Wiz Khalifa Ft. Chevy Woods & Berner - Ozs & Lbs Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa Ft. Chevy Woods & Berner - Ozs & Lbs Lyrics

niggas got it fucked up, prolly thinking it’s a game
i’m …smiling lot, but i ain’t playing with them
i’m up all day i work all night
i roll a weed, i’m on a flight
soon as a land, i’m gonna write, i’m on the grind
40 … 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros
flying all around the world like i’m a fucking hero
pouring it straight out the bottle that’s how we drink clicko
and we all from the same hood, that’s why we feel the same thing
… one of our pockets hurting, we all gonna feel the same pain
eyes smoking out the car service, police escorting, now the dawg nervous
we the bomb searchers, penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it
old school back seat with a stash in it
big joint og, mixed with has in it
and it’s tgod you niggas last minute
your flow last year, the swag last fall
you just the last place, you ain’t gonna last at all

you niggas want kush we got ounces
you niggas want cookies we got pounds
you niggas want kush we got ounces
you niggas want cookies we got pounds
you know it’s taylor gang or die, haha, word

ah, fresh out the spot where they selling
you gotta pay them the coop
ain’t no rules out this motherfucker
who sold you that book
bitch we down when it’s cracking
around my way and you know that
can get more than i ever asked
so be afraid of the go back
yeah i’m talk and i’m cool moving
no cameras, respect the shooters
i’m out on this money train,
you don’t know about hustle, do you
it’s everything in or nothing
bitch you know how i get down
you wasn’t mad at me before
so why is you mad at me now?
the alcohol got you talking
you do the same things and the cops
know conversation know where we playing
only for money calls only
that mean i can’t deal with them old games that you tryna kick
this ain’t shinobi
i told her baby you thirsty, she responded i’m cool
said your wrist it’s got water, i told her bitch it’s a pool
feel me gang now, but concrete dive in first
but if you owe me money, i need my …first

you niggas want kush we got ounces
you niggas want cookies we got pounds
you niggas want kush we got ounces
you niggas want cookies we got pounds
aha, what you got in your bad … bra?
the same shit, new bitch with me
box money… 50
i’m running through the stop lights, late night
i told baby girl get your cake right
that kush doesn’t taste right
we take it to the hand, all you smell is …
and cookie smoke in the benz
where my roof go, i stack up quick, while they move slow
white girls in my room, i’m smoking while they do blow
plus life, no crushed ice, … my bookie love life
but fuck it, i like to blow cash, i … it’s nothing
2 first class flights to the function
20… a hundred 20 grand, in the city where them pretty girls dance
and them plans grow, in the warehouse, skinny cash
if you pass me bullshit, i’ma laugh, i’m the man, no lie baby

you niggas want kush we got ounces
you niggas want cookies we got pounds
you niggas want kush we got ounces
you niggas want cookies we got pounds.

Wiz Khalifa Ft. Chevy Woods & Berner - Ozs & Lbs Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - Prince Of The City Freestyle Lyrics

If you a rat or you a snitch
You shouldn’t listen to this
If you aint talking Pittsburgh
If you aint mention the prince
Im sick with the spit
You pissed I get chips for this shit
This for my homies that be OT whip full of bricks
Im on another level, dudes gotta catch up to my ride
Im ahead of my time
Im a threat to you guys, why?
I’m still a student, yet im fluent with my rhymes
Still that best of that good shit, professional hood sh-t
Bill Gates cake, I wont settle for hood rich
I’m fresh ‘cus we dont sound like that other bullsh-t
My team hustle, no days off
And weigh so much salt? that you might have to take a snow day off
You aint coming close to mine, if the cops bring a snitch about you
Me on my worst day is what you pricks amount to
Talk slick like the life we cant get about you
And have dirt on you like i have some sh-t about you
See Wiz Khalifa’s like a teacher i could show you to
A spliff of reefer got me somewhere high up in the mountains
You claim to be S-T-A-R-S
But like your under 21 you cant f–k with my bars
Ask about me the streets think im the youngest in charge
Pimp too, leave the club with a truck full of broads
And if its on then im crushing them all
You n–gas prolly right, when you say that I aint f–king wit’ cha’ ‘yall, dog
I’m on a paper chase, moving unit state to state
So I let the haters hate, got about a cake to make
Money on the mind, moving at a greater pace
Hungry on the grind and I aint eating of a paper plate
I need the finer things, came up on the rhyming game
Now they listening, take his picture in them designer frames
And they come with success some n–gas gotta hate
I see you playin with me, its different, its not a game
I’m moving heavy in the trenches
Best flow, back dow (door)
When I knock any n–ga senseless
I dont do much, smoke about a blunt or two or three
Gonna take more than a few bars to get through to me

yeah im the prince
thas what it is man
show and prove man
thats the name of the game
show and prove man

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]

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]

Wiz Khalifa - Know Your Name Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - Know Your Name Lyrics

Um, it’s hardly a secret
you aint gon stop tryna get where you going until you reach it
always had them bars back in the day
when the same ones running up on you wasn’t speaking
look at all your achievements
you work hard so it’d be kinda hard not to believe that
you party every weekend (weekend)
f-ck em all who act like they aint see it then
all them nights on the plane
buses n-gga too, had to charge it to the game
always want to start em in the fame
learn to out smart em
and now it aint no stopping the champagne from poppin’
the draws from droppin’
us seeing muscle cars and coppin’ em
started off just a little less popular

Now you got a new place
you drive a new car
you stop all the cameras than life like a superstar
don’t care what they say
you reach for the stars
got everything you always dreamed or thought about
and everyone knows who you are

Never gets boring
and haters in your face you just ignore ‘em
don’t know what they talking sh-t for
seems n-ggas get there’s you just tryna get yours
therefore, you left all the people you care for
hopped on a plane and got airborn
seen all the bullsh-t and fell for it
but it’s all good now
cause the same ones that talk sh-t telling everyone you made it
then you start seein’ hoes you dated
then thoughts started getting jaded
now your life’s sort of different aint it
(?) scars what your paint is
but was it all worth, it’s just painless
say you wanna be famous

Now you got a new place
you drive a new car
you stop all the cameras than life like a superstar
don’t care what they say
you reach for the stars
got everything you always dreamed or thought about
and everyone knows who you are

are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
who you are
are, are, are, are, are, are, are,
are, are, are, are, are, are, are
who you are

Always knew I was this good
but never knew I’d be this good
them n-ggas just startin’ I’ve been doing it
hear em talk but they aint living my life
in the dark tryna get in my life
but chances I don’t ‘em, dodge twice
spendin’ grands for hoes, this is the high life
and for the camera’s posing this the high life
bottles raising for my n-ggas not here
I pour out a couple sips
blew em on the beach, I smoke for you on my trips
them days I was younger I knew this life was the sh-t
but never like this
it’s so amazing, we aint gotta duck shots
we just pour and chase ‘em
aint worry bout it, cause they gon hate
know where I’m going, look where I came from.