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 up from a California dream again, Next to someone's daughter who I'll probably never meet You call her a groupie Ask me I say she a fan Spending all her hours thinking bout what she gonna do and I be on 747 flying frequent shit You get all the press and try to check for I'm due to land 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 long as my money good cause she my one and only Critics got they face up in my business nosy But I'm just out putting on for anyone who knows me No, I ain't in my position comfy bigger and ifa chief and bring alisa oz I stay with me some backup, in you run up on me He gonna play the pastor, make a nigga
They me the 501 Don Mr. he got a pear 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 Made it to my crib we was both drunk, Now you on some shit, claiming you're my main bitch Do us both a fav, don't text, don't me, darling I was made to ball like Spaulding rolling They say I'm the and they call Wiz, atomic Hotter than New Orleans, or a foreman grill, And eyes caught like Jalil I'll is what I go so I sudafed, Big dog all ya'll poodle fed Money in the wall all the vent got time to blow