love with you
Yes I’m in love with you
Girl I’m hopin that forever we’ll be tight now
Let me put in on the table for you right now

[Chorus: K-Young]
Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know
If you really with me, if you’re not then you can go
Girl I wanna know,
Would you tell me a lie? No
If you ever leave my side, no
Would you play with my time? No
If you rider put em
In the air [x12]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Lola Monroe – Initiation

Sledgero
You’ve always been a fool man, but you’re stupid for this one

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
This is for my young niggas, this is for my paid niggas
This is for my wild niggas, this is for my gang members
This is for the ones that don’t care ’bout bein’ hood niggas
This is for them badasses, this is for them good niggas
This is for them fly niggas, this ain’t for them broke niggas
This is for high niggas, roll one up and smoke, nigga
This is for them boss niggas that be gettin’ paper
This is for them real niggas, this ain’t for them fakers

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
This is for them Taylors [x16]
Yeah I got it, so I flaunt it
And I bought it cause I want it
Screamin’ fuck a bitch nigga and a hater
This is for them

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
This is for them lil niggas that be goin’ so hard
That be on they grind, know exactly where they post are
Tryin’ to get they cheese, tryin’ to get they pocket so large
This for niggas over-seas, this is for them dope boys
This is for them joint-smokers, this is for them gin-sippers
This ain’t for no ho niggas, this ain’t for no bitch niggas
This is for them rich niggas that be gettin’ paper
All I do is ball, nigga, that’s my human nature
This is for them niggas who know that they got strong pack
If it ain’t strong, we don’t blow that
If it ain’t strong, it’s gon’ go back
Money so long, that shit throw-back
And my nigga, this shit paid for, I don’t owe that
It’s a movie dog, it’s a Kodak
And I’m so gone, see you later
This ain’t for y’all

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lola Monroe]
Monroe, Taylor Gang’s?
For dough, four more coupes then blow mo’
It’s about to go down like a credit score
Your broke ass can’t even use debit, whore
Versacci decor from the bed to the floor
Have several seats or exit door
Pussy sweet, shoot me
We ain’t gettin’ money, Jew me
Whole time your pockets’ tighter than a new weave
Fuck ‘em, we gon’ roll up like two sleeves
Taylor Gang, ? to bang
Y’all pussy weed blanks from failure range
They could never duplicate my Taylor frames
It’s the Taylor ring, got a Taylor dame
For the season, oh snap
And focus on my head shots
And I ain’t never loafin’, you won’t catch me with bread knots
Eenie, meenie, minie fuckin’ mo
All these birds be goosin’, so I be duckin’ hoes
N-never had an issue givin’ bitches my ass to kiss
Wiz told me get ‘em so I’m comin’ out blastin’ bitch

[Hook]

[Outro: Amber Rose]
Hey baby, it’s me
Um, I know you out there performin’ right now, but
I just wanted to leave you a little message
To let you know how much I love you
And I miss you
And I wish you were home with me right now
But I’m so proud of you
And I’m so happy that you’re doin’ so well out there
I miss you baby, I miss you so much
I can’t wait to see you
I love you, muah, bye

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Pharrell, Tuki Carter & Amber Rose – Rise Above

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, you would have thought that from seeing me going hard
That that’d motivate these motherfuckers to get on they job
But instead they hating on what I’ve been doing
Having conversations in my face about what I should do for ‘em
What I’mma do keep rolling and dropping weed on ‘em
Pack my bags look like I’m staying for weeks but be gone in the morning
If the flight is private, we probably should board it
You see it you like it, I can probably afford it
If niggas really felt some type of way about the shit I’m doing
You picked a crazy time to start letting me know
Cause jealousy and envy that’s a trait for mostly bitches
Not a man so you ain’t one if you letting it show
Now the money like the weed how we letting it grow
And I ain’t holding on to shit I’m letting it go
Started small but now we all in them bigger game
All in a bigger plane, ballin’ and getting paid

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
First the love was there
Then the paper came
Then the haters came
But we still rise above [x2]

[Verse 2: Pharrell]
My phone is dead, but I got a contact
My sharpie paint pen on my Timbo combats
You talk shit, I won’t respond back
What they gon’ get, and you don’t want that
That nigga will forget the deal
Remember what? get for real
My whip appeal, my crib is real
My wrist as well you know…the Richard Mille
And my grunge nigga, I make her come quicker
Then rock toe socks, yellow sponge nigga
I Tebow, for hoes that eat hoes
Emojis fo’ me and my people
The hoes love me, I’m on they TiVo
I work they thighs, and they kegels
Skateboard, I love Chanel
Retweet me bitch, I’m Pharrell

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tuki Carter]
Yeah, I hustle no muscle
I’ll never be muzzled
I’m a piece to a puzzle
I’m Robert Townsend and my words gon’ Hollywood Shuffle
My nigga I move moo, my motivation is moves foo’
I get up and does do, I evenly do ten things at once
Multitaskin’ super fast and king of tattin’ super pimpin’
House of rollin’ run a business while I’m tourin’ on you bitches
Doing features while watching a double feature nigga
I see you suffering from haterism, get that check
I take nothin’ and make somethin’ there’s no breaks when the hustle’s runnin’
Ain’t dealin’ with fakes ain’t fuckin’ with snakes
They all in my face now they got what it takes my nigga I’m straight
So don’t reach out cause I peaced out when I reached out
There’s no response like knockin’ on an empty house
Yeah, so I keep on while you peep on what I be on and you’re behind
That’s what karma’s about

[Hook]

[Outro: Amber Rose x2]
Man what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
They rollin’ up, let alone doin’ a song with these niggas
Claimin’ they ballin’, to me they playin’
These niggas ain’t really doin’ what they sayin’

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Juicy J – T.A.P.

[Hook x4:]
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let’s take a plane

Nothin but gin in my trippy cup, pouring more, I can’t get enough
Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff, I break it down and it lifts me up
So much shining, so much diamonds, all that there comes from so much grindin
So much weed up in my lungs, I’m in the air, I’m somewhere flyin
In your town I cop me a pound, show me one and I’ll roll one
All my niggas straight drug addicts cause it takes one for you to know one
Bake somethin and never hold none, young niggas with some old lungs
Catch me out at your college campus, weed rolled with a cold one
Outside with my new car, my Chally parked by my old one
Got a couple of rollies dawg, but I’m usually rocking a gold one
Catching flight on them private planes, Ferrari doors I close ‘em
Don’t talk a mil, you ain’t sold one, don’t talk a pound, you ain’t smoked one

[Hook x4]

[Juicy J]
Smokin and sippin while watching hoes strippin
Poppin and rollin, I’m chieffin this potent
Dope by my side with the pistol and chopper
Got from my bitch and she get from her mama
Talking like this, I be walking like this
Sold a few hoes and I bought a new bitch
Taylor Gang niggas the number one chieffas
Smokin on [?] louder than speakers
Mix with the hash, dip in the lean blue dream, I’m a fucking fiend
Standing on Fairfax getting smoked out with them niggas from Supreme
Trippy sticks bong rips blunt, bitch I’m down to do whatever
She wanna pop a molly man, Juicy J gon’ fuckin let her
For a stronger strain I’m spending bands, this ain’t no reggie
When it’s ’bout this gettin’ high, ain’t nothin you can tell me
Xanax bars, beans and syrup, that’s my trippy kit
I’m like a pimp in the club working your bitch

[Hook x4]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Juicy J – The Plan

I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life (laugh)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I done smoked weed where they said I can’t
Got rich when they said I can’t
Got high and got on the plane
And brought all my niggas when they said I can’t
Went shopping places they said I can’t
Bought some shit that they said I can’t
Jumped on the road and did all them shows
Cause I was poppin’ places they said I ain’t
Went hard in places they said I can’t
Promoters call and try and set up dates
Bought the car with that yellow paint
Go to parties now and they set up drinks
And it’s first class so I’m private plane
Nudie jeans with my Get Up Mane!
Rollin’ papers and Mary J
I made eleven mill and I’m still the same

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J (x2)]
What’s with all these niggas and they feelings, man?
All of this and I’m still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan
But all this money wasn’t in the plan
Now it’s all about them Benjamins
Ballin’ hard and you in the stands
All this money I’m a business man
Out of all these niggas I’m the realest man

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Out of all these niggas, they callin’ me the realest
Started underneath the floor, now my money through the ceiling
Always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million
Used to just tryna live, now a nigga make a killin’
Gold rollie on my arm, ten rings like a don
Cuban links in my chain, Zigzag on my charm
Champagne on ice, good weed in the jar
Everything Armans, Chanel seats in the car
When you all know; them fuck niggas start hatin’
Talkin’ bout what they gon’ do but I’m waitin’
When you getting rich they doubt you
Shout out my gang and my brother Will cause I couldn’t do this without you
For real!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Eighteen racks I paid it though
To send them goons straight to ya door
To show you niggas what’s real
And let you meet that .44
Run your mouth you in the trunk
Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you niggas when you by yourself
We gon’ hit you niggas with a hundred drums
Both low no bad bitch
Good drink I’m famished
Bank account outlandish
Big wrist stay sittin’ on Lamb bitch
Niggas out there tryna test me
I put the AK where his chest be
Don’t fight with hoes, don’t fight with niggas
No security bitch so don’t test me
Double cup full I be sippin’ up
My niggas man real criminals
If a nigga find you they gon’ hit ya up
With a Bin Laden chopping the switcher up
All these hoes be jockin’ tryna get with us
They gon’ swallow this nut, no spittin up
Your niggas get murked your niggas in jail
My team gettin’ money stay full of drugs

[Hook]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Juicy J & Berner – G.F.U.

[1st Verse - Wiz Khalifa]
24, from the hood and I made 11 million this year so I’m throwin up paper. Got a bunch of niggas with me that done made it from the bottom, gettin money, all throwin up Taylor, you can roll em out, puff em, I don’t save it, I stuff em I don’t, gotta chase money I’m good I’ll bake the whole onion and replace it likes it’s nothin ya I’m talking straight cookies no oven. And I’m smokin in public, rich folks still love it. He talkin, he bluffin, that’s my chick, she stuntin. And my team is the wildest, try and get high enough to see Mr. Wallace. Thumbs green like the malice, this is for my youngins gettin steemed up in college. If you seen all my closets so much style, its like my stylist had a stylist. And my crib like a palace, Wizzle go hard like a callus.

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa and Juicy J]
[Wiz Khalifa] All we smoke is papers, blowin hella flavors, smokin till it’s gone, that’s how we do it cause we’re Taylor’d
[Juicy J] Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up)

[2nd Verse - Juicy J]
Cop a Pound, come a pound, roll a pound, blow it down, call a hoe, it’s goin down, Juicy J from stoner town. Originality where Mary Jane control the sound. Blue Dream and Lean for all of those who knew the time. Hash, keef oils in the gas mask, we doin numbers like its math class. Match one, nigga don’t you know I’m match back, Colors on the herb make the bud look abstract. Smoke good, cause I deserve it, sour deisel got me swervin. I’m swervin, right up on the curbin. Big bong rips, got my chest hurtin, Purp naps, in the Marriott suite, I wanna taste the weed but the swisher too sweet. So make sure you know its only Taylor’s if we meet. If you get trippy mane you can’t even choke a bean. Blood came through and just dropped off a load. And I ain’t sellin shit everything gettin smoked. Smoke when I get up, smoke myself to sleep. Taylor Gang bitch 10 pounds every week.

[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa] All we smoke is papers, blowin hella flavors, smokin till it’s gone, that’s how we do it cause we’re Taylor’d
[Juicy J] Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up)

[3rd Verse - Berner]
Burn, Ima rep for my city, I’m on two blue pills and got the room smellin pissy. Ask, I tell her don’t kiss me don’t come up for air, lost your bitch to the game, fuck it life isn’t fair I’m to chill. 2 mil re-caught with my rap money. Two or three pads bad bitches roll the planes for me. Two strains that my new nickname, cherry pound cookie all you see is a big flame. Stunt, grown man with a coat on, trippy in a room full of girls with no clothes on. Butta ya I love how I’m living. I just left the night club I’m in bed with three women. Too high, too fly, big belly cause I eat good. Blew 30 grand on drinks, I better sleep good. Bag full of shit you prolly seen in my twitpics. Hoodrich the only thing a stripper get is good dick. Ya I’m so slow motion in an S class floatin hard to keep my eyes open, A king pin I keep by weed by the elbow. Skin all itchy tonight, I’m drinkin yellow

[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa] All we smoke is papers, blowin hella flavors, smokin till it’s gone, that’s how we do it cause we’re Taylor’d
[Juicy J] Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up)

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Juicy J – Blindfolds

Real trippy niggas
La musica de Harry

Hippy niggas
Uh nigga my mom blow that kinda cash nigga what you talkin bout
Pop bottles and shit
Groceries fool

Uh you know I kill
Any motherfucking song that I go on
And I don’t gotta count the money that I spend
‘Cause I get it in
My bread so long, my bank big nigga roll on
My brain fried nigga so long
I hate fake niggas and so on
Take all the money that I made
The sharing be out the reason that you’re waiting
Plus I smoke the bombest weed I call it Californication
A island for vacation I’m callin all this cake
A hundred thousand for the safe
Just baught a pound and I’m a face it
Now watch me you niggas see my pieces tryn copy
My rollie presidential plus the rings that I got on
By versace and I ain’t even cocky
I’m just confident that I’m the shit
You hatin mother fuckers know what time it is

[Hook:]
I’m just ridin round my side of town
Got my windows up and my speaker loud
And we smokin so I’m gonna need a pound
Bet the haters wish they can see me now
But the money in the way
Erry one of us gettin money bruh
But money in the way
My nigga on the real, all you see is dollar bills

I blow a hundred band get the fuck around with
That holdin you in love with the hoe I mess around with
Cuff up with the Taylor, would you drink my paper
My music fuck my people but tonight I’m doing yayger
20 years on and I ain’t falling off
Niggas flex about the check and they run their mouth
Ferrari pull up guess hoppin out
With a double couple in hand and some Money count
Rockin Louie this I’m rockin Louie that
Louie on my ass, Louie on my hat
When I hit the club Louie in my hand
That’s the Louie 13, Louie in my glass

[Hook]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Juicy J – Errday

Foreign cars, that’s errday
A million off a tour, that’s errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin’ this money livin’ large in every way
(Smokin’ dope) that’s errday
(Run through yo doors) that’s errday
(Pullin’ hoes) that’s errday
(Get money mo’) that’s errday
(Smokin dope) that’s errday
(Run through yo doors) that’s errday
(Pullin’ hoes) that’s errday
(Get money mo’) that’s errday

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Rappin’ ass nigga
There go Wiz he a rappin’ ass nigga
I’m in a Benz gettin’ brain from a centerpiece
Before you can mention my name I need 10 at least
I know they hate ’cause of the paper that a nigga see
Light a J and say a prayer for my enemies
Yeaa, made men, bunch of made ass niggas
When you paid then you with some paid ass niggas
I heard that money grow on trees so I grew one
Left my old bitch at home, got a new one
Said that I quit drinking but I’m back at it
I said that I quit drinking but I’m back at it
Yo bitch leaving with us nigga that’s tragic
The roof go in the trunk that’s magic
She rollin’ weed and she don’t even smoke
Come to your job and make it flood you goin’ need a boat

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)]
Foreign cars, that’s errday
A million off a tour, that’s errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin’ this money livin’ large in every way
(Smokin’ dope) that’s errday
(Run through yo doors) that’s errday
(Pullin’ hoes) that’s errday
(Get money mo’) that’s errday
(Smokin dope) that’s errday
(Run through yo doors) that’s errday
(Pullin’ hoes) that’s errday
(Get money mo’) that’s errday

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I’m 20 years in and I still win
Hangin’ with the Taylors drinkin’ Gin and I’m dancin’
Sunday I will ride the Bugatti, Monday I ride Benz
Any chick and all of her friends you know I’m tossin’
Big money spend, lil’ money fold
You got 1 grill, Juicy got 4
Only club that I like gotta have poles
Only fuck with model chicks but I play with hoes
My mansion sittin’ on 40 acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that’s paper
An Aston Mar’ through the hood I don’t need no waiver
‘Cause if you niggas get wrong, I’m a see you later
Blaooow, blaoow, bloaw

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)]
Foreign cars, that’s errday
A million off a tour, that’s errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin’ this money livin’ large in every way
(Smokin’ dope) that’s errday
(Run through yo doors) that’s errday
(Pullin’ hoes) that’s errday
(Get money mo’) that’s errday
(Smokin dope) that’s errday
(Run through yo doors) that’s errday
(Pullin’ hoes) that’s errday
(Get money mo’) that’s errday

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Juicy J – My Favorite Song

[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
I promise my weed exotic, all my tree is fire, when you see me I’m just

[Hook:]
Floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I’m just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I’m just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Down the street, pound a beat, I smoke a pound of weed
Heard about it, don’t believe, come to my house and see
I’ll be high, I’ll be somewhere where them ounces be
California kush, New York smokin’ sour D
Detroit bubba kush, ATL is OG
Ask my nigga Berner, err’body know me
Out in Amsterdam, Wizzle smokin’ overseas
I’m gon’ hit this bong for anyone who smoke trees!

[Hook]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Chevy Woods & Neako – Reefer Party

[Wiz Khalifa]
Thousand pounds of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes don’t use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me like a king
Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, that’s your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I’m never home
Ever leave me round your bitch I’mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there’s hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll that

[Chorus:]
I got a whole lot of OG, and I’m rolling up for anyone in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party

[Chevy Woods]
Quarter pound of that sour, that’s four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
Every state we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I ain’t writing on the chalkboard
And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I’m cool
Them niggas smoking garbage, I’m no fool
We give 5 j’s out half zips? Nigga that’s really smoking
Ain’t enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the building you gon’ smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 ain’t enough you need more
All this weed over here, that’s 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart

[Chorus]

[Neako]
What I smoke in one day, these niggas don’t smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I’m smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya’ll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, that’s ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights nonstop
You get some zips, well get some P’s
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call them G6′s
And its just me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

[Chorus]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Courtney Noelle – Got Everything

Baby I go, hard
So hard, sometimes it’s hard to tell whether not I’m even on my job
Most of the time I’m running ’round, either that or I’m gone
Some of these people hating, but we don’t see ‘em at all
Cause we done made it, too far
Got something to say then fuck ‘em
Ain’t trying to lose out on all of this for nothing
I’m usually just balling and shit, whatever I want, I’mma get
No time to count the money that I got because all of it’s getting spent
And all of my niggas grind so all of us getting rich
And most of these niggas fly but all of ‘em ain’t the shit
That’s why you holding me down, been doing it ever since
Only one I wanna be ’round and counting up all these chips…wit’

[Hook x2: Courtney]
Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it
Got everything you need, ain’t no doubt about it
I’m everywhere you be, I can’t see you without me
Got everything you need, ain’t no doubt about it

[Verse 2: Wiz]
And I, swear you deserve a wedding ring
Can’t ever see you choosing nothing over instead of me
Won’t ever leave you, you’re the one I need so that’s how I’m gonna treat you
Take you places where they using different language to greet you
Smile and shake when they meet you
Lot of cake but you got a lot of love from me and when I’m home, you can’t get enough of me
Cause even when we both tired, you still put up with me
Ain’t going nowhere for sure, feel like you stuck with me
Swear I feel lucky, I get anything I want
And if I need it then you got it, if I say it then you trust me
Don’t see you much but when I do, I need your love and I’mma need it in a rush

[Hook x2]

[Bridge: Courtney]
Baby I can’t break you heart, make you wait no more
Anytime you need me, I’ll be right there for sure
You don’t even have to call me, just say my name
I’ll be right there waiting for you

[Hook x4]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Chevy Woods – Nameless

Lifestyle of the rich and famous
While I’m rich and Famous
If you don’t your Nameless

Yeah…. 84 that 3 in a pot
These niggas jealous I’m something they not
Its all good shit I expected that
Shit I been sleep since I lifted off where we left at
Yeah its cool to you
But its what we deserve
Needle on the track, I’m dope
You niggas got some nerv
Thats drug talk
88 volvos
Gold bbs man rip macho

Shit where I’m from even kids know da call
Hit it with some ice
Just to cool it off
I was working up on that corner like I had a job
Up in that corner serving I ain’t have a prob

I still feel like I’m sleepin
With all of this happenin
Am I dreaming
But shit I’m high and I’m wide awake
And wat I want I can afford
Ain’t that an escape

Life styles of the rich and famous
While I’m rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don’t your nameless

Uh…. talking raw papers and long leathers
Niggah my drawer fill with couture texters
Killing these niggahs bring more stretchers
Amazed at how I’m in that new
Mason martin margela
With my team
Where my car dealer

Smoking big green I’m talking godzilla
You talking money then you sound familiar
The suite wasn’t big enough fo me
I bought the villa
The whip was sick enough
I went and got the ill one
Your tree wasn’t enogh good thing
I brought some killa
Bitch I’m the king and all my team
Is loyal niggas

My wifes a queen with diamond rings
And full of chinchillas
And I was raised with niggas
With get money intentions
Lot of young niggas gettin made
But I’m the realist
Give a fuck about if a niggah hatin
My dollar accumulation
My only motivation

Life styles of the rich and famous
While I’m rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don’t your nameless

Life styles of the rich and famous
While I’m rich and famous
Well if you got money
They know what your name is
If you don’t your nameless

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Chevy Woods & Juicy J – Medicated

You be anything you want
Uhh
Just keep going, going, gone, gone, gone
Uhh
It don’t stop here nigga
Yeaah
Uhh

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Back when I was young I had dreams of getting richer
Then my homie Breeze set me down schooled me to the picture
I was with some wild niggas put me on the game
Told me if you tryin’ to make your move you gotta know your lane homie
All you got your name and your words will never break
For this life you pay a price you get a chance you gotta take it
Cause most niggas never make it they stranded where I’m from
Ain’t no conversation all they understand is get a gun
I was riding in my Bona Ville hoping I could make it
Out selling peas and smoking weed avoiding police right up the street
Way back in the day before I had all of this paper
Before I had all of these diamonds , before I had all of these haters

[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
Now I remember when , I seen it and to me it was stuntin’
I remember when , I bought it I ain’t needed or nothing
Always in a different state so now they label me a goner
I ain’t come up out of nowhere I’m from straight up off the corner
Now everywhere we go, they probably know my name cause I been there
Now everywhere we go, they said how much I spend when I’m in there
And I’m throwing up my money for the ones who never made it
Say I fucked the ones who hate it rolling up and celebrate

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Now let’s get medicated
Man , let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Man I’m hella faded
Man , let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Man I’m hella faded
I’m hella faded

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Rolling weed up and smoke it
Take your bitch home and poke it
Juicy begin so faded
Thank God I got a chauffeur
Only good cali bud
Pulling hoes bad as fuck
Just like a youngling my nigga
Juicy do all them drungs
Niggas smoking that beverage weed
I be on that light green
Pop marley in the after hours
A member of no slit team
Get a whole pound smoke it by myself
Or maybe after Olympics with my homie Michael Phelps

[Verse 3: Chevy Woods]
You know I’m fresh up out that corner, pussy marijuana
They copy us, they clone us
Yeah we so fly we on us
Got acting like they been before
But they ain’t never been at all
8 balls I was in no hole
Ain’t have time to fuck with y’all
Champagne when we celebrate
Keen sense so I smell the hate
Middle finger we getting paid
It cost much but don’t press that eight
That dotted line it ain’t like that day
Comic book let em ill it straight
Like power bang when they lift that cane
My cousin died wish I can get that day
Back like it’s a vertebre
Bring that nigga on front street
Talk about and never be about it
They don’t wanna beef cause that’s lunch me
So anything you need you know that’s on me
And that’s OG, I swear homie

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Now let’s get medicated
Man , let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Man I’m hella faded
Man , let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Man I’m hella faded
I’m hella faded

[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
Riding down the street the way I’m grinding is unique
My city holding on to me so niggers holding on their heat
Throwing up their side rolling up that leaf
Ondoers get high all we want is peace
Always on the grind that’s every day so police looking
I’m just rapping killing beats tryin’ to stay away from booking
Yeah my nigga dirty crocked I just had to make it on
And let me hit the studio to show they happy to be home

[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
Now I remember when , I seen it and to me it was stuntin’
I remember when , I bought it I ain’t needed or nothing
Always in a different state so now they label me a goner
I ain’t come up out of nowhere I’m from straight up off the corner
Now everywhere we go, they probably know my name cause I been there
Now everywhere we go, they said how much I spend when I’m in there
And I’m throwing up my money for the ones who never made it
Say I fucked the ones who hate it rolling up and celebrate

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Now let’s get medicated
Man , let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Man I’m hella faded
Man , let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Let’s get medicated
Man I’m hella faded
I’m hella faded

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Chevy Woods & Neako – Chuck

[Wiz Khalifa]
Big house, 4 whips, hella tattoos
Smoke good and ya bitch think I’m bad news
Bout to go nuts, nigga, Cashews
A ? ask me if I’m book I say I’m past due
Maserati look mean and it’s fast too
Cinderella bout to get that bitch some glass shoes
Niggas acting mushy like cat food
Niggas acting pussy like cats do
Get a little money nigga, that’s cool
For putting ya niggas on, yeah you really that dude
Smoking 2 L’s, living large
See my watch and wanna know how much it really cost
AP that’s an Audemar
Agents callin’ bitch I’m ballin’ like I’m Stoudemire
Store running out of papers cause I bought em all
Niggas claiming that they Taylor’s but they not at all
Not far from the ree that’s where the apple falls
Say the wrong words so guys knock ya apple off
No sweetener straight apple sauce
Doing movie roles, rapper slash actor dog
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I’m growing weed up in my car
And getting high

If I die today, remember me like Jimi Hendrix
Butt-ass nekkid covered in all bad bitches

[Chevy Woods]
Chevy!
I’m praying for you niggas
I put that on my Rosary
Flash like diamonds, tell me what you tryna see
Us high beams?, this a pinky though
Washing machine work, I keep a couple lows
Foreign bitch, she don’t even talk
She just drop the money off and got a sexy walk
365, no days off
Shit I’m the reason they say hard work pays off
28 to 56 is what I learn first
[?] You see just how that work surf?
Oh I’m some big shit, Notorious
Get you some gunplay bastard and glorious
I got the top chopped off riding [?]
[?] riding shotgun, oh that’s your broad
Bright lights, dead charley?
Ignorant white, Bill O Reilly

[Neako]
I’m kinda high
They looking for me, I was probably in the sky
I’m always fried when I hop in that double S
I can be there in a minute
Pepsi blue, I’m the ice cube riding in it
Lightly tinted, I be ghost
Blowing smoke, calling them bitches up
Dick em down when I pick em up
Never keep ‘em close
Hit em and then I switch em up
Audemars bruh, Wizzles riding in Pick up trucks
Riding puff bus, tough luck you dumb fucks
Never came up, while we riding on planes bruh
Yeah we counting hundreds
A lot of hundreds, these niggas know that we run it
We never blunted
Smoking them raws cause we raw
Never flaw, fly as you ever saw
Real life we riding real cars
Hustle hard for muscle cars
Fuck the best broads
Blowin’ O’s at all cost
Natural born stars, what they sayin’, yeah!
(Sayin’ yeah)

[Wiz Khalifa]
Taylor Gang Or Die
Wizzle

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Chevy Woods – Homicide

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus:]
I bought a whole O to smoke
I’m riding high
My niggas with me, they down to ride
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Got niggas hatin’ on me hard cause my paper right
Money from the flo’ way up to the sky
Now they wanna know and they wonder why
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it’s homicide
And I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homicide
I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homicide
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Niggas hatin’ on me hard cause my paper right
But I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homicide
I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homicide
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it’s homicide
I’m killin’ ‘em

[Wiz Khalifa:]
First 48, first 48
Took out 50 racks and blew the first 48
I ain’t worried about spending bread cause I got more to make
Soon as they see that Maserati they gone surely hate
Hundred for a show, can you afford a date
And that’s just one show, imagine what my tour gon make
Police ran up on my tour bus
But hey my niggas more money more problems
More lawyers on the case
Niggas at the Grammy’s
I was at the crib working
Heard they little dis but I’m just being the big person
Never been trained, still my aim near perfect
Everything I spits murder, bow

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Chevy Woods:]
With black on black cars coming through
Presidential shit, tints on the whip
So dark can’t see who riding in that bitch
Suits and tie’s no questions why
Somebody get a box ready for these guys
No four door, had the coupe that ride
That eagle right here if you wanna feel fly
No games though, no names spoke
This crack right here, cocaine flow
I don’t know what you doing but I’m paid bro
Yeah I pitch that 9 like pedro

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Stuck in the car with my nigga I’m ready to ride
We on our way to the top, watch that paper rise

[Chevy Woods:]
Keep telling everybody what you gonna do
Middle finger like fuck what you going through
All I know is that money that I’m going to
And them gang gang boys wanna bore you
Like wassup cause I told you
Just money in the pocket, fold you
T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G Gang

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Bruno Mars – Young, Wild & Free

[Hook: Bruno Mars]
So what we get drunk?
So what we smoke weed?
We’re just having fun
We don’t care who sees
So what we go out?
That’s how it’s supposed to be
Living young and wild and free

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, Uh huh
So what I keep ‘em rolled up?
Saggin’ my pants, not caring what I show
Keep it real with my niggas
Keep it player for these hoes
And look clean don’t it?
Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it
Give me some 501 jeans on it
Roll joints bigger than King Kong’s fingers
And smoke them hoes down ’til they stingers
You a class clown and if I skip for the day
I’m with your bitch smokin’ grade A

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
You know what?
It’s like I’m 17 again
Peach fuzz on my face
Lookin’, on the case
Tryna find a hella taste
Oh my god, I’m on the chase, Chevy
It’s gettin’ kinda heavy, relevant, sellin’ it
Dippin’ away, time keeps slippin’ away
Zip in the safe, flippin’ for pay
Tippin’ like I’m drippin’ in paint
Up front, four blunts, like, “Khalifa put the weed in a J”

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
And I don’t even care
Cause if me and my team in there
There’s gonna be some weed in the air
Tell ‘em Mac

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Blowin’ everywhere we goin’ and now you knowin’
When I step right up, get my lighter so I can light up

[Wiz Khalifa]
That’s how it should be done
Soon as you thinkin’ you’re down
Find how to turn things around
Now things are lookin’ up

[Snoop Dogg]
From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor Gang
So turn my sound up and mount up and do my thang

[Wiz Khalifa]
Now I’m chillin’, fresh outta class, feelin’
Like I’m on my own and I could probably own a building
Got my own car, no job, no children
Had a science project, me and Mac killed it

[Snoop Dogg]
T-H-C, M-A-C, D-E-V, H-D-3, high as me
This is us, we gon’ fuss
And we gon’ fight and we gon’ roll
And live off life

[Hook]

[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you’re supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
So we just, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you’re supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun

[Hook]