 10 steps ahead of these niggas, fool
Thats why they fuck wit me instead of these niggas YEA!
Hahaha, yea, this beat go perfect with my belt
Haha It match my Damiere luggage too
Joints rolled up, thats Louis Vuitton
Uh, bad bitches and cold drinks
You know what it is man, Taylor Gang
(Wiz Khalifa)
No joint roaches in my car
Play the game smart
We gone get this cheese
Don't give police a reason to fuck us off
I done seen the ups
Not a stranger to the downs
But for now i smoke demons in my loft
Champagne with bitches with foreign names
My homie hit me on the text
He was nothin just to tell me that i got next
And keep it G
I'm in your town frequently
Got the bottle, bring the trees
Watch some movies hit this weed
Yea a nigga livin care free
Please Don't blow my fly pardon the high nigga tendencies
And duplicate us but the planes but they pretend to be
Through all the bullshit overcame and still remained a G
Clean go slow and sour D's smoke
She leave the room, you smell it on her fingers bro
Askin silly questions, bout where you been
Saying you look different
Had the time of her life not to mention
You ain't been this high in a minute
Took ownership over the air
I'm fly, You niggas just trying to visit
yea... Yea bitch
(chorus)
Where ever that paper goes,
I'm goin get it, So momma are you wit it
I gotta know,
We in the spotlight
Never been high as you until you get on my flight
Up in the waaay we go
On my plane, Already know my name
Everywhere that we go,
And that rap the gang everywhere we that we go
Everywhere that we go,
Ohohh
(Wiz Khalifa)
While you at home at home on twitter trying to hack in her page and shit
We smoking and crackin jokes at how lame you is, UH
Hotel room right above the water even taught her how they use a joint roller
A Titan but came from underground like a oiler
Here like I never left that like a spoiler
Give my keys to valet, waiter take my order
Yall been waitin for real niggas to eat the way they oughta
Kyleon
(Killa Kyleon)
Khalifa, cool as that kush reefer
Good drink that'll seat ya
Put you in a sleeper
Louis on my beepers but i see that bread clearly though
Good music is the consequence we legends really though
Minus Kanye, but we got this money in common
We get it day and night
Could've married to it no woman.
I'm the shit, no bummin
Money talk, no hummin
Put the GPS on it, Locate it, im commin
And somethin paper plate it,
Get it, decapitate it
And if the bomb creams
Super boats swangs fascinated
With the fast life
Haters to the left i got my cash right
Irish spring green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe
Get up like a flashlight
VVS's is in my necklace lookin like bad dikes
All my bitches bad like
Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim Kardash type
5 star chicks, first class like my last flight.
(chorus)
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