WIZ KHALIFA feat. Amber Rose & Rick Ross – Never Been Part II

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it’s a lot
Really it’s not to me, now grab some of this weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up, cause all these niggas slow
I probably won’t be up in there if I ain’t got an O
Now I got my feet up cause I’m on top and niggas hoping that I stop
But I’m just smoking, living life like in the movies that I watch
In my Jacuzzi roll another doobie
See what’s new what’s on Netflix, order another movie
See I’m smoking the best shit
Ma’fuckers ain’t balling, so they’re seeing the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I’m up next
Dawg I be going so hard, some say I’m needing some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs, it ain’t supposed to be on my chest
And niggas talk but don’t even be on them jets
Man they don’t even seeing them checks
But you can tell by how I spit it, nigga I be getting dough
Take her all the places that she never been befo’

[Hook: Amber Rose]
(Don’t give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I’ve never been, this far
And fuck that other shit that niggas talking ’bout
I’ve never been, this high

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m in my Grand Natty, smoking on that granddaddy
It got an odor like a motor running, fantastic
Never the minor things, I’m moving on to finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings, Balmain designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves, moving like the mob
I’m getting money, so maybe baby come get a job
So fuck them other bitches, we onto other business
And fuck them other niggas, we at them dollar figures
Versace chains, gold rollies, it’s same game
Racked up, shawty, Rosé bottles every day
Sipping that purple stuff, twisting the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari, this bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches, another crook in the castle
Only fuck with my niggas, pray we all living lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
I pray we all living so lavish

[Hook: Amber Rose]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Berner – Bluffin’

Talkin’ big money, bitch, uh
That little shit you talkin’ ’bout
That’s lunch money
We don’t even smoke that
And this shit gon’ be like this for uh
Pretty much the rest of the time we here
My little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man
I promise

[Hook:]
I got-I got-I got-I got so much
So much, so much, so much

[Verse 1:]
Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing
They don’t move that fast, they act like they don’t like cheese
Had a couple niggas mad like they don’t like me
Is it cause I’m hella paid? I think it might be
Yeah my pockets hella straight
And I smoke so much dope I got OG in my IV
So many niggas jackin’ that shit don’t even surprise me
I don’t even want it back, shit it’s off to the good
Can’t even say I didn’t know you would
Make a little money, get it from the bro
Bring that shit back to the hood
Anytime you see me, man I’m on the grind
Nigga wasn’t workin’ when you knew you should
Now you talk about me when I’m on the road
And when I ride by I’m in the newest one

[Hook:]
I got so much money I think I should pay for all this
They ain’t down to spend how much they say cause they ain’t ballin’
I got so much paper I just spend it like it’s nothin’
Ain’t no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin’ [x2]
I got so much

[Verse 2:]
Big money
Even larger crib
No I ain’t just stuntin’
That’s how I’m supposed to live
I move fast paced
So I drive faster cars
Take a look outside
Those are really ours
And we’re really stars
We all travel safe and go really far
In that custom paint, in that suede floor
In that California, that’s really hard
In that California, that’s what we on
Smell that strong, you know I’m baked
Chances dog, that’s what we take
How much you hate, that’s what we make
Roll up one, that’s what we face
Lot of y’all claim that you real, gon’ show up fake
But that shit don’t mean a thing
Cause I’ll still be on my grind
And stackin’ all of this change

[Hook]

[Break:]
Don’t even gotta ask if I get enough, cause
I got so much
Gin in my cup, twenty-two cones I’mma stuff
Lightin’ another one up
(I got-I got-I got-I got so much)
Live it up, every dollar spend it up
Don’t even gotta ask if I get enough, cause
(I got so much)
Gin in my cup, twenty two cones I’mma stuff
Lightin’ another one up, cause

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Hey man, green is for the money, gold is for the honeys
Step up your game or step down
Whenever a problem troubles us all
If you trust in the Lord there will be a brighter tomorrow
For there’s nothing too much for the great God to do
And all that he asks and expects of you
Is faith that’s unshaken by tribulation and yield
Confidence and knowledge that God knows best
And trouble and sorrow, they are only a test
But without God testin’ of our soul
It never could reach the ultimate goal
So keep on knowing and believing
All that God has promised you would be yours to receive
Preach, Church, tabernacle
Wiz! Wiz! That’s the way
Wiz! Wiz! That’s the way
Wiz! Wiz! That’s the way

WIZ KHALIFA feat. 50 Cent – Telescope

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

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

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

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

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

WIZ KHALIFA feat. Akon – Let It Go

Let it go, let it go homie
You know we can see through them blinds homie
And see through the truth and them lies homie
Just let it go, let it go, let it go

(Ohh oh oh ohhh) [x4]

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I done stay on top of my game, Gang controlling my lane
Paid so much for my frames, put these lil niggas to shame
Ordered so many of them bottles, so many of them bottles you would think I am insane
Already changed the game once I done told you
But now I’m gonna do it another one do it again
Tell the club owners we need more sections
I made these lil niggas go cop they Rolexes
You get the venue, you gon’ need more bouncers
And tell the weed man we gon’ need more ounces
Hundred grand in a rubber band
Use to be the kid, now homie I’m the man
Hundred grand in a rubber band
I used to be the kid, but now homie I’m the man

[Hook: Akon]
Let it go, let it go homie
You know we can see through the blinds homie
See through the truth and them lies homie
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go homie
You know they can see what we see homie
Difference from the real and make believe homie
So let it go, let it go, let it go

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Living my life about peace
Sharing this money and trying to all of niggas up and off them streets
Used to look up some niggas, but now it all seem that it come down to me
Make sure my family gon’ eat
Grinding from up underneath
Now they just say I’m a now they just say I’m a beast
And now all these haters looking at me pitifully
Cause I’m the shit, literally
And I be stuntin’ when I ride past my old school
I say fuck the new car, I cop the old school

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
This time I feel like its now or never
And going nowhere so no matter what they say I be here forever
Even though some folks will make it so you can’t win
Don’t need to take it on the gin
Remember homie you ain’t even gotta hold it in

[Hook : Akon]
Let it go, let it go homie
You know we can see through the blinds homie
See through the truth and them lies homie
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go , let it go homie
You know they can see’t what we see homie
Difference from the real and make believe homie
So let it go, let it go, let it go
Let let it go, let it go, let it go
Let them go, let them go, let them go
Let them know, let them know, let them know

WIZ KHALIFA – Up In It

Damn, we back in business

[Verse 1:]
Uh, wakin’ up the neighbors, you could hear the headboard shakin’
I’ll leave all of your body parts achin’
Speedin’ up the pace while I look right into your face
You tell me that’s that good shit you’re tastin’
And I know you like it from the side
But tonight I’mma just unwind and let you ride and watch you take it
Cause I’m tryin’ to get you so wet, I mean so wet
If there’s a record for this shit then I’mma break it
It’s goin’ down no matter the place or time I call
I got enough space
Think anything you think you want, no prob I got enough cake
All up in it in the mornin’, knowin’ damn well that I had you up late
Ain’t buyin’ it you ain’t spendin’ it, you keep throwin’ it back so I’m givin’ it

[Hook:]
You love when I get up in it
You love when I get, you love when I get [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Wake up when I bake up that’s just somethin’ that I do
Pick your favorite sex scene, that’s what I’m gon’ do to you
Up in your bed’s where you probably belong
Givin’ you all that I got ’til it’s gone
Sexy as fuck you still got them heels on
Favorite position, we tryin’ them all
Once I get in can’t get out of my zone
Fuck you so good you won’t pick up your phone
And when your girlfriends or whoever do call
You fuckin’ with me so you tell ‘em you gone
You don’t smoke so I break it down, you roll it up
You poke it out, your face down so I hold it up
You don’t give a shit that my money so big I can’t fold it up
Plus I ain’t tired ’til you finish, this ain’t a race but I’m winnin’

[Hook x2]

[Break:]
You don’t even gotta name a place where we can go
Cause we already goin’, goin’, goin’
Don’t nobody gotta ask or even got to know
Baby we already goin’, goin’, goin’

[Hook x2]

Wiz Khalifa – Word Hard, Play Hard

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

Diamonds all on my ring nigga
Gold watches, gold chain nigga
Hundred thou’ on champagne nigga
Yeah my money insane nigga
Yeah I’m making it rain nigga
But I was just on the plane nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, it’s my time of year
If I’m in the club, I get a hundred stacks
I’m always rolling up so I get love for that
Them niggas stole my swag but I don’t want it back
My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I’m onto that
You see it in my closet before it’s on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii, now I’m goin’ back
My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it’s hard to think
Buy so many bottles it’s gon’ be hard to drink
But I’m still pourin’ up and my family here and they rolling up so uh!

The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

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

Hop your pretty ass up in this fucking car
Bitch I’m out this world, girl you know I’m a star
Used to buying rounds but now we buy the bar
Last year they had to ask now they know who we are
Boss shit, walk in the building, I own shit
You can tell by who I’m on the phone with
Yeah nigga talking about grown shit
Niggas too busy jacking my swag
Need to fuck around, get your own shit
Get your own cars, get your own clothes
Get your own smoke, get your own bitch
You ain’t reppin’ my gang, get your own clique

The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

Go hard
Make sure you do whatever is that you gotta do, that’s your job
And niggas gon’ hate but that’s no prob’
So hey fuck ’em don’t need nothing from ’em
Some niggas talking but the shit they claiming don’t mean nothing
It’s straight from Cali, that’s what’s in my joint that’s what I’m puffin’, OG
And been one since I was young enough to know that everybody was gonna know me
Most niggas don’t see

The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

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

WIZ KHALIFA – WTF

If I brought it out the crib that mean I’m spending errything
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye ain’t spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye ain’t spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye ain’t tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for

You know me no I don’t my nig a be about it
Can’t even count it, Need an accountant
I’m rich so now my bitch is bad I need a stallion
Ain’t trickin I just treat her like she need allowance
Smoke the whole pound “Man we gone need an Island”
Keep my toys in the garage so bitches think I’m childish
Oh I got money you could keep your talent
Ye ain’t even getting money you just be around it
Engine screaming when I run it,
Wakin neighbors when I’m coming
Here em talking but they don’t want it them nigguhs frontin
Smokin loud they shit you smoke ain’t sayin nothing
Them nigguh talking shit but they ain’t sayin nothing

If I brought it out the crib that mean I’m spending errything
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye ain’t spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye ain’t spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye ain’t tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for

Diamonds all up in my chain it’s like an ambulance
Nigguh tryna race my car, man he don’t stand a chance
Everything is all on us that mean you gotta know
Bitch if ye ain’t tryna fuck that mean you gotta go
Drinkin liquor smoking weed and ballin everday
Mean money fuckin hoes I’m repping Taylor Gang
That nigguh, they tellin me that I’m that nigguh
Like the rooms full of white folks, I’m that nigguh
If ye ain’t talkin money I can’t even rap which ya
Major cake but nigguhs hate because my stacks bigger
Raw papers, law ones
Fuckin with them Taylors boy you got the wrong one

If I brought it out the crib that mean I’m spending errything
What we doing (Getting money)
How we do it (Errday)
Order case tell bar tender we need 30 more
Nigguh if ye ain’t spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Nigguh if ye ain’t spending money What The Fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for
Bitch if ye ain’t tryna fuck then What The fuck you in here for
In here for, What The Fuck you in here for

WIZ KHALIFA – The Grinder

Uh, rolling up the grass, living badder 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
I swear ain’t nobody do me no favours
Twisting up the medicine, shitting on my competition
Easy part’s forgetting, but the hardest part’s to try forgiving
Niggas for mistaking me, or thinking as the one to wait up on
Cause I was young thought I was dumb
Nigga, what you made’s a photographic memory
Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure
And my autograph is bigger to your nieces and your nephews
And those other ones not to mention your niggas
You caught ‘em repping Taylor Gang with us

I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi taking pictures
I spark up a J and ask ‘em if they wanna take one with us
Made man, ain’t nobody make a nigga
‘Bout to book a flight to Vegas, tryna take one with us
You niggas too small dawg, I’m thinking bigger
Critics comment on how I’m smoking weed and drinking liquor
On how I was nominated, but not the winner
But you should start counting on how much I made this year

Yeah nigga, I’m up in the air, nigga
And the shit that I got on cost some money to wear, nigga
Owner of the team, I ain’t even a player, nigga
Four hours up, niggas ain’t caring now it’s getting dark for you niggas it ain’t even fair, nigga
Blowing helladank, I mean so much I think it’s growing out my hair
The weed is in the jar, the grinder is over there

WIZ KHALIFA – Time

Yeah
Who else you know smoke a half pound in seven days nigga
Drew on the boards
E on the beat
Uhhhh haaahaaahahaaha
And I’m just doing
What I usually do man
Sticking to the script
No new lines

[Verse 1:]
I spend a lot of nights thinking
How did I make it this far
I spend money every chance I get
Cause God damn I work hard
Play here to take care of the family
But how was I supposed to know
If I don’t take care of myself huhh
Then how am I supposed to grow
Still rollin my 0s, and all of my fans, they all at my shows
They rollin them pins and counting up all of them grams
We smoking ’til all of it’s gone
Just bought a new crib and there’s not enough space to fit all of my clothes

[Hook:]
I’m just riding out in my ride
Smoking weed while I drive
Flying like we were time
Smoking weed while I drive

[Verse 2:]
I spend a lot of days thinking
I hope this never gets old
Then I realize I’m on vacation
Somewhere it never gets cold
Some criticize decisions that I made
But fuck was I supposed to do
Long as I’m on everything is straight
Plus all my niggas on too
So you can’t tell us nothing
Not a thing no discussion
You can smell what I’m smoking
Know its dank that I’m puffin
Kinda high when I made this
On the plane hella comfy
On my way to the money

[Hook]

[Outro]
Smoking weed while I drive [x20]

WIZ KHALIFA – Taylor Gang

[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair
I’m the coach I can show you how to be a player
5 faces, the fitted bitches love my hair
Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
The let me in the club, fuck a dress code
Me and all my niggas rollin up the best smoke
OG kush from the westcoast
Oh you down to fuck? Well shorty lets go
Diamonds in my chain niggas tryna steal my lane
Tryna get my brain bitch, I’m reppin’ taylor gang
Smoke till I’m insane, drinkin’ til I’m throwin’ up
Only papers if you Taylor’d nigga throw it up
High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed than you know its us
That yellow car pulling up, them niggas aint hot so they close to us
Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up

[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater

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

[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater

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

[Chorus]
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,
You know I’m reppin’ Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour
Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater

WIZ KHALIFA – The Cruise

Does anybody have regular size papers out there?
King size? I’ll use those

[Hook:]
Got the windows down, radio’s on

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
You got it all, well at least you think you do
When it’s time to ball, niggas better think of you
You see the life you wanna live on TV and wanna be a part of it
Spend every night just popping bottles, pouring drinks in VIP, and you love it
The more you make, the more they hate, the more they’re fake, don’t worry, that’s just how the game go
The more you make, the more they hate, the more they’re fake, but I’m just singin’ the same note, playin’ the same song

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
You got it all, well at least they think you do (woo, yeah)
When they say workin’ hard, man, they better think of you
Cause all these plaques, nigga, that’s because of it
Wouldn’t have shit if it wasn’t for it
Smokin’ on medicinal, spraying ozium to try cover it
In the game playin’ hard, but I’m just in the game, I ain’t in love with it
Y’all niggas tryin’ to get famous, a nigga like me tryin’ to get fuckin’ rich
Fuckin’ rich, fuckin’ rich, broke ass niggas can’t fuck with this
Fuck a deal, when it goes down, got a hundred mill on my fuckin’ list
Y’all niggas gon’ keep on hatin’ but we ain’t gonna stop then
You’ll catch me in somethin’ foreign and the top gon’ be droppin’

[Hook]

WIZ KHALIFA – O.N.I.F.C.

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
God damn, I’m rich as fuck, drunk as hell
Throwin’ money, pick it up, life is good, live it up
How much for that bottle? put it on my tab
Hop out like a model all them foreign tags
Get so drunk and high, I’ll have to call a cab
You won’t end up giving it back if you had this for one night

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ooo, we in the club goin’ bizzurk
My OG sippin’ on that sizzurp
I mix the OG with the pizzurp
I O.D. spilled it on my shizurt
Drinking Bombay so I’m slizzered
My diamond chain lookin’ like a blizzard
So many rings, my fingers startin’ to hizzurt
If you didn’t know me you’d swear I had that wizzork
And I’m from Pittsburgh

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll one then I’ll light it, order one and I’ll buy it
If it’s green then I’ll try it, too drunk then I’ll drive
Don’t know where I’m going, all I know is I’m flyin’
And that’s as real as it gets, make you feel like you the shit for one night

WIZ KHALIFA – Mia Wallace

[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 – No Limit

[Hook:]
We just go, we don’t know no limit, limit ooh
We just go, we don’t know no limit, limit ooh
We just go, we don’t know no limit, limit ooh (So is you ’bout it ’bout it?)
We just go, we don’t know no limit, limit ooh (So is you ’bout it ’bout it?)

[Verse 1:]
Uh, then go crowd around it
And tell everyone that live in your whole town about it
Gon’ and roll up that good weed, I put about a pound in
And get high as the mountains
I remember the days when niggas used to have some love for ag
But now they doubt it
Would’ve been down with me and my team, but now they outted
Put my all in my everything and what I got is
So much money I can’t even motherfuckin’ count it
Uh, and you can have all of this
After all the hard work you can have all of this
Money and the cars, clothes, you can have all of this
Roll up in the best clubs, you can have all the women
Homie when the checks come, you can have all of this
When you put your family on, you can have all of this
When you let the stress go, you can have all of this
You lookin’ at the best, so that’s why I got all of this

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Uh, uh-huh, no pain
Oh, uh-huh, no gain
Who said we can’t change the world?
Look how we changed the game
Uh, uh-huh, no pain
Oh, uh-huh, no gain
Who said we can’t change the world?
Look how we changed the game
Look how far up we came, shit
Look how my chain done changed
Man look at they faces
Now when they look in our faces
Look when they look in our faces
They look at us and we’re famous
And I don’t know where my plane is
I haven’t been [?]
Got people blowin’ my phone up
So many important waivers
My marijuana’s the loudest
That mean my weed is the greatest
I give a fuck about a hater

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Uh, how far you gotta go ’til you feel like you’re already home?
And how much you gotta spend
Til you realize that you really never goin’ broke
How many motherfuckers gotta tell you that you changed
Cause you got a little change
And how the fuck they gon’ tell you you the best
When they told somebody else the same thing
(Come on) Cause you fly first class every day?
(Come on) Cause you roll up all that grass every day?
(Come on) Cause you spend up all that cash every day?
(Come on) Drivin’ them foreign cars fast every day?
(Come on) And if you ain’t, this the kind of shit you need to get on
I’m talkin’ [?] leather seats I sit on
This ain’t just how I feel today, this the shit I been on, I been on

[Hook 2:]
People always talkin’ about what they think they know
About what they think I’m doin’, how I feel, and where I go
But no matter how much money I make, I’m gon’ stay the same
Since I’ve been up at the top ain’t too much changed
Cause we already on
We already on
We already on

[Verse 3:]
And on and on, and on and on
Never smoked weed that was quite this strong
Never took a flight this long
Never drank champaign in Italy
Never spent a night in Rome
But it’s funny cause those are the exact same things
That helped me write this song
Caught up livin’ a life where tryin’ to do all the right things feels wrong
So I keep rollin’ and lightin’ up and prayin’ to God that we live long

[Break:]
It’s summertime, lights fade away
It’s wintertime, let’s make it summer
Don’t look down, keep your head up
Don’t look down, keep your head up
It’s summertime, lights fade away
It’s wintertime, let’s make it summer
Don’t look down, keep your head up
Don’t look down, keep your head up

[Hook 2]

WIZ KHALIFA – Number 16

Gone, gone, gone..

[Verse 1]
I seen it coming
Yeah, I seen it coming
You do everything for these niggas
They treat you like you did nothing
But fuck that, because all of this came from nothing
Now when I pull up, I ain’t on top of my nig
I’m stuntin. Smoking something
Playing my newest shit, and you know its bumpin
You ain’t used to it, you gon grow accustomed
Niggas hate me cause they got no progression
All the realest niggas, they know and trust em
And plus, your money’s slow as fuck
I bet soon as I roll one up
That they gon know it’s us
Before I pass it, hit it twice and I hold it
Trying to get my money to the point where I can’t fold it

[Hook]
Going away…

[Verse 2]
I made it happen, I made it happen
And niggas got mad at me cause I did this shit all for rapping
Hear what they saying
They need no luck because I macked it
And now I got my own gang, nigga
I’m the captain
You know me player, ballin nigga and stackin
All the same with a passion
All cause I’m bringing racks in
Remember when all those niggas was passed em?
But now they still call me the main attraction
Some niggas want the power, I want respect
Some niggas want the fame, I want the check
I’m in Dubai wake up I’m in Tibet
Them niggas had it, man, it’s sort of sad they…

[Hook]

WIZ KHALIFA – Mary 3x

[Verse 1:]
Like me be smoking while I’m driving
Getting higher than the Bee gees, sayin’ we both just stayin’ alive an’ (stayin’ alive an’)
Watching the time go by (time go by), climbing (climbing)
Told you I did enough hash, to make a mountain (make a mountain)
And you could sit right on your ass (right on your), doubting (doubting)
While I’m somewhere rolling up grass, going up where the clouds is (clouds is)
Some niggas say they get so high that I ain’t fuckin’ with’ em’
I say if them niggas ain’t get that high then I ain’t fuckin’ with’ em’
Doing nothing with’ em, rolling up or puffin with em’
Going on the road, doing shows or getting duckies with’ em’ (duckies with’ em’)
I been smoking in my pictures since myspace
You niggas extra-curricular, bitch I fly straight

[Bridge:]
Some niggas try that shit for nothing, but I just tell em’ to do what they do (do what they do)
So many niggas went down the wrong road, so homie you can too (you can too)
Just give me weed and my joint and I ain’t need it for nothing homie I’m straight (homie I’m straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I’m ever going I’m not going the same way

[Hook:]
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain’t fuckin’ with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain’t fuckin’ with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain’t fuckin’ with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain’t fuckin’ with no other drug

[Verse 2:]
Niggas like me be smoking while I’m rappin’
And my homies smoke like I smoke so we both just make it happen (just make it happen)
Say they be smoking, they be acting
Cause you ain’t yet really smoked unless you smoked one with the captain (with the captain)
High as fuck, choked up in my cabin, got some OG from a fan and it was rolled up in a napkin (in a napkin)
So we Taylored, all my niggas smoke papers, never smokin that bullshit with them fucked up names of them flavours (flavours)
I remember puttin weed in my videos, niggas thought I was insane (insane, insane)
Now every time I turn on the video, I see the exact same thing
Cause niggas ain’t original, niggas ain’t cool
You niggas ain’t got it naw, you niggas ain’t you
That shit is a problem for a nigga who can’t lose
The homie I gotta ball, it’s something you can’t do
So suckas hate

[Bridge:]
Some niggas try that shit for nothing, but I just tell em’ to do what they do (do what they do)
So many niggas went down the wrong road, so homie you can too (you can too, too, too)
Just give me weed and my joint and I ain’t need it for nothing homie I’m straight (homie I’m straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I’m ever going I’m not going the same way

[Hook:]
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain’t fuckin’ with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain’t fuckin’ with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain’t fuckin’ with no other drug
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain’t fuckin’ with no other drug

WIZ KHALIFA – In Tha Cut

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

[Chorus:]
We never low low
Away we go go
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never low low
Away we go go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up

[Verse]
Rolling all this weed I am holding
Thinking she high before before she get the chance to smoke it
Blowing o’s she knows my trees potent
Man at home you living for the moment
Coming for the game, dont run it, I own it
Kush and orange juice be the components
Come to my crib see money so big you cant fold it
This is how I live
She poured her a lil gin
Then rolled her another doob
before she was finished man freaky got super loosed

[Chorus]

[Verse]
show money
leaving show car low full of hoes for me
hahaha
It’s so funny
On that paper chasing case the money run from me
in the cut rolling up keep them EZ widers stuffed
While them lil niggas still smoking hella blunts
what?
I just made us another plane
And poured us some champagne
As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor gang

[Chorus]

Wiz Khalifa feat. 2 Chainz– It’s Nothin

Count another grip, smoke another zip
Yet them young niggas tell it I be on my shit
Make a hundred k, spend it all today
What can I say, my DNA is Givenchy
What my swag is, retarded
What I’m driving, Ferrari
What I’m rocking, Armani, Gianni Versace, huh
Fuck around and I’ll buy one of you broke niggas
My change, insane
My chain, oh that thingIt’s nothing, It’s nothing
Stackin’ cheese till my bread right
Smokin’ weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I’mma spend all my bread like
It’s nothing, It’s nothing
Stackin’ cheese till my bread right
Smokin’ trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I’mma spend all my bread like
It’s nothing, It’s nothingYou niggas chasin’ money I’m on top of it
If it ain’t money don’t know what the topic is
Don’t come out till next year that mean I’m rockin’ it
Order thirty-seven bottles call it poppin’ shit
Goddamn, what you on?
A private plane, fuck you on
Party in south of France when it’s cold
Used to rock all that old shit till it got old

My hair longer than your girl
Go shawty it’s your world
Sub-zero flow, when I spit, I see snow flurries
Scarface, all out
All I want in this world
I mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl
It ain’t nothin’ to me but it’s somethin’ to you
Count money like it’s somethin’ to do
Summer time I’m like fuck the roof, winter time I’m in ‘Lo boots
And uh, it’s nothin’
I like being high because it’s a better view
And, I told your ho my chain so cold it’s on Theraflu

WIZ KHALIFA – Hopes And Dreams

[Verse 1]
Long money, hopes and dreams
Always be around them niggas wit’ paper but got your own money
it’s yo world, buy this drink for you girl
You said tell the DJ play this song for me
Here’s my number case you ever need company
Better weed tons of drink, love the way I dress, let her rub my ink
Hell yeah, I’m fly, that’s why they all beneath me

[Chorus]
Got money fall and she make dough
I’m giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain’t no game no
I’m spending it all cause that’s what we came for
Yeah that’s what we came for
Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets low, low, low, low, low, low, low yeaaah
Foot on the gas when I see you niggas she ready to go, go, go, go

[Verse 2]
Throw it in the air watch that paper fall
Don’t know how much I came here with
End of the night, shit, she gonna take it all
See them diamonds in my chain
You ain’t gotta know my name
Rushing to the bar, I need another round of drinks
Then it’s to my car, puff a pound of dank
Now we in the stars, and I’ma make it rain
Drown the sink,

[Chorus]
Got money fall when she make dough
I’m giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain’t no game no
I’m spending it all cause that’s what we came for
Yeah that’s what we came for

Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets low, low, low, low, low, low, low yeaah
Foot on the gas when I see you niggas she ready to go, go, go, go
And all them other hoes competing they ain’t even coming close, close, close
Foot on the gas when I see you niggas she ready to go, go, go, go

[Verse 3]
Pay for your own clothes, fly on your own trips
You a big girl, you buy your own shit
Supply your own smoke, you like your own zip
No leasing yours, you like to own shit
So rich, the one them niggas hate the bitches wanna go with
I’m buying O’s like it’s Wheel of Fortune
Feelin flawless, living lawless, get

Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets low, low, low,
Foot on the gas when I see you niggas she ready to go, go, go, go
And all them other hoes competing they ain’t even coming close, close, close
Foot on the gas when I see you niggas she ready to go, go, go, go

I’m throwing money up and watching her go round and round
Watching her go round and round
I’m throwing money up and watching it come down, come down
They come down, come down
Oh we can go to my house or we can go to your crib
We can jump in your car, you can see how I live
But I’m still throwing money up
So much I’m loosing count and count
So much I’m loosing count and count
Yeah I’m counting about.

WIZ KHALIFA – Hustlin’

If I said it I meant it nigga…

We all in

Hahaha everything’s taylord

And fuck it we ain’t got to go to the store no more,
Got my own papers baby girl, feelin get my own weed too,
Get you a pound let you roll that shit,

Uh, I’m rollin up the windows while I’m smokin weed,
Drivin through my town like I don’t know the speed,
Countin so much paper I can’t fold it up,
Bad bitch, she suck me while I’m rollin up,
Ya bitch, you probably see me everywhere,
Money long now my house got tv’s everywhere,
Literally everywhere you turn you see a flat screen,
New bitch, look nothing like my last fling,
Ridin in the maserati nigga no shirt,
Niggas probably hatin’ on me but it wont work,
Camo shorts on like a general,
Mind on a mill, blowin on medicinal,

I’m just a young nigga hustlinnnnnnn, yeahhh
Hustlinnnnn, yeahhhhhhh
[repeat 2x]

Been through every nigga town never had a problem,
Young millionaire, never had a job though,
Throw that money up and watch her hit the ground,
As long as your money up she said its goin down,
Brought her home girl, said that she don’t do friends,
Kick the bitch out and make her find new friends,
Should I get hella high or buy some new rims,
745 for a new benz,
I take everyday and live like its the weekend,
Doin it all if you ain’t ballin take a seat then,
If I said it I meant, throw a stack at that bitch ass,
Let her pay her rent with it,

I’m just a young nigga hustlinnnn, yeahhhh
Hustlinnn, yeahhhh
[repeat 2x]