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

(Wiz Khalifa)
No joint in my car
Play the smart
We get this cheese
Don't give police a to fuck us off
I seen the ups
Not a to the downs
But for now smoke devers in my loft
Champagne with bitches with names
My hit me on the text
He want nothin just to tell me i got next
And it G
I'm in town frequently
Got the bottle, bring the
some movies hit this weed
Yea a livin care free
Don't blow my fly pardon the high nigga tendencies
And duplicate us but the planes but they to be
Through all the overcame and still remained a G
clicquot (CLEE-CO) slow and D's smoke
She the room, you smell it on her fingers bro
Askin silly questions, bout where you
you look different
Had the time of her life not to
You ain't been this high in a
Took ownership the air
I'm fly, You niggas just to visit
yea... Yea

(chorus)
Where that 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
that we go,
And they rep the everywhere that we go
Everywhere we go,

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

(Killa Kyleon)
Me and Khalifa, than kush reefer
Good drink that'll ya
Put you in a
on my beepers but i see that bread (clearly tho)
Good music is the consequence we (really tho)
Minus Kanye, but we got this in common
We get it day and
married to it no woman.
I'm the shit, no
Money talk, no
Put the GPS on it, it, im commin
I'm in somethin paper it,
Get it, it
And if the bomb
boats swangs fascinated
With the life
Haters to the left i got my cash
Irish green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe
Get up like a
VVS's is in my necklace like bad dikes
All my bitches bad
Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim type
5 star chicks, class like my last flight.

(chorus)
Where ever that go,
I'm get it, So mommy 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
that we go,
And rep the gang everywhere that we go
that we go,