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Wiz Khalifa feat. Curren$y & Big Sean
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This what dreams are made of Good weed and cold drinks Taylor, Taylor, Taylor Thanks for putting this together Jerm! We gon' be here forever And you ain't trippin' Really this high
If you offer me all the money in the World I wouldn't trade it for my girl, my family Or the n*ggas that you see me riding with me outta town Or internationally, they gon' fly with me, kinda fry? Rollin the papers so they get high with me And if I decide to give this up they gon' retire with me Enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me And f*cking hater burn in hell Sippin' champagne while the waiter breaking shells N*ggas scream my name probably praying that I fail The money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale Gotta weigh it on a scale? N*ggas blow that, b*tches know that Never touch blood, chill with us once, never go back Little homie, that's real VVS diamonds, my stones are that ill My watch is an Audemar on smoking OG till my problems gone You try and call your man he ain't got no more Probably cause I bought it all
As we proceed to court bad b*tches and roll good weed Fast livin', I'm taking them hoes on trips Go to places they never been I'm just gettin' it how it's supposed to be As we proceed to court bad b*tches and roll good weed Fast livin', I'm taking them hoes on trips Go to places they never been I'm just gettin' it how it's supposed to be
Aquafina and the bong I'm off in that Medina when I'm done Just sound the alarm, b*tch top drop like Mardi Gras beads bein' thrown Francesca you's a mess girl, carry on Car smelling like a pound when I pull up at the Avalon Pull your own weight I don't have no time for tag-alongs Don't know what you yapping for, stacking dough Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches Cell phone in my pocket My Blackberry biotches Have 'em ready, I'll watch em, daddy back N*ggas plottin' on the Jets but we got em We just waiting to drop 'em They vexed cause we poppin' And them hoes ain't worry 'bout 'em They sure came up What they sayin' about them boys from the bottom? Paparazzi cameras spot em Flash when you see they faces History in the makin' I was high when I made it so I can play it for them haters
As we proceed to court bad b*tches and roll good weed Fast livin', I'm taking them hoes on trips Go to places they never been I'm just gettin' it how it's supposed to be As we proceed to court bad b*tches and roll good weed Fast livin', I'm taking them hoes on trips Go to places they never been I'm just gettin' it how it's supposed to be
Used to want a chain, now I got 6 Used to want a Rollie like Pac now it's on my wrist, woah Livin' the life n*ggas told me was a myth (myth) Same n*ggas try an' get up on my list (what) Since I started buzzin', I got eighteen eleven cousins? New b*tches tryna join the team and old ones that I'm cutting Sky high class livin' but n*ggas still grinding Cause I'm surrounded with the same n*ggas and girls since I had nothin' Now, I got signed to my idol Seen some of my favorite rappers turn rivals 'Ye told me kill em so a n*gga gotta drop 'em Peep the Jesus chain he gave me since I can't keep up with Bibles No, young n*gga heeding to the title Where it's at? That's the top man, these n*ggas gon' recycle What, my shit is like a B.I.G recital But you can't hold a real n*gga down that's why I keep real n*ggas 'round
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