Wiz Khalifa – Gin & Drugs Lyrics

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Only on Gin and them drugs, I walked in, in the club
About three of them, dawg I’m not kiddin’
When I tell you if you came with your bitch
Then it’s the end of my car, push-start the engine
Let’s start from the beginning
With a young nigga from the ‘Burgh
Smokin’ weed, gettin’ money, fuck what you heard
Know they hate ’cause I’m flyer than I ever been
High off a medicine
Bitch bad, her ass fat, I’ll probably let her in
Ball so fuckin’ hard I need a letterman
Know a couple niggas that I’m better than
Pussy, I don’t sweat it or the money ’cause I get it
Taylor Gang on top, just remember that I said it
Fuck this nigga bitch, grab my shit, then I jetted

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got!

[Verse 2: Problem]
Baby it’s fuck day, who wanna bang?
Even though I had some, right ‘fore I came
It’s lit though!
Girl you ain’t fuckin’ what you here for?
Got at least 3 zips rolled, all ready
Wiz brought another jar with him
Gin and drugs got me feelin’ like a car hit him
‘Round 6 a.m once I hit my DM
Didn’t have a rubber so she got to feel this skin
Money stacks stack high, bruh this don’t bend
What’s up with your friend? Biatch!
Ho, yeah-yeah-yeah
Feeling like Mitch when the light hit him
Married to the money, let the rice hit him

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got!

Casey Veggies – Show Off Lyrics

[Intro: Casey Veggies]

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
Top down in the summer, top down in the summer
I came back like LeBron down 3 to 1
I don’t understand man, it make me wonder
Why the homie tried to rob him if he had a gun
Hide behind shades watching life fade
Girls shaking ass, it must be a parade
If all these niggas on I must be the one
If all these niggas shooters I must be the gun
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m bout to fuck it up
She shaking that ass so fast, the cash she bout to run it up
Like what is your motif
They want the fame, I want cash and promotion
I’m making it splash on that ass like the ocean
I ride my own wave cause my buzz’ll be rolling
I’m grinding double the time for mine, I’m keeping it coming in
Had the Audi at 18, the Bimmer at 20
Now I’m bout to cop the Benz
My circle so small that everyone else on the outside looking in
I don’t trust nobody, I don’t see nobody
Versace shades on my lens

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Really got money, I rap
When I fall through the trap I’ma show off
Smoking that KK, you hit this shit once I promise that you gon’ cough
Riding around in my ’62 [?] once when I skrrt off
Passenger seat got your bitch
If she say she don’t smoke that’s a turn off
Tatted up, I got my shirt off
Hating you can’t get a word off
You the kind I never heard of
Taylor Gang or seeing murder
She want some dick, guarantee I’ma serve her
Practice what I preach
[?] me, I just teach what I learned
Got weed and I burn it
She giving me brains, that secret service
Don’t speak what you [?]
We park the low rider so deep on the curb
Stay holding it down for my team on you geeks and you nerds
You ain’t bout your paper my nigga and I think it’s absurd
She say she love you but really that shit’s a diversion
Say that you stacking but really be splurging
I get a old school Impala and cut that shit up like a surgeon

[Hook: Casey Veggies & (Wiz Khalifa)]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
(We smoking good over here)
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
(My nigga Casey what’s good
Gang Gang, Jet Life, you heard?)
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
(Double that shit up, roll another joint
Put another bitch on top of that bitch
Buy another car [?]
Get another watch, get another chain
Do your own thing nigga, Taylor Gang)
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
She ain’t with the questions
I told her I ain’t with the extras
I’m glad we made a connection
Checking them hoes off my check list
All in the club and we flexing
She fucking it up in the section
It made her think all we do is sin
And then she realized I’m a blessing
Really do it, they gotta show off
This real life, I can’t take a day off
Go hard or go home like the playoffs
If you stay there, you might just get paid off
You ain’t never whipped these cars nigga
You ain’t never seen a hundred large nigga
You ain’t minaj’d these broads nigga
One thing bout my gang, we all get it
Girl I pull up in the hood for ya
Everything that look good, it ain’t good for ya
The haters is watching, I can’t trust ’em
If the bullets start flying it’s no discussion
He did too much talking, I had to rush ’em
Got your bitch in the back and I ain’t bluffing
The streets is so crazy but it’s what made me
Fifty mil couldn’t change me, I’m still Casey
We run up the bands and we going crazy
Yeah we run up the bands and we going crazy
Book up the flights and we on vacation
Gave her a shot but I never chase it
The money I’m married, I can’t replace her
Do me a favor, do me no favors
Nothing was handed, I had to take it
They don’t wanna see me make it, yeah

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

LOGIC – Indica Badu (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro: Logic]
Yeah, yeah—
This that J Dilla right here
Badu, Indica Badu
Yeah, that’s right…

[Verse 1: Logic]
Riding ’round the city with my homies blowing trees
Wavy like the seven seas, living life, let me get it right
Let me give it a minute to get up in it like a beautiful
Independent woman finna’ make you wait to smash
Come now let me count this cash, come now let me set this flash
Pockets fat like shorty ass, jump in the whip gotta get this gas
Put that shit in drive, up live like ammunition
No permission needed, I proceeded to accelerate
Had days with hella’ hate but gotta let that anger migrate
All this shit that’s on my plate
That food for thought that can’t be bought
But only taught and on the real know

[Hook: Logic]
I can’t get much higher, I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it, use the fire, ignite it
I can’t get much higher, I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it, use the fire, ignite it
I can’t get much higher—

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Nigga like we smoking all weekend
And I roll and smoke when I’m drinkin’
Tell them open that dope but don’t peek in
We be havin’ a OG Kush meetin’
If we smokin’ that dope it’s a reason, I sell love from the chiefin’
I be getting high when I wake up
And roll me one more ‘fore I’m sleeping
Man I be smoking so good that I be forgetting the past
It don’t even come to my house
If it ain’t wrapped up in a turkey bag
We roll up the herb and laugh, kick back, blowing zip
Take it on a plane, know I smoke the same when I’m on a trip
Niggas like me always got weed on ’em
Try to tell me that she don’t smoke later on she joinin’
Ain’t no point, no I’m back, keep going in
You been rolling with cats, you boring
I be bringing them stacks enormous
Section always in the back important
Bad bitch gorgeous, pack imported

[Hook: Logic]
I can’t get much higher, I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it, use the fire, ignite it
I can’t get much higher, I’m smoking that fire
Running round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it, use the fire, ignite it
I can’t get much higher—

[Verse 3: Logic]
Uh, yeah, I’m finna get up in the feeling
Independent feeling like a boss
Roll a little something, smoke a little smoothing
Kick back and then floss
Chiefin’ that Indica in the cut, tell my anxiety to get lost
Fuck a pill, only numb the pain
You know how much that shit cost?
I ain’t talking ’bout your pocket
No, I am only talking about the mind
When the cannabis combine with the brain
It be like everything you seen, you seen the shine
Smoking that golden state, everything going great
Got a lot on my plate, lotta city of complaints
Stacking money in the bank
This that RATTPACK and that Taylor Gang
They know the face and they know the name
I’m a married man with a bad wife
Never fuck around unless it’s Mary Jane
Come play the game, honestly never the same
Just like my flow, got one for every occasion
Living the life so my life is amazing

[Hook: Logic]
I can’t get much higher, I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, ignite it, use the fire, ignite it
I can’t get much higher, I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, ignite it, use the fire, ignite it
I can’t get much higher—

[Outro: Logic]
Yeah, and if you don’t know by now, I smoke weed
"HaHaHa"—how Wiz gonna give me the verse
He ain’t gonna give me the laugh though?
"HaHaHa"—that shit iconic…
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Indica Badu

Logic – Indica Badu Lyrics

[Intro: Logic]
Yeah, yeah
This that J Dilla right here
Badu, Indica Badu
Yeah, that’s right

[Verse 1: Logic]
Riding ’round the city with my homies blowing trees
Wavy like the seven seas
Living life, let me get it right
Let me give it a minute to get up in it like a beautiful independent woman finna’ make you wait to smash
Come now let me count this cash
Come now let me set this flash
Pockets fat like shorty ass
Jump in the whip gotta get this gas
Put that shit in drive, up live like ammunition
No permission needed
I proceeded to accelerate
Had days with hella’ hate
But gotta let that anger migrate
All this shit that’s on my plate
That food for thought that can’t be bought
But only taught and on the real know

[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Nigga like we smoking all weekend
And I roll and smoke when I’m drinkin’
Tell them open that dope but don’t peek in
We be havin’ a OG Kush meetin’
If we smokin’ that dope it’s a reason
I sell love from the chiefin’
I be getting high when I wake up
And roll me one more ‘fore I’m sleeping
Man I be smoking so good that I be forgetting the past
It don’t even come to my house if it ain’t wrapped up in a turkey bag
We roll up the herb and laugh
Kick back, blowing zip
Take it on a plane, know I smoke the same when I’m on a trip
Niggas like me always got weed on ’em
Try to tell me that she don’t smoke later on she joinin’
Ain’t no point, no I’m back, keep going in
You been rolling with cats, you boring
I be bringing them stacks enormous
Section always in the back important
Bad bitch gorgeous, pack imported

[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher

[Verse 3: Logic]
Uh
Yeah I’m finna get up in the feeling
Independent feeling like a boss
Roll a little something, smoke a little smoothing
Kick back and then floss
Chiefin’ that Indica in the cut
Tell my anxiety to get lost
Fuck a pill, only numb the pain
You know how much that shit cost?
I ain’t talking ’bout your pocket, no I am only talking about the mind
When the cannabis combine with the brain it be like everything you seen you seen the shine
Smoking that golden state, everything going great
Got a lot on my plate
Lotta city of complaints
Stacking money in the bank
This that RATTPACK and that Taylor Gang
They know the face and they know the name
I’m a married man with a bad wife
Never fuck around unless it’s Mary Jane
Come play the game
Honestly never the same
Just like my flow, got one for every occasion
Living the life so my life is amazing

[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, ignite it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, ignite it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher

[Outro: Logic]
Yeah
And if you don’t know by now, I smoke weed
Hahahahhahaha
How Wiz gonna give me the verse
He ain’t gonna give me the laugh though
Hahaha
That shit iconic
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Indica Badu

Wiz Khalifa – Lost Files Lyrics

[Intro]
Lost in [??]
Cardo got wangs
Lost in [??]

[Chorus]
Roll up a plane, take it straight to the brain
Every part of the day, I be lost in [??]
Jump in my ride, then I start to get high
See it all in my eyes, I be lost in [??]
I’m blowing smoke, everywhere that I go
You should already know, I be lost in [??]
When I wake up, gotta bake up
Everyday countin’ paper lost in [??]

[Verse 1]
I got three cellphones, plants gettin’ grown
I hit the studio, still in my zone
I got six cars chilliin’ at home
And four on the way, smoke weed every day
A bad broad, I don’t pay to play
She in Khalifa, man
Smoke weed call me Cam and make sure my steam shower in
Wake up not knowing where I am

[Chorus]
Roll up a plane, take it straight to the brain
Every part of the day, I be lost in [??]
Jump in my ride, then I start to get high
See it all in my eyes, I be lost in [??]
I’m blowing smoke, everywhere that I go
You should already know, I be lost in [??]
When I wake up, gotta bake up
Everyday countin’ paper lost in [??]

[Verse 2]
No matter the case, we gotta get this cake
I’m never at home, I’m in and out of state
Arguing on the phone, tell the room service bring me a plate
I’m rolling a joint, I’m gon’ be kinda late
Real niggas relate, bitch ass niggas anticipate
The day that my bank disintegrate
Put me up with the greats
Let’s look at my calendar, fill ’em dates
First class ain’t a bed, the nigga wait

[Bridge]
For all my Kush & Orange Juice fans
People been rockin’ with me since day one
Khalifa and Cardo
This somethin’ just for you guys
Rolling Papers 2 on the way
But while you guys wait, man, get really really high
We gon’ do the same

[Chorus]
Roll up a plane, take it straight to the brain
Every part of the day, I be lost in [??]
Jump in my ride, then I start to get high
See it all in my eyes, I be lost in [??]
I’m blowing smoke, everywhere that I go
You should already know, I be lost in [??]
When I wake up, gotta bake up
Everyday countin’ paper lost in [??]

[Outro]
You won’t believe how high I got today
Khalifa and Cardo
I got a big ass joint rolled right now
This motherfucker look crazy
Motherfuckin’ gone
Shout out to the gang, it’s Taylor Gang over and over and over
Until it’s over but it ain’t ever gon’ be over man
Y’all niggas gon’ die before we start countin’ this paper
I swear

Wiz Khalifa – Get It On Your Own

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, I got a lot of live for
Weed, I got a lot to give
I’m tryna find a spot to get and dodging these cops that be trying to watch the kid
It all depends on what the options is
I stay positive but still focused on haters because they all plotting
Ain’t trying to say it but they all watching
And I know that I’m they favourite
But I wouldn’t be here if I was faking
Fuck all the money they say they making
Don’t hit my line if you ain’t changing things
Know about the bullshit the paper bringing
In the presence of people I plan on being like
Ain’t fucking with you cause we don’t think alike, uh

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalfia]
Been around the world and ya ya ya
Been rollin’ KK, gettin’ everybody high
Smokin’ in places I ain’t even supposed to but they’ll never track
Getting bitches naked like Mardi Gras
We already fried when we walk in the party
That’s when the conversation starts
Them cameras all in our faces
We don’t care ’bout what they say
Get money three different places at the same time
Pull up, hop out, no shirt on and skip the line
Niggas, you really be sick of lieing
Booking me all these shows like I ain’t really sick of flying
All I know is the grind
Rolling the biggest joints, never show up on time
Shorty, we smoke like it ain’t a crime
Taylor Gang or you dieing

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else

Wiz Khalifa – Lost Files

[Intro]
Lost in [??]
Cardo got wangs
Lost in [??]

[Chorus]
Roll up a plane, take it straight to the brain
Every part of the day, I be lost in [??]
Jump in my ride, then I start to get high
See it all in my eyes, I be lost in [??]
I’m blowing smoke, everywhere that I go
You should already know, I be lost in [??]
When I wake up, gotta bake up
Everyday countin’ paper lost in [??]

[Verse 1]
I got three cellphones, plants gettin’ grown
I hit the studio, still in my zone
I got six cars chilliin’ at home
And four on the way, smoke weed every day
A bad broad, I don’t pay to play
She in Khalifa, man
Smoke weed call me Cam and make sure my steam shower in
Wake up not knowing where I am

[Chorus]
Roll up a plane, take it straight to the brain
Every part of the day, I be lost in [??]
Jump in my ride, then I start to get high
See it all in my eyes, I be lost in [??]
I’m blowing smoke, everywhere that I go
You should already know, I be lost in [??]
When I wake up, gotta bake up
Everyday countin’ paper lost in [??]

[Verse 2]
No matter the case, we gotta get this cake
I’m never at home, I’m in and out of state
Arguing on the phone, tell the room service bring me a plate
I’m rolling a joint, I’m gon’ be kinda late
Real niggas relate, bitch ass niggas anticipate
The day that my bank disintegrate
Put me up with the greats
Let’s look at my calendar, fill ’em dates
First class ain’t a bed, the nigga wait

[Bridge]
For all my Kush & Orange Juice fans
People been rockin’ with me since day one
Khalifa and Cardo
This somethin’ just for you guys
Rolling Papers 2 on the way
But while you guys wait, man, get really really high
We gon’ do the same

[Chorus]
Roll up a plane, take it straight to the brain
Every part of the day, I be lost in [??]
Jump in my ride, then I start to get high
See it all in my eyes, I be lost in [??]
I’m blowing smoke, everywhere that I go
You should already know, I be lost in [??]
When I wake up, gotta bake up
Everyday countin’ paper lost in [??]

[Outro]
You won’t believe how high I got today
Khalifa and Cardo
I got a big ass joint rolled right now
This motherfucker look crazy
Motherfuckin’ gone
Shout out to the gang, it’s Taylor Gang over and over and over
Until it’s over but it ain’t ever gon’ be over man
Y’all niggas gon’ die before we start countin’ this paper
I swear

Raven Felix – Bet They Know Now (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro-Hook: Raven]
Life is what you make it, so just make it happen
If they mad then don’t look at ’em just be lookin’ past it
They sayin’ what they say but don’t pay no attention
Show ’em how we get it

[Verse 1: Raven]
Gonna do you wrong things, fuck if they hate
I’ll be damned if I let anybody stand in my way
Gonna drive a million miles until I find my own lane
Feels like yesterday when I was there broke with no change
They ain’t’ lyin’ when there’s no pain, there ain’t no gain
More I go I see shit don’t change, it’s a cold game
Oh I, oh I, now they know the name
And it’s all because I did my shit and always stayed the same, so

[Chorus: Wiz & Raven]
Don’t ask me what I say, do what you say
And never let what they say get in your way
They wanna know the right way, do your thing
Taking over everything, we don’t play
And I bet they know now
That we could be anything we want
I bet they know now
That we could be anything we want
I bet they know now (now)
That we could be anything we want
I bet they know now
That we could be anything we want
I bet they know now

[Verse 2: Raven]
Yeah I bet they know and I be killing every show
And now we getting shit in motion
Make these mother fuckers jealous
Yeah we hatin’ and we never gon’ stop this
Tell these haters come watch this
And I let them know that we drop hits
’cause this Taylor Gang and we got this

[Break: Raven]
Oh, how you live your life is up to you
Oh, if you know it’s right then there ain’t nothing left to prove

[Verse 3: Raven]
You can’t change my mind ’cause it’s made up
Woking hard ’till I’m laid up
In something new, getting paid up
’cause what you doin’ don’t phase us
Profits moving, no days up
Stay focused don’t daze up
Boss bitch and I make ’em calls In flight mode ‘cos we taking off
Up up and away
If you ain’t going a hundred then pump, pump your breaks
Gotta know you really want it and show out every day
Just know, we stay the same yeah

[Chorus: Wiz & Raven]
Don’t ask me what I say, do what you say
And never let what they say get in your way
They wanna know the right way, do your thing
Taking over everything, we don’t play
And I bet they know now
That we could be anything we want
I bet they know now
That we could be anything we want
I bet they know now (now)
That we could be anything we want
I bet they know now
That we could be anything we want
I bet they know now

[Hook: Raven]
Life is what you make it, so just make it happen
If they mad then don’t look at ’em just be lookin’ past it
They sayin’ what they say but don’t pay no attention
Show ’em how we get it

[Break: Raven]
Oh, how you live your life is up to you
Oh, if you know it’s right then there ain’t nothing left to prove

[Outro]
I bet they know now, yeah
I bet they know now
Raven Felix
I bet they know now
Taylor Gang
I bet they know now
I bet they know now

Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J & Tm88 – Cell Ready

[Intro]
Man this volcano bag get you high as fuck
Yo TM, you know what I’m saying mane, Its time man you know
Finna get the whole world high man
Let them feel these side effects
This shit finna be deadly bruh

[Hook: Juicy J]
Fuck with my fam, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready
Play with my paper, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready
Short me on my dope, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready
Fuck with one of my niggas, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready

[Verse 1: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]
What these niggas on,, hand me my chrome
Goin back to snatching niggas out they Cadillac and send them home
Smoke em’ like a bong, then its back to counting money when I’m stoned
Or I send a hit through the phone and my dudes will come get you and they’ll never leave you alone
My niggas official like refs with a whistle, I just make one call back to top off your dome
Off with your head, bitch I’m a king I got shooters with 2’s protecting my throne
One shot then you gone, you should’ve known. I’m a real nigga I cannot be cloned
I’m filthy rich still don’t let a penny go
I be up all night like I’m Arsenio
Freaky bitches take the dick in any whole
Now they famous cause they in my video
Who you foolin’ I don’t buy
I don’t judge I just go off vibes
When I touch the sky then hop in this ride
Taylor Gang nigga we don’t die
This world is mine I delete you guys
We all tryna eat we don’t need your kind
And get that cash but family first
Be prepared to grind nigga put in work
Fuck nigga what would you do for this ice
You think its really worth losing your life
How bad you want stripes, my young niggas killers
If I give the word then they smashing you niggas
Bunch of youngins’ coming from a broken home
Slanging rock n roll but ain’t no rolling stone
Streets welcome niggas in with open arms
If I catch the charge I’m a post a bond
You god damn right I’m a certified boss I can cut the check or I can cut your throat
Put you on the table tag on your toe smoking weed till’ I overdose
You don’t want beef you ain’t thinking clear. I’m too busy tryna make a fucking village
Dripping more cheese then a chicken Philly, Pittsburgh niggas really bout they business
I got niggas with me don’t got any feelings
They just really wit it, they just into killing
Hard as hell on the internet but nigga in the streets you like Richard Simmons
My money long and my passport got more stamps then a nigga mail
It ain’t a problem if I catch a body then I’m heading over seas I’ll never see a sail nigga!
MAFIA
GANG!

Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa – Cell Ready

[Intro]
Man this volcano bag get you high as fuck
Yo TM, you know what I’m saying mane, Its time man you know
Finna get the whole world high man
Let them feel these side effects
This shit finna be deadly bruh

[Hook: Juicy J]
Fuck with my fam, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready
Play with my paper, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready
Short me on my dope, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready
Fuck with one of my niggas, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready

[Verse 1: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]
What these niggas on,, hand me my chrome
Goin back to snatching niggas out they Cadillac and send them home
Smoke em’ like a bong, then its back to counting money when I’m stoned
Or I send a hit through the phone and my dudes will come get you and they’ll never leave you alone
My niggas official like refs with a whistle, I just make one call back to top off your dome
Off with your head, bitch I’m a king I got shooters with 2’s protecting my throne
One shot then you gone, you should’ve known. I’m a real nigga I cannot be cloned
I’m filthy rich still don’t let a penny go
I be up all night like I’m Arsenio
Freaky bitches take the dick in any whole
Now they famous cause they in my video
Who you foolin’ I don’t buy
I don’t judge I just go off vibes
When I touch the sky then hop in this ride
Taylor Gang nigga we don’t die
This world is mine I delete you guys
We all tryna eat we don’t need your kind
And get that cash but family first
Be prepared to grind nigga put in work
Fuck nigga what would you do for this ice
You think its really worth losing your life
How bad you want stripes, my young niggas killers
If I give the word then they smashing you niggas
Bunch of youngins’ coming from a broken home
Slanging rock n roll but ain’t no rolling stone
Streets welcome niggas in with open arms
If I catch the charge I’m a post a bond
You god damn right I’m a certified boss I can cut the check or I can cut your throat
Put you on the table tag on your toe smoking weed till’ I overdose
You don’t want beef you ain’t thinking clear. I’m too busy tryna make a fucking village
Dripping more cheese then a chicken Philly, Pittsburgh niggas really bout they business
I got niggas with me don’t got any feelings
They just really wit it, they just into killing
Hard as hell on the internet but nigga in the streets you like Richard Simmons
My money long and my passport got more stamps then a nigga mail
It ain’t a problem if I catch a body then I’m heading over seas I’ll never see a sail nigga!
MAFIA
GANG!

Cell ready – Wiz Khalifa feat. Juicy J lyrics

Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – Cell ready

Man this volcano bag get you high as f*ck
Yo TM, you know what I’m saying mane, Its time man you know
Finna get the whole world high man
Let them feel these side effects
This shit finna be deadly bruh.(cell ready)

f*ck with my fam, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready
Play with my paper, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready
Short me on my dope, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready
f*ck with one of my niggas, this shit gon’ get deadly
They gon’ have to get my cell ready.

What these niggas on,, hand me my chrome
Goin back to snatching niggas out they Cadillac and send them home
Smoke em’ like a bong, then its back to counting money when I’m stoned
Or I send a hit through the phone and my dudes will come get you and they’ll never leave you alone
My niggas official like refs with a whistle, I just make one call back to top off your dome
Off with your head, b*tch I’m a king I got shooters with 2’s protecting my throne
One shot then you gone, you should’ve known. I’m a real nigga I cannot be cloned
I’m filthy rich still don’t let a penny go versuri-lyrics.info
I be up all night like I’m Arsenio
Freaky b*tches take the d*ck in any whole
Now they famous cause they in my video
Who you foolin’ I don’t buy
I don’t judge I just go off vibes
When I touch the sky then hop in this ride
Taylor Gang nigga we don’t die
This world is mine I delete you guys
We all tryna eat we don’t need your kind
And get that cash but family first
Be prepared to grind nigga put in work
f*ck nigga what would you do for this ice
You think its really worth losing your life
How bad you want stripes, my young niggas killers
If I give the word then they smashing you niggas
Bunch of youngins’ coming from a broken home
Slanging rock n roll but ain’t no rolling stone
Streets welcome niggas in with open arms
If I catch the charge I’m a post a bond
You god damn right I’m a certified boss I can cut the check or I can cut your throat
Put you on the table tag on your toe smoking weed till’ I overdose
You don’t want beef you ain’t thinking clear. I’m too busy tryna make a f*cking village
Dripping more cheese then a chicken Philly, Pittsburgh niggas really bout they business
I got niggas with me don’t got any feelings
They just really wit it, they just into killing
Hard as hell on the internet but nigga in the streets you like Richard Simmons
My money long and my passport got more stamps then a nigga mail
It ain’t a problem if I catch a body then I’m heading over seas I’ll never see a sail nigga!
MAFIA
GANGGG!
Wiz Khalifa lyrics
Video ready

Taylor Gang – The Man (feat. J.R. Donato, Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
What up though this is big Snoop Dogg hanging out with DJ Motor Mane, you understand me?
Hit ’em with some of that G shit
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 1: J.R. Donato]
I say they hate to see you come up
They hate to see you hustle but them pounds I gotta turn up
I’m flexing all my muscle boy give shots you try to run up
Cause I ain’t finna tussle I got fans way out in London
So dreams do really come true
I’m high as fuck when I come to
Bad bitch tell her come through
Niggas looking for hand outs when you tell them no then its fuck you
Oh well, nigga fuck you I’m in this new coupe and I’m comfortable
Where you’re friend I said bring two
Lit with them when ain’t nothing to do
Said hell yea I’m the man now, hell yea I got grams now
Pops still doing real estate, hell yea he got land now
And I’m bout to be a father too, don’t bother me I won’t bother you
Hell yea I got shows to do, hell yea I got pounds to move
Gang

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
I’m having nightmares feeling it’s niggas want me dead
Going through it I got niggas in the feds
Sliding in that brand new Benz I don’t need a lot of friends
I’m just living I know one day its gon’ end
30 bottles foreign models I’m just trynna ease the pain
Had a convo with myself to never fall in love again
All night till the morning all we know is get paid
How you fall in love with something that won’t love you back the same?
Boy them streets them cold yea, case you didn’t know yea
48 Hunnid, Taylor Gang, yea yea yea
Pull up on the ‘Nolia

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
They said they want me to stop, but I ain’t stopping no
Wonder where I got these Vans but they ain’t dropping those
I’m eating lobster bisque, baked at the Pappadeaux
That’s my bitch, she your wife, turned her to a proper hoe
I get a lot of dough, I fly a lot of planes
Every time you turn around Young Khalifa copping chains
She yours I got the brains, taught the game
Bitches say I’m not a lame, watch your self out there, these cops insane
They’ll do anything to keep us off the streets
So I grind everyday cause Sebastian gotta eat
And the jewels that I rock turn these good girls to freaks
Make 500K a week, bring my cheese then we speak
Capeesh?

[Chorus: J.R. Donato & (Wiz Khalifa)]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man (that’s cool. I do me you do you)
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man (it’s harder than it looks. Pause)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (the motherfucking man. look at us now)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (just look at us!)

Chevy Woods – Forever

[Verse 1]
I just made a play on your bitch she in love with my watch, yeah yeah ooh
I ain’t finish school from the school of hard knocks make more money than the teachers too
Got some cousins I ain’t seen in a while when they ask me how I’m doing I just tell em cool
Taylor Gang and I put that on everything if you get to tripping I’m a fucking fool
Yea I’m way up way up way up
Tell them pussy niggas I ain’t tripping ’cause I’m way up
Balling on you niggas this a motherfucking layup
I remember all the nights that a nigga had to stay up
If you owe a nigga gotta make sure you pay up
Handle all my business then I go and roll a J up
She was on gold, don’t you never try and play us
Tell your baby daddy yea it’s cool that he hate us
Cause we getting rich

[Chorus]
We getting rich we got money forever
Not just right now boy I want this forever
Cooking up O’s and it’s taking forever
She got it once now she want it forever

[Verse 2]
Got the iPhone jumping I ain’t missing no calls Imma answer every one of ’em
My homies said he want a half of one come to the crib and Imma cook it right in front of him
Your baby daddy he a fuck up
He be fucking up the pack every time I be fronting him
I hit the block, throw the testers in the air
Hit the ground, fiends pick up every one of them
Put that on me I be running up numbers
Fucking up checks ’bout to fuck up the summer
Fucking your bitch but you swear that you love her
You can’t fool me boy I smile undercover
Champagne coming by the case load
Hit your baby momma with a face load
She my señorita bring me Pesos
Chicken with the cheese I need queso

[Chorus]
We getting rich we got money forever
Not just right now boy I want this forever
Cooking up O’s and it’s taking forever
She got it once now she want it forever

Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J & TM88 – Bossed Up letras

[Intro: Juicy J]
Time waits for no man
You gotta boss up man
It’s time to stop playing around, being lazy nigga
Get up and get to the money nigga
Grind nigga
Believe in your motherfucking self nigga
Motivation bruh

[Hook: Juicy J]
Started off with nothing, now I’m bossed up
Started in the gutter now I’m bossed up
Got it out the mud now I’m flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I’m bossed up, you don’t wanna cross us
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
If you rich then you a gangsta nigga
All the tough shit, that ain’t gangsta nigga
Fuck around and find you in a bodybag
I’m just tryna fill out all these moneybags
See me, I’m what a drug dealer dream about
Fucking bad bitches, backing beamers out
If niggas want some smoke we pull them steamers out
I be so damn fresh, I cashed the cleaners out
See niggas taking shots but I’m so bulletproof
I just laugh at ’em, couple Bentley coupe
I swear I be so high I gotta loose the roof
See niggas gotta lie, they know I’m the truth
See where I’m from nobody gives a fuck about you
I know rappers, I know trappers, I know real clappers
If you ain’t getting money nigga then you hustle backwards
Choppers on the backseat if you want some action

[Hook: Juicy J]
Started off with nothing, now I’m bossed up
Started in the gutter now I’m bossed up
Got it out the mud now I’m flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I’m bossed up, you don’t wanna cross us
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Bosses, I’m with bosses I don’t care bout what the costs is
We ain’t tryna take no losses, we don’t deal with fake shit often
I ain’t after go to college, taught my self and now I’m balling
Like the summer I went out to New Orleans and came back bossing
And if a nigga play me we gone toss ’em
I don’t touch ’em, I just got to make call
They waiting for me to fall but that ain’t bout to happen
They playing tough but they ain’t saying much about the captain
My niggas bout that action
You [???] your bitch heard about the thing I’m packing
I don’t care about no fashion, I’m a writer not a rapper
No day moving past us, niggas moving backwards
I ain’t worried bout the pussy I’m just wondering where the cash is
I just do it different, I just made my cake the fastest
If a nigga tripping get a thing and then we blast it
I just rolled some weed and fucked your bitch, thats why I’m laughing
It’s young Wiz, Taylor Gang

[Hook: Juicy J]
Started off with nothing, now I’m bossed up
Started in the gutter now I’m bossed up
Got it out the mud now I’m flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I’m bossed up, you don’t wanna cross us
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I might be that nigga that might run your label
I might be that nigga put food on your table
I might bee that nigga that you see on cable
But I’m bossed up so my young nigga might pay you
The devil working on me so I’m prayed up
Them niggas went to bed so I stayed up
How many times I gotta tell you I’m a player
King of my city, I might run for mayor
Mafia yeah that’s that new mafia
Niggas see you shining so they copy ya
Now they all sitting round plotting on stopping ya
But that’s when all them bodies popping up
I got a dope bitch, she be on some dope shit
Your bitch on some hoe shit, she just want the dope dick
Coke in her veins now she wanna fuck the whole clique
She gone bust it open, she say she can take the whole dick

[Hook: Juicy J]
Started off with nothing, now I’m bossed up
Started in the gutter now I’m bossed up
Got it out the mud now I’m flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I’m bossed up, you don’t wanna cross us (cross us)
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up

[Outro: Juicy J]
All my niggas sauced up (4x)

Taylor Gang – For The Low

[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
Yea, we out in Cali
We gon’ take you to the Bay Area real quick
My man Berner, smoking good weed
Counting that cash, you already know

[Verse 1]
When I get drunk around the bitch I get to preaching
Without some money or some smoke I get to tweaking
I party all weekend, and I don’t ever sleep
I get up and get to straight to the garden and set seeds
Taking bout cash I need a big brown bag
I got bitches that’ll get big money that wanna strip for me
Gold chain big tummy and my click hungry
30 round clip, they ain’t taking shit from me
I’m a Bay Area boy, she wanna marry ya boy
She need to pay me some more
I been all around the world like Biggie
My OG’s pop seeds they got in the 60’s
The F1 Durb got the club all pussy
They got money on my head come and get me
Shout out to the Dogg, we be high, burning Lemon
I’m Taylor Gang repping I been on since ’07
[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Verse 2]
I got it for the low, if they hate Big Bern’ they got to go
I was only 16 when I learned how to grow
It ain’t nothing like the weed game, baby
Dawg these renegade bitches better, pay me
I’m on the 80 doing 80
They say I’m crazy I’m just grumpy at times, when the pills get me lazy
Lemonade tasty, yea I’m Max B wavy
I ain’t flexed yet, I just burned 380 on jewels
And a big blue pool I’m old school
I don’t talk on the phone, I just know how to move
Dog they don’t touch work they just front on the net
I keep talking on the burner catch one to the neck
Bay boy, real ‘Frisco shit
We get money off the girl you tryna kiss that bitch
And I ain’t even trying let em lie
On my name brought that one that play with fire(?)

[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Outro: Berner]
You know I still move around, you know what I’m talking bout
People talking bout I changed, psh
Still doing the same thing man, picking up paper bags, man
380K, you know what I’m talking bout, blowing big money everyday
Wiz whats up boy, haha, all the suckers tho
Tried to tell em, 2016
We riding whips looking real clean, yeah

[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

Berner – For The Low (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
Yea, we out in Cali
We gon’ take you to the Bay Area real quick
My man Berner, smoking good weed
Counting that cash, you already know

[Verse 1]
When I get drunk around the bitch I get to preaching
Without some money or some smoke I get to tweaking
I party all weekend, and I don’t ever sleep
I get up and get to straight to the garden and set seeds
Taking bout cash I need a big brown bag
I got bitches that’ll get big money that wanna strip for me
Gold chain big tummy and my click hungry
30 round clip, they ain’t taking shit from me
I’m a Bay Area boy, she wanna marry ya boy
She need to pay me some more
I been all around the world like Biggie
My OG’s pop seeds they got in the 60’s
The F1 Durb got the club all pussy
They got money on my head come and get me
Shout out to the Dogg, we be high, burning Lemon
I’m Taylor Gang repping I been on since ’07
[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Verse 2]
I got it for the low, if they hate Big Bern’ they got to go
I was only 16 when I learned how to grow
It ain’t nothing like the weed game, baby
Dawg these renegade bitches better, pay me
I’m on the 80 doing 80
They say I’m crazy I’m just grumpy at times, when the pills get me lazy
Lemonade tasty, yea I’m Max B wavy
I ain’t flexed yet, I just burned 380 on jewels
And a big blue pool I’m old school
I don’t talk on the phone, I just know how to move
Dog they don’t touch work they just front on the net
I keep talking on the burner catch one to the neck
Bay boy, real ‘Frisco shit
We get money off the girl you tryna kiss that bitch
And I ain’t even trying let em lie
On my name brought that one that play with fire(?)

[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Outro: Berner]
You know I still move around, you know what I’m talking bout
People talking bout I changed, psh
Still doing the same thing man, picking up paper bags, man
380K, you know what I’m talking bout, blowing big money everyday
Wiz whats up boy, haha, all the suckers tho
Tried to tell em, 2016
We riding whips looking real clean, yeah

[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie