[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Uh, rolling up the grass, living better than them niggas That I used to look up to, I can show you how to come up Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood Where the weathers good and the parties always popping up or Somebody be dropping off some trees I mean I got enough to go around everything for the free so you ain’t gotta Smoke with me and my homies down to go at any one town and get this paper I swear ain’t nobody do me no favours Twisting up the medicine, shitting on my competition Easy part’s forgetting, but the hardest part’s to try forgiving Niggas for mistaking me, or thinking I was one to wait up on Cause I was young thought I was dumb Nigga, what you made’s a photographic memory Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure And my autograph is bigger to your nieces and your nephews And those other ones not to mention your niggas You caught ‘em repping Taylor Gang with us
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi taking pictures I spark up a J and ask ‘em if they wanna take one with us Made man, ain’t nobody make a nigga ‘Bout to book a flight to Vegas, tryna take one with us You niggas too small dawg, me I’m thinking bigger Critics comment on how I’m smoking weed and drinking liquor Or how I was nominated, but not the winner But you should start counting on how much I made this year
Yeah nigga, I’m up in the air, nigga And the shit that I got on cost some money to wear, nigga Owner of the team, I ain’t even a player, nigga Four hours up, niggas ain’t caring now it’s getting dark for you niggas it ain't even fair, nigga Blowing hella dank, I mean so much I think it’s growing out my hair The weed is in the jar, the grinder is over thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
