This boy Wiz Khalifa man And I'm a talk my shit, yeah, I hope ya'll niggas is used to my voice by now, And if not, get to it
I woke up from a dream again, Next to daughter who I'll probably never meet again You her a groupie hoe? Ask me I say she a fan Spending all her thinking bout what she gonna do and when I be on that 747 frequent shit You get all the press and try to for when I'm due to land And get in the daytime, way about the PM Tryin' to finish living out this 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 Critics got face up in my business gettin nosy But I'm just out here putting on for anyone who me No, I in my position getting comfy Drinking bigger and ifa and bring alisa oz I stay with me some backup, in you run up on me He play the pastor, make a nigga holy
call me the 501 Don Mr. know he got a of 501's on My marijuana and these hoes ain't shit but probably calls Dog I met her at the club, we was up wildin it to my crib we was both drunk, driving Now you on some shit, claiming you're my main bitch Do us both a fav, don't text, don't call me, I was made to it's like Spaulding rolling They say I'm the and they call Wiz, atomic than New Orleans, or a geoge foreman grill, And eyes caught like Jalil is what I go so I need sudafed, Big dog all ya'll poodle fed Money in the wall all the vent Still got to blow