Goin’ Places Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Mac Miller)

[Intro: Fast Eddie & Wiz Khalifa]
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Fast Eddie, Mac Miller, Wiz Khalifa, nigga (Yeah)
Turn this shit the fuck up, nigga (Uh)
You know how we fuckin' do
Live from the 412 (Uh)
Crazy 8’s, bitch

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Late nights, chillin', money stackin' to the ceilin'
Up a couple hundred, tryna get it to a million
Rosé spillin', already high but I'm good weed twistin'
Niggas got game thanks to me, no need to mention
Automatic start, no keys when I enter
Them youngins take notes
These hoes take pictures, jaunt me at my shows
Wanna see if I know 'em off Twitter
I'm sorry, baby, it's highly unlikely like me in some Nike's
Get money every day, I'm poppin' bottles nightly
Louie be carry on, I travel lightly
Promoters throw me OZ's, they think of us highly
If I'm in it that mean it's custom prolly
Plus my ho exotic, smokin' kush that come from Cali
The best in it
Come to that shit, don't question it
You know I got it
Say they tired I get it streets but they've been waitin' for it
Just left the dealer so that's prolly what they hatin' for
Uh, look at the wrist, they got me taken for it
When they walk, money talks, I just can't ignore it
See a piece of pie and think how I could make it more
My cake enormous, my paper gorgeous