Wiz Khalifa
"Pedal to the Metal"

blue ice
things never looked this nice
it's the life we live, it's the price we pay- 400 hundred a zip, imperial rosé
black diamonds and all of my whips timeless
vow to never break your heart or a promise, i got us
aint a short, just bein' honest
you wanna sip mimosas, i pour 'em take a trip we could blow a few dollars
other bitches you heard about 'em, but you movin' forward and never backwards
pop shawty a quarter and let her roll it up for practice
love the roll play, you studying to be an actress
what the haps is
later imma call you then later then i'll fall through
maybe we can all get faded
an 100 of them others tryin' to fake it
self-made g-millionaire in the making
boss of my team, bringing home the bacon
ya nigga fallin' out he need a replacement, face it
now you're drunk and your heart is racing

let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle,
girl you look good, you remind me of a model
yeah yeah, yeahhh yeah yeahhh
so it's off to the crib, girl we goin full throttle
everything full throttle
yeah yeah, yeahhh yeah yeahhh

the money come in, the money go
the same scene seems to pertain to them corny hoes
so, i keep it g, continually stack this paper while all them bitches chase me
won't be never your safety
bitch can't hold her self down, she bound to drizownd
we party in vegas, smokin' pina colada vapors,
travel the world, people know our faces,
waitress bringin' them out the cases
for me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix
i'm talkin' plain shit, that shit you have to join the gang with
could probably make you leave your man
first class living, take pictures in the sand
100,000 dollar whips, shoppin' trips to japan
so you rollin' if you know like i know
them niggas don't go where i go- gangster

let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle,
girl you look good, you remind me of a model
yeah yeah, yeahhh yeah yeahhh
so it's off to the crib, girl we goin full throttle
everything full throttle
yeah yeah, yeahhh yeah yeahhh

mommy i fucks with you, borderline stuck with you
i roll up, hit the airport and stunt with you
count all this bread, maybe split a cut with you
no respect for niggas who smoke blunts with you
all wins, no loss
big house, mow lawn
no lease, own cars
straight work, i'm my own boss

let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle,
girl you look good, you remind me of a model
yeah yeah, yeahhh yeah yeahhh
so it's off to the crib, girl we goin full throttle
everything full throttle
yeah yeah, yeahhh yeah yeahhh

fly with the gang