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[Intro] Okay (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Chorus] Don’t give me no bammer weed We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD Don’t give me no bammer weed We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD Don’t give me no bammer weed We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD Don’t give me no bammer weed We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD (Okay) [Verse 1] Ridin’, slidin’, dippin’, vibin’ Bitch, get high, come and live this life I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich bitch twice I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich nigga wife Make her roll this joint when she get inside You be home on your own, but your friends ain’t shy Bustdown Rollie, make my wrist hit bright You gon’ hit this J, you gon’ get this pipe Hit it ’til the mornin’, I’ma miss this flight Good daytime, you a freak at night Hoes get mad, better keep that bite When you live like me, you don’t see that price Want that bag, don’t need likes OG swag, don’t need stripes Only gas, that’s only right Smokin’ tree my only vice [Chorus] Do

[Intro] Huh? Why y’all gotta be mad at me? Mustard on the beat, ho [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Top down, shirt open ’cause I’m hot now 100K for the smile, quit the hatin’ when we come ’round And they all bet we gon’ stop It only wears up when we go We don’t get enough, no, no Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us? [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Okay Know your weight, I should motivate, I got more to make Sorry for the wait, know your place, say she love the taste Y’all don’t wanna race, my new whip straight from outer space New bitch bad, yours outta shape I know why they mad, ’cause they down bad She call you her nigga, but she call me daddy Wonder why I’m always posting’ shit I’m buyin’, laughin’ You be posted up in IG, sad Puff, puff, pass, shawty so bad Had to get her number, she had so much ass Give good brain, but she don’t go to class Drink it out the bottle, she don’t want no glass My bankroll’s bi

[Chorus: Logic] Where is my mind? It’s far away Up in the sky, I’m high today Breakin’ all down, then we rollin’ it up I can see my house from up here Who needs a jet when you fly like me? Tell ’em You don’t need a jet to get high like me [Refrain: Wiz Khalifa] I started off slow but I finally made it No matter the cost, chances I’m takin’ Ride with my dawgs, no we ain’t fakin’ Travel the world, countin’ up faces Jump in my car, roll up and facin’ No I don’t call, I’m on her faces All of ’em model, none of ’em basic Girl I’m a star, look in amazement [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Top of the game, that’s where my place is Started off small, runnin’ from cases Can’t take it back, I can’t erase it Money got long, I’m tryna chase it Puffin’ the J, I wanna get paid This one and the same but that’s every day I’m livin’ my life, as real as I say I spent it all once, so I’m tryna save I’m rollin’ that dank, she pourin’ that drank I’m out of my brain, weed got me al

[Intro] Uh, hehehehehe Hahaha Hitmaka Sound [Chorus] I’m still Wiz (Still Wiz) Niggas got me in that mood (In that mood) How they hatin’ when they know that I’m that dude (I’m that dude) I hear they hatin’ ’cause they know I got the juice (Got the juice), uh-huh (yeah) They like ooh, they watchin’ how I move (How I move) Motherfuckers, they be actin’ like we cool (Like we cool) Fuck you, thought this was, nigga, I ain’t no fool (Hahaha) [Verse 1] (Uh) Gas in my joint, what you smoking, don’t flatter me My niggas got my back, ain’t no need for a battery Blowin’ all these ones, look like we hit the lottery My OG just hit me up, he told me that he proud of me Always goin’ hard, a lot of people that count on me Always in the studio and that’s increasing my salary I remember I was young when they hated and doubted me Now a nigga bossed up, put my name on the property And no, we don’t care what it cost I start it, you heard the exhaust Smoking kushy with my dawgs The way she make

Y U Mad By Wiz Khalifa Huh? Why y’all gotta be mad at me? Mustard on the beat, ho Top down, shirt open ’cause I’m hot now 100K for the smile, quit the hatin’ when we come ’round And they all bet we gon’ stop It only wears up when we go We don’t get enough, no, no Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us? Okay Know your weight, I should motivate, I got more to make Sorry for the wait, know your place, say she love the taste Y’all don’t wanna race, my new whip straight from outer space New b---- bad, yours outta shape I know why they mad, ’cause they down bad She call you her n----, but she call me daddy Wonder why I’m always posting’ s--- I’m buyin’, laughin’ You be posted up in IG, sad Puff, puff, pass, shawty so bad Had to get her number, she had so much a-- Give good brain, but she don’t go to class Drink it out the bottle, she don’t want no glass My bankroll’s bigger than your

Out in Space By Wiz Khalifa Stackin’ my paper up, no, I don’t make enough All of these n-----, I smoke when I’m wakin’ up No, I ain’t fake enough, money I’m rakin’ up Tell ’em I ain’t takin up, got ya girl bakin’ up Yo b----, she makin’ up, my crib, I’m takin’ up Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in ’em My car, I’m racin’ it, crash and replacin’ it Don’t put the basics in, smokin’ the face in it Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is Real G’s movin’ silent, my n----- are dangerous Smoke every day and I don’t miss a plane Stack everythin’ at the club, make it rain Got a new broad and she gettin’ me paid F--- n----- hate, guess that comes with the game Got a new car and a bust down I was down bad, but I’m up now When I buff, now loud, when I come ’round And we just met, she in love now I’m a straight player, I don’t cuff now I get to the bag, got this run round I’m on KK, I’ve been one pound When I call the play, it’s a touchdown I’ma beat

Still Wiz By Wiz Khalifa Uh, hehehehehe Hahaha Hitmaka Sound I’m still Wiz (Still Wiz) N----- got me in that mood (In that mood) How they hatin’ when they know that I’m that dude (I’m that dude) I hear they hatin’ ’cause they know I got the juice (Got the juice), uh-huh (yeah) They like ooh, they watchin’ how I move (How I move) M------------, they be actin’ like we cool (Like we cool) F--- you, thought this was, n----, I ain’t no fool (Hahaha) (Uh) Gas in my joint, what you smoking, don’t flatter me My n----- got my back, ain’t no need for a battery Blowin’ all these ones, look like we hit the lottery My OG just hit me up, he told me that he proud of me Always goin’ hard, a lot of people that count on me Always in the studio and that’s increasing my salary I remember I was young when they hated and doubted me Now a n---- bossed up, put my name on the property And no, we don’t care what it cost I start it, you heard the exhaust Smoking kushy with my dawgs The

Clouds in the Air By Wiz Khalifa Haha Yeah I know But you know I heard that before though, right? D.A. got that dope! Uh How she know what to do with the pack, when she keep sayin’ that she don’t smoke? (Keep sayin’ that she don’t smoke) Why her clothes smell like Kush, when she keep sayin’ that she don’t smoke? (Keep sayin’ that she don’t smoke) Why she got weed in her nails, when she keep sayin’ that she don’t smoke? (Keep sayin’ that she don’t smoke) Why she keep blowin’ clouds in the air, when she keep sayin’ that she don’t smoke? (Keep sayin’ that she don’t smoke) Pack too loud, pack too loud Smell me in the club when I came through the crowd Say we can’t do it, rollin’ up right now Anything that I rock, n----- takin’ my style All white Benz, think snow, gettin plowed She say I’m the realest n---- that she seen in a while Blowin’ this cake, yeah it got me up in the clouds I be wakin’ and bakin’, and me I puff by the pound Throwin’ this money, they waitin’ for

High Today By Wiz Khalifa Where is my mind? It’s far away Up in the sky, I’m high today Breakin’ all down, then we rollin’ it up I can see my house from up here Who needs a jet when you fly like me? Tell ’em You don’t need a jet to get high like me I started off slow but I finally made it No matter the cost, chances I’m takin’ Ride with my dawgs, no we ain’t fakin’ Travel the world, countin’ up faces Jump in my car, roll up and facin’ No I don’t call, I’m on her faces All of ’em model, none of ’em basic Girl I’m a star, look in amazement Top of the game, that’s where my place is Started off small, runnin’ from cases Can’t take it back, I can’t erase it Money got long, I’m tryna chase it Puffin’ the J, I wanna get paid This one and the same but that’s every day I’m livin’ my life, as real as I say I spent it all once, so I’m tryna save I’m rollin’ that dank, she pourin’ that drank I’m out of my brain, weed got me all faded I’m lovin’ my life, I’m never gon’

Vanity Fair By Wiz Khalifa Tss So she ran up on me and she was like “Damn, I miss you” I had to tell the young lady “You can’t miss what you still have See, can’t nobody take your spot You don’t miss me, you just missing’ out” Ha-ha-ha Uh, I got you open off the words I spit They tired of the rest, they need some gangster s--- Say I’m the best once the weed get lit Don’t leave your girl around me cause she might get hit I rock Celine and all types of s--- At night, we in the studio, where mics get ripped Doing my thing like a titan These n-----’ mouth hurt from all the biting N----- soft, I ain’t nothing like ’em, don’t need ’em Say they my man but I don’t believe ’em I’m getting tanned with a Puertorican Dropping new s--- for my fans Rings on the fingers, we them champs Pull up to the party, high as f---, I roll up in advance I already know you n----- fake, never trust you again Keep a lil’ McQueen in my cup, Taylor cuff in my pants ‘Nother red carpet, if the

Use Your Manners By Wiz Khalifa It’s only weed Ha-ha-ha Female Ha-ha-ha Don’t be rude Use your manners Joints get lit Hate on me, what’s the point of it? These n----- I’m disappointed in Can’t hang with me like an ornament If she bring a friend, she joining in My gang official, we born to win I’m rollin’ weed and pourin’ gin, woo! ‘Nother plane, I board again I revived, feel born again I’m in the sky, I’m soaring in Got a few vibes, bring ’em foreigns in Valet be gettin’ the door for him She get them ones off the floor for them Makin’ these lil’ n----- forfeit If I ain’t rappin’, that mean I’m tourin’ Show up, I’m very important They be like “It is Khalifa?”, of course it is Grindin’, you don’t have to force the kid Marry the game, won’t divorce the b---- Makin’ the money, you never make me On top of game, you could never play me I was at class, next to JAY-Z Smoking a joint with Nas and Swizz Beatz Took off the Celine’s, A1’s on my feet I’m rollin’ a J

Smokin’ Section By Wiz Khalifa Ayo, I never had common sense But I had enough sense to calm my a-- down and make my dollars stretch Yeah Uh, ayo, I never had common sense But I had enough sense to calm my a-- down and make my dollars stretch I’m like basketball to net how I make it all connect Move strong so the funds I collect come correct when the boss n---- check ya If you don’t come from the set, I don’t respect ya Better yet, jump on a jet and give them checks up I never give nothin’ less than my best You can tell by the way that I’m dressed Grey bottom and my dreads always fresh Smoke so much, I swear that I’m blessed Know so much, I swear I’m a genius And I’m K-Oing n-----, we ain’t callin’ it even Spent too much time online, I’m with your broad for the evening She a big ol’ freak, I pull it out and she eat it You might think I got time to kill ’cause I’m so real Lot of n----- I could’ve checked this year, but I’ma chill I ain’t gotta tell that they fake,

Easy Access By Wiz Khalifa One for the money With a hurt foot, I’ma run to the money From the dirt, n----, I don’t come from the money For what it’s worth, I’ma get it done for the money Bad b---- with a accent Askin’ for her IG, she just wanna know where the cash is Where she from you can’t imagine At home, she got some bad kids You ain’t my sons, you my grandkids Outlandish, caught you red-handed Stealin’ styles, that’s standard But what happen when you get abandoned? That mean I’ma leave a lot of n----- stranded Fired up, they wanna know what the strain is Roll another one Always knew I’d be the man when I was comin’ up The game made a n---- toughen up Now all the girls wanna come with us I don’t need to know her number If it’s on, then it’s on, meet me deeply undercover We don’t text or call each other I give my all or nothing Let you do all the cuffing Doobies, I’ma roll a hundred, I done brought enough in When I handle my biz, ain’t no interruption I j

Wiz Khalifa – Chappelle’s Show Lyrics No matter which way it goes, y’all be the rookies, we pros I always stay on my toes You smell the kush on my clothes A real boss never folds or show the cards that he holds I’m with my squad getting stoned Or with your broad getting dome A couple cars, couple homes off of the bars I composed Speaking of composure, I keep it and I keep my team closer N----- need to keep their mouths shut, closure If we don’t eat then what’s the outcome? Vultures A pound of weed, you’ll never see me without one Always lowkey, you hardly see me in town But if you do I’m trying to smoke a zip if you down We came up together but we different somehow Think I figured it out They don’t do s---, lil n----- just running their mouth How do I say this s--- without hating? You built your crib on weak foundation And forgot that you gotta live in that house Paid in full like Money Mitch, got a brick to sell Lot hated the progress, I still wish them well Th

Speed Me Up By Wiz Khalifa Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) Left my heart and my soul, you see that I ran Rings of gold and awards sit on my nightstand I’ve got something they want, but it’s mine to give (Yeah) Free my struggles, detach me from this island (Free) Bleed my knuckles, attack me for my finance I’m dealing with this pain, I just can’t let you come throw it away Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy So I run (Yeah, yeah), keep me up Creep on me, they speak on me They slow down when they bring me up like (Huh) Speed me up (Speed, yeah) So I run (Yeah), keep me up Creep on me, they speak on me They slow down when they bring me up like (Yeah, huh) Speed me up (It’s Boat, speed, speed, it’s Boat, yeah, ayy) Takin’ off quick, too fast, on my tippy toes Undefeated, bro, no L’s, still (Go) Takin’ off quick, too fast, on my tippy toes Undefeated, bro, no L’s, still six and oh Run around town, profound mentality Bad young ting, six rings sittin’ under me These dudes actin’ like we ai

Real Rappers Rap By Wiz Khalifa Let me talk to you, uh Remember back when n---- rolled up blunts instead of papers, wasn’t too many haters Just a couple fools I had problems with And if I seen ’em, it was a while before I got ’em but at least I copped ’em Sunk in my seat, rolling up with some wild ones Putting n----- on, we the ones that you got your style from I was focused on letting the money pile up Sending it back yo, this pack ain’t loud enough Hopped in my whip quick then turned the volume up N----- who talk s--- to me, that’s childish bruh Instead of hating just upgrade your status Came from nothing, we ain’t taking pacing backwards, only thing that matters We all ran from police, most of us ain’t get captured Money under the mattress, roll this joint, I’ma tax it You wasn’t there, you don’t know what a classic is Just roll one up, try your best to imagine this Just imagine, just imagine, just imagine, just imagine Imagine that, imagine that, imagine that,