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10 ahead of these niggas, fool
Thats why they wit me instead of these niggas YEA!
Hahaha, yea, beat go perfect with my belt
It match my Damiere luggage too
Joints up, ask Louis Vuitton
Uh, bad bitches and cold
You know it is man, Taylor Gang

(Wiz Khalifa)
No joint in my car
Play the smart
We gone get cheese
Don't give police a reason to us off
I seen the ups
Not a stranger to the
But for now we're smoke in my loft
Champagne with bitches with names
My homie hit me on the
He nothin just to tell me that i got next
And it G
I'm in town frequently
Got the bottle, bring the
Watch some movies hit weed
Yea a nigga livin free
Please blow my fly pardon the high nigga tendencies
And duplicate us but the planes but they to be
Through all the bullshit overcame and remained a G
(CLEE-CO) slow and sour D's smoke
She leave the room, you smell it on her bro
Askin silly questions, bout you been
Saying you look
Had the time of her life not to
You ain't been this high in a
ownership over the air
I'm fly, You just trying to visit
yea... Yea

(chorus)
ever that paper go,
I'm get it, So mommy are you wit it
I know,
We in the
Never been high as you are you get on my flight
Up and the we go
On my plane, momma know my name
Everywhere we go,
And they rep the gang everywhere we go
Everywhere we go,

(Wiz Khalifa)
While you at home on twitter tryna hack in her and shit
We and crackin jokes at how lame you is, UH
Hotel room right a by the even taught her how to use a joint roller
A tight end became from underground a oiler
Here I never left back like a spoiler
Give my keys to valet, take my order
Yall been waitin for real to eat the way they oughta

(Killa Kyleon)
Me and Khalifa, cooler than reefer
Good drink that'll ya
Put you in a
Louis on my but i see that bread (clearly tho)
Good is the consequence we legends (really tho)
Minus Kanye, but we got this money in
We get it day and
Could've to it no woman.
I'm the shit, no
Money talk, no
Put the GPS on it, it, im commin
I'm in somethin plate it,
Get it, it
And if the creams
boats swangs fascinated
With the fast
Haters to the left i got my cash
Irish spring make 'em blow it like a bag pipe
Get up a flashlight
VVS's is in my lookin like bad dikes
All my bitches bad
Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim type
5 chicks, first class like my last flight.

(chorus)
Where ever paper go,
I'm goin get it, So are you wit it
I know,
We in the
Never been high as you are until you get on my
Up and the we go
On my plane, momma they know my
Everywhere we go,
And they rep the gang that we go
that we go,