This boy Wiz Khalifa man And I'm a talk my shit, yeah, I hope ya'll is used 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 probably never again You call her a groupie 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 check for when I'm due to And get in the daytime, way about the PM Tryin' to living out this 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 Critics got they face up in my business gettin But I'm just out here putting on for who knows me No, I ain't in my position getting Drinking and ifa chief and bring alisa oz I with me some backup, in case you run up on me He gonna the pastor, make a nigga holy
call me the 501 Don Mr. he got a pear of 501's 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 both drunk, Now you on some lame shit, claiming you're my main 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, Hotter than New Orleans, or a geoge grill, And Chevy caught like Jalil I'll is I go so I need sudafed, Big dog nigga all poodle fed Money in the wall all through the Still got time to