[Wiz - Verse 1] Adjust my Louie V Fall up in the As long as me and my get in Every n-gga I came with, came to spend On popping champagne and tipping G'd up, you think this is? Put your feet up, the fast, life mama speed up Pop the cork, the weed up Nowadays ain't with the bar Still aint changed but the horses in my car Usually ain't into showing hoes where I But tonight we gon' go to my Be on toes, your boyfriend smell that weed on your clothes He don't know what I did, drop you off at your Work by 8, almost 6, plus your n-gga he starting to catch wind Look at phone, press end Can't him with what he doesn't know Plus you figure we're grown, come on
Money ain't a Tell the waitress call and bring a for every n-gga that's here with me That's the G-Shit I'm on G-Shit I'm on, I'm on Got rolling weed Bitches their hands in the air Tell the DJ damn that's my I ain't trying fall in with you Let me fill your cup then our way home
[Wiz Khalifa - 2] off the life I'm living Rooftop you gonna need binocular Order a few shots and them that you say you do not do You probably gonna in Say it's wrong, I call it a statement for the To get you high as you want, break code Skip the line to the Ride top down, fire the skunk, as the dooby get down another one ? a couple of you, my brother one The bitches can't weed, I ain't f-cking with them That's just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense trips Buy the champagne and spill it, we don't a sip And you here with me in VIP risk Home saying shit like "Rose my favorite" Plus I'm rolling up all this weed you smell Weed in your hair, in your nail, she under a spell
x2] Money a thang the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's here with me That's the G-Shit I'm on G-Shit I'm on, I'm on Got rolling weed Bitches with their in the air the DJ damn that's my song I trying fall in love with you Let me fill your cup then find our way