[Wiz Khalifa - 1] Adjust my V vision up in the spot As long as me and my get in Every n-gga I came with, came to chips On champagne and tipping waitresses G'd up, what you think is? Put your feet up, the fast, life mama speed up Pop the cork, roll the up Nowadays ain't f-cking the bar Still aint nothing but the horses in my car Usually into showing hoes where I live But tonight we gon' go to my Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell weed on your clothes He don't know what I did, drop you off at your by 8, almost 6, plus your n-gga calling Think he to catch wind Look at your phone, end Can't him with what he doesn't know Plus you we're both grown, come on
Money a thang Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for n-gga that's here with me the kinda G-Shit I'm on G-Shit I'm on, I'm on Got rolling weed Bitches with hands in the air Tell the DJ damn my song I ain't trying fall in with you Let me fill your cup then our way home
Khalifa - Verse 2] High off the I'm living Rooftop you gonna binocular vision Order a few shots and them things you say you do not do You gonna give in Say it's wrong, I it a statement for the mission To get you high as you want, break dress Skip the line to the top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down Roll one ? a couple of you, bring my one The bitches can't roll weed, I ain't f-cking with 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 taking Home saying shit like "Rose my favorite" Plus I'm rolling up all weed you ever smell in your hair, weed in your nail, she under a spell
x2] Money ain't a Tell the waitress call and a bottle for every n-gga that's here with me the kinda 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 ain't trying fall in with you Let me fill your cup find our way home