Wiz Khalifa Ft. Curren$y & Big Sean - Proceed Lyrics

[Intro - Wiz Khalifa]
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 aint trippin
Really this high

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
If you offer me all the money in the World
I wouldnt trade it for my girl, my family
Or the niggas 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
Niggas scream my name probably praying that I fail
The money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale
Gotta weigh it on a scale?
Niggas blow that, bitches know that
Never touch blood, chill with us once, never go back
Little homie, http://kidlyrics.blogspot.com thats 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 aint got no more
Probably cause I bought it all

[Hook]
As we proceed to court bad bitches 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 bitches 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

[Curren$y]
Aquafina and the bong
I’m off in that medina when I’m done
Just sound the alarm, bitch 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
Catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches
Cell phone in my pocket
My Blackberry biotches
Have ‘em ready, I’ll watch em, daddy back
Niggas plottin’ on the Jets but we got em
We just waiting to drop ‘em
They vex 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

[Hook]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
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 niggas told me was a myth (myth)
Same niggas try an’ get up on my list (what)
Since I started buzzin’, I got eighteen eleven cousins?
New bitches tryna join the team and old ones that I’m cutting
Sky high class livin but niggas still grinding
Cause I’m surrounded with the same niggas and girls since I had nothin’
Now, I got signed to my idol
Seen some of my favourite rappers turn rivals
‘Ye told me kill em so a nigga gotta drop ‘em
Peep the Jesus chain he gave me since I cant keep up with Bibles
No, young nigga heeding to the title
Where it’s at?
Thats the top man, these niggas gon recycle
What, my shit is like a B.I.G recital
But you can’t hold a real nigga down thats why I keep real niggas round

[Hook]

Wiz Khalifa Ft. Big Sean & Curren$y - Dot Dot Dot Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa]
King size papers, king size bed
Niggas blow money but I'd rather keep mine instead
Roll something nigga, blow something
Say you're ballin out of control
Let a nigga hold something
Specially if you got it and he don't put his niggas on
Tell me what's the sense of even having it fo'
Cause when you're broke, you have everything to gain
When you lose it all, let you inhale half the vape
Do it for the taste
Usually I roll one up to pass it around
But now I smoke it to the face
Cuz chiefing with niggas is such a waste
Unless they my niggas, and 9 times out of 10
They got their own pound with them
Own pack of papers and filters, something to grind
We be smoking them things like 6 at a time
5 in the L, 4 breakin' down
3 in my head, 2 in my mind, nigga

[Hook]
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I need more than one rolled..
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled..

[Verse 2 - Curren$y]
A bit of a pothead, it has been said
I keep one rolled up like LL's pantsleg
Full of life in this bitch, though
I may seem half-dead
Trust me, I'm cool
I just ain't talking to you
And them checks coming through
Is just as I predicted
They got a bigger portion
Cause the Jets eating off bigger dishes now..
Ain't I the biggest fish up in this pond
Since life's a bitch, tell her roll my shit up huh
Secret compartment in my car, James Bond
Though I'm James Bond, nigga bread long
And my name known in e'ry home household
Caught them pussies slippin' tryna squeeze
In the mouse hole, that cheese is "nachos"
You are not chose by the gods
To live as we do, so play your role in the movie
Ain't no pause, no rewind
For no man, (?) time
So I ain't wasting mine
More grass, more green, more grind, nigga I keep...

[Hook]
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I need more than one rolled..
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled..

[Verse 3 - Big Sean]
And these bitch ass niggas
Fuck around, might have to bitch-smack me a nigga
Roll around with a bunch of get-rich ass niggas
Who the man? You ain't even gotta ask these niggas..
I'mma fuck around and take these niggas' last 3 pictures
Man, these bitches breaking their neck
Just to pass weed with us
We roll, get high, get drunk, more shots, reload
Too high, he knows, 3 more, C4, we blow
Bitch, how could you be so fine?
Shake that ass, she's so mine
Taking more double shots than free throw lines
I might hit like 3-4 times
They say "what the fuck is you on?"
Fuck if I'm right
Fuck it, I'm on, you fucking at home
Watching my ass, bet that I'm on
On my way to the top, and I'm coming along with...

Wiz Khalifa Ft. Curren$y & Big Sean - Weed Brownies Lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa]
Is this the top?
The top of the world?
Top floor? There's weed in the ashtray..
It's top-shelf.. CAP!

Riding in my Challenger
Faded off this sticky brownie
Turning down the music cause
This weed is loud enough already
Niggas ask about my pay
I say I keep it steady
Gripping on the wheel, spending
Money like a politician
Tipping on a bill, it's going down
Like this bitch was sitting on the hill
I keep my girlfriend in them expensive
Sort of heels. Furs and shit
Eat champagne and lobster cause
I fucking deserve this shit..
CAP! Niggas say I've got an old soul
Well, I tell them that I'm here muthafucka
And I made it cause my flow cold
I'mma roll some of this weed, I'mma pass it to you
Everybody's so gone. Homie, I got papers
And vaporizers, flavors to stablize ya
Thoroughly-baked cake, can't say a thing
With my eyes shut

[Hook]
They say they don't, they do
But they don't know who we are
Superstars..

[Verse 2 - Curren$y]
I'm out of here, stratosphere
Paper hella-straight, nappy hair
Bitches seen that the ? was even there
When we pulled up lit like Times Square
When we pulled up lit like road flares
When we pulled off, them hoes disappeared
Because they know what we be doing over here
She just wanna be high in her underwear
With her iPhone plugged in the wall, power loss
Stepping out the shower, threw her a shirt to
Towel off with. One of the two qualities I want
In a bitch, cause baby girl, fuckin with me
Is some major shit, feel? Warning:
I gotta wake up to a BJ every morning
And a J while I'm yawning, darling
I got papers and vaporizers, flavors
To stablize ya, I'm a fully baked potato
Spending my cheddar and chives..

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Big Sean]
I'm dedicated, hella-faded, high as hell
I'm levitating. I'm rolling up, fuck a wheelchair
Ironically, my shit's medicated..
Your eyes closed cause you asleep
My eyes closed cause I'm meditating
I gotta go make reservations
At a real nigga's destination
Two girls in the tub, that's luxury
You disagree? That's fuckery!
Saying "fuck you" cause you can't fuck with me
I need my dick sucked, but I'm sucka-free
You are who it sucks to be
I'm a company, buy "Finally Famous"
Over everything, that's my company
You already know, nigga
Collect the money like it's old, nigga
And I'mma blow it like it's rolled, nigga
And I be stuntin til I'm old, nigga
Weed, money and hoes - what a hell of a night!
Fuck you mean? This is everyday life
She in the mirror making sure she wearing it right
It's a pear-shaped present where I'm appearing tonight..

Wiz Khalifa Ft. Curren$y & Big Sean - Flowers Lyrics

[Chorus]
We in the party burning up the weed smoke, weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant party
burning up the weed smoke (weed smoke)
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Keepin’ it G and sticking to the plan
Of gettin’ rich and burying all my money in the dessert sand
Got no stroke of luck I played my hand (played my hand)
Man I’ve been up for hours fingers tired from rollin’ every gram
ANd now my cheese aint just American
Cause I get overseas money
Every where I go somebody scream for me
Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas thinking
How the f-ck could you hate this
Half of these people aint real, niggas shape shift
Thats why I’m smoking OG til I’m weightless
Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate but f-ck what they say
Cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail, I think its time you fired everyone hired to help ya
Gettin’ all this bread, wanna know why
Could tell ya, other than that

[Chorus]

[Curren$y - Verse 2]
Yeah, OG, got third seasons of baby?
BC make cake from CD’s, mixtape shit for free
Either way I go 100%, all gang
48 minutes no bench sitting at all man
Y’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
But we ahead of you
Due these medical power laws preserve jaws open
Urb and ? I’m quotin’ ?
All hit pages I wrote it for your speakers to smoke it
Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest
in the ? see how far back I’ve been quoted
And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen
I aint mad though, I’m glad though
Thought I’d feel a little bit different being a dad yo
Yeah bro
Wiz smoked out the BET awards
I wrapped up my Jet Life tour
Thats why them bitches roll that weed for us

[Chorus]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
They wanna roll like me
Cause I’m living life like its no police
Or I’m overseas
I’m watching no smoking signs just rollin’ weed
Cause it’s the muthaf-ckin life when you roll with G’s
Boi

Dissin’ these bitches, you entertained
You tell her you love her too, I tell her she’s out her brain
I’m on the road to the millies, I started on Penny lane
I got a band wagon it’s packed, you might wan’ hop on a train
At the top so now her top all off
Never pay hoes, I only pay cops off
And tell these niggas they gotta take that disguise off
I’m from Detroit we eat ya little hoes alive with hot sauce
F-cking bitch
I might come a little tardy though
Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke
You niggas rollin up barney bro
I’m all green as the safari’s go
You bitches already know

[Chorus]

DJ Khaled - Future Lyrics Ft. Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Wale, Vado, Big Sean

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit records
They hustlin'

[Ace Hood:]
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em
He just told me kill 'em
100 for the Beamer
Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it
Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked
Keep the Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast
See me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street
Swear I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry
Lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T
Pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying
Greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy
More money, my remedy, pockets on, heavy D
Bitch I'm hot, 3rd degree, whip I drive? Owned by me
Wrists in the air, anti-freeze, can it be?
I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm siamese
Twin pistol shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I gotta get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Walk in my house you can meet my maid
And you give a damn you can push that Lac
Push that Benz on, push that [?], hop to the whip, no top on mine
Niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys
Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie
I been paying my secret client, talk to [?], what I resign
[?] your house, about to sign

[Meek Mill:]
We the muthafuckin best
Word to my mama
Wild presidential, got me feeling like Obama
All I want is change
And my niggas they wanted the same
I run it, the money
And even the fame
I turned into something they never became
Through all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept running and that's my [?]
World nigga, my hood [?]
No 62's on [?]
And that Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving that was payback
Nigga where that cake at?
I wan't y'all to see now
I feel that love, I feel that hate
I put it to your mug, you gon faint
When that thing gon fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire
? are ready, but they ain't gon ride
Let me go hard like I ain't gonna die
Meek Mill!

[Big Sean:]
Do it! OK
Smoke until I ain't got no lungs
Got it going down, no teeth
I call it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my language
When they twist and talk with they fingers
Man this ain't no sign language
Fresh out of the ashes it's a
Detroit fucking classic from when
MM got the masses. Trick Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah that motor be the fastest
Bitch, they call it Motor City
Cause I'm most likely to crash
Fuck it! Good thing I got a chauffeur...
Going broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style Bitch
But I overshine
Told em it's the quarter so I guess
We're going overtime. Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch. I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why they strung out
I'm like Jordan to you niggas
I might need to stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble/bobbled
Then landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my baby
And even buy you a bottle
That's how they talk to you?
? people like Versace
My pockets got paper on paper
This shit just look like a novel
With 10 thousand worth of ice on me now...
But it don't feel half as good
As grandma saying she's proud...

[Wale:]
Forever dedicated, my poetic genius
Something they close to seeing
Tell em they close, they scheming
You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here
We don't believe ya. Y'all run them [?]
We put a wreath on niggas' careers
We the best, Khaled
No need to stress, Khaled
Know there's a lot of artists
But I got the best palette
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others
Murray the winner, you think he really
Nelson Mandela
That's fire though. One time for the 305, though
That hydro make me tired, yo
My kickin be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight rope
That's hard to find
Hold the dough for me, I'm maestro, shiit
That white whip shit
On the side, wrists slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing
Bumper cars. You niggas under cause
You should be unemployed
All you smokers Reggie, [?] making a bunch of noise
Who gon tell me that I ain't going?
Young Folarin, you see them puters
That was my influence

[Vado:]
The time was felt
Turning to Ground Zero
Kicking like Reggie Jackson, Nicki Barnes
Their hero, as I play [?]
Corleone like Bob DiNero
Been through it here though
Don't move with the weirdos
Dress pimpin like [?]
Your house is on West and 4th
Mine is on West 6th
While I ride this Mazerati

Wiz Khalifa - O.T.T.R Lyrics Ft. Curren$y & Big Sean

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
They saying, it’s bout time some real niggas made it
And when I go outside they sayin’ I’m famous
And some don’t understand but listen close and you’ll find out
I’m running through the ground, you smell the kush when I ride out
I’m moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And niggas know it’s us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll it up and when it’s stuffed we blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
Me and Spitta stick together like… huh!
Cotton and mud, some chicks countin’ up buds
Mouth got cotton prol from the drug
Lot of pot in my process love?
Don’t hate a nigga cause I’m blessed
Judge me by my progress bruh!
I obsess with every dollar I get
F-ck you think we made it out the projects for
The object is to make money and get the most from it
And more money, cause more money aint enough of it
I know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing
Just blow money and aint got nothin to show for it
That’s f-cking stupid!
Same as my diamonds and the fact I’m buying all this new shit
Made a million a way a nigga grind’ll be a blueprint
I’m talkin’ champagne shit
Audemar Tailor Made shit
Look at my jackets, say “hand made” bitch

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Curren$y - Verse 2]
And I’ma Pimp C
Leaning in my ride like I Bun B
Sittin’ tall on my chrome seat but I’m blowin the c?
My girl in the sheet fast asleep
I’m in the street after the chedder
Peddlin’ melodies, purchasin’ better things
On the road to the riches I done drove over n-ggas
My n-gga we major, we been major since independant
Made it to what they sayin, we made it but we aint handed
We too busy gettin it
Hound dog sniffin’ it out
Twistin’ a whole pound celebratin’ the fact that
Them wack fools had it but this here’s the take back
And them haters can’t hate that
Salute me from across a crowded club
Homie, I take that as love
Real n-gga shit the only thing I’m dealing with slim
Bitch you know that I’m the only reason you still in this club
Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
Yellin’ “suck a dick or die hoe”
See your main bitch is my side hoe
Smokin’ top shelf on the top flo’
I’m a boss bitch
I take my time and get a pronto?
You probably f-ckin’ around doing some shit I aint got time fo’
P-ssy boy!
F-ck you and your hoe anatomy bitch
My nuclear like an academy bitch
It’s Finally Famous the Faculty bitch
Killin’ these niggas no casualties
Money and weed is a real nigga salary
Man, these rappers sound like me and
Honestly that shit is so flattering bitch
(thank you, thank you, thank you)
You want me to slip up and fall
Crash, burn, but I just keep pissin’ them off
I got movies to make
I got women to call
I got deals on the table
I can’t be dealin’ with y’all
(Nigga)
Rather crash parties and burn money
And if you pick the ashes up you still can’t earn from me
Bottom line is, I never wait in line bitch
And I’m rollin’ King Kush, I’m your Royal Highness

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]