This boy Wiz Khalifa man And I'm a my shit, yeah, bitch I hope ya'll niggas is to hearing my voice by now, And if not, get to it
I woke up from a 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 all her hours thinking bout what she gonna do and when I be on that 747 flying frequent You get all the and try to check for when I'm due to land And get in the daytime, way about the PM Tryin' to finish living out dream so I be sleeping in And ask me if I'm lonely I ain't long as my money good cause she my one and got they face up in my business gettin nosy But I'm just out here putting on for 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 holy
call me the 501 Don Mr. know he got a pear of on My strong and these hoes ain't shit but probably calls Dog I met her at the club, we was fucked up it to my crib we was both drunk, driving Now you on some lame shit, you're my main bitch Do us both a fav, don't text, don't me, darling I was made to ball it's like Spaulding They say I'm the bomb and they call Wiz, than New Orleans, or a geoge foreman grill, And Chevy caught like Jalil I'll is what I go so I sudafed, Big dog nigga all poodle fed Money in the all through the vent got time to blow