This boy Wiz Khalifa man And I'm a talk my shit, yeah, I ya'll niggas is used to hearing my voice by now, And if not, get to it
I up from a California dream again, Next to someone's daughter who I'll never meet again You call her a hoe? Ask me I say she a fan Spending all her hours thinking what she gonna do and when I be on that 747 flying shit You get all the press and try to check for I'm due to land And get home in the daytime, way the PM Tryin' to finish living out this dream so I be in And they ask me if I'm I long as my money good cause she my one and only Critics got face up in my business gettin nosy But I'm just out putting on for anyone who knows me No, I ain't in my position getting Drinking bigger and ifa chief and alisa oz I with me some backup, in case you run up on me He gonna play the pastor, make a nigga
call me the 501 Don Mr. know he got a pear of on My marijuana strong and these hoes shit but probably calls Dog I met her at the club, we was up wildin Made it to my crib we was drunk, driving Now you on some lame shit, claiming my main bitch Do us both a fav, text, don't call me, darling I was made to ball it's like rolling They say I'm the and they call Wiz, atomic than New Orleans, or a geoge foreman grill, And Chevy eyes like Jalil I'll is I go so I need sudafed, Big dog nigga all poodle fed in the wall all through the vent Still got time to