Talk to Ya Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Chevy Woods)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah
So I seen her from afar
I'm sayin to her, "come over to the car" and she said...
"You some kind of star", I'm like "naw naw naw, chill chill"
K'naw sayin, that's that name, figured I'd put a little bit of this game all in her brain, told her I ain't gone hold you
Damn sure ain't tryna control you, but I'll mold you
Ya dug?
She looked at me like she ain't believe me, so i figure I show you

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, said she never felt like this before
When I'm home we get it on, I'm on the road, she miss the boy
And you thick for sure, know how to work them hips right
Love rolling my Swisher since I showed her how to twist right
And when I gotta make moves, she keep her lips tight
Know that money gotta stack, so she let me get right
And that sex get good on a late night
Nothing but thumbs up like a hitch hike
Yes I'm the shit like you ain't ever heard of
And you know how I do, act like you don't then I'll learn ya
I'm talking 'bout teaching ya, how 'bout schooling ya
Go and do your thang, gimme brains, I'll tutor ya
Fuckin' with them lames, a real nigga's something new to ya
Now you telling all your friends what I do to ya
But it's cool, ya know? I leave her spine broke
When I'm up inside, make her breath and hit a high note like...