Bout Ya’ll Wiz Khalifa

[Intro]
Hahahahahah
Yeah
Drop the top, nigga
Fuck it, roll the windows down

[Hook]
All these women
All these cars
Countin my cash
Life with the stars
Why is life this good?
Go head, go grind, go get it
Pick the manic out with it
I really don't know 'bout y'all
You know I'm fucking high
You should get with it
Life in the fast lane
Push it to the limit
Why is life this good?
Go head, go grind, go get it
Pick the manic out with it
I really don't know 'bout y'all

[Verse 1]
They say that I don't know
About being broke, no
In cities you ain't been
In places you won't go
You movin in slowmo
I'm living the fast life
Addicted since I fell for gettin this cash, like
You don't need to ask twice
You heard of the young guy
Started off small time
Now I'm alumni
Because I'm young fly (young fly)
Dumb high (dumb high)
And a flow like mine ain't easy to come by
I'm over to Cali, watching the sunrise
A meeting in New York, I'll be there by lunchtime
Then fly to Miami for the end of the night, done
If I ain't a star well then I'm livin just like one
I'm feeling just like, um, my life may be too good
So I keep it too real, god made me too hood
You thinking I fell bro? (fell bro)
Hell no (hell no)
I stick to my grind like velcro
I'm gettin'