[Wiz Khalifa - 1] Adjust my V vision up in the spot As long as me and my get in Every n-gga I with, came to spend chips On popping champagne and tipping G'd up, what you this is? Put your feet up, this the fast, life speed up Pop the cork, roll the up Nowadays ain't f-cking the bar Still aint changed but the horses in my car Usually ain't into 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, you off at your whip Work by 8, almost 6, plus n-gga calling Think he to catch wind Look at your phone, end Can't hurt him with what he doesn't Plus you figure both grown, come on
Money ain't a Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's with me That's the kinda I'm on G-Shit I'm on, I'm on Got n-ggas weed with their hands in the air Tell the DJ damn my song I ain't trying fall in love you Let me fill your cup then our way home
[Wiz Khalifa - 2] off the life I'm living Rooftop you need binocular vision a few shots and them things 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, dress code Skip the line to the top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down Roll one ? a of you, bring my brother one The bitches can't roll weed, I f-cking with them That's just real shit, spend chips, all expense paid trips Buy the champagne and it, we don't save 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, weed in your nail, she under a
x2] Money a thang Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for n-gga that's here with me That's the kinda I'm on I'm on, G-Shit I'm on Got n-ggas weed Bitches with hands in the air the DJ damn that's my song I ain't trying in love with you Let me fill your cup then our way home