
Rotating Valets (DJ Breakem Off Mix) Big K.R.I.T. (Ft. Bun B & Wiz Khalifa)
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[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Clear the runway baby
I get money from Sunday to Sunday lady
Ohh behave I'm young, rich famous
Grinding, keep my pockets on Schwarzenegger
O.G in my Swisher so my blunt taste flavored, don't it?
Ya'll niggas can get if you want it
Tryna catch a flight?
I'm in the back seat playing X Box, car service just chillin'
[Verse 2: Big KRIT]
Now this could be one of those days
I chop on my blades, leave my worries behind
Just pretend that I’m paid
Do it big, do it large, on the boulevard
Get a sense of success, pushin' candy cars
I did some thangs for that Chevy mayne
Restored the frame, blew the brains, out on everything
I ain’t ashamed, scooped my dame cause she down to roll
Since way before, don’t touch my screens or my radio
She know the score
[Hook:]
I'm rollin up another one
Starring out this window, window, window, windowwww
They tellin me to change how I'm livin', but its all I know
I'm seen in every city on my way out to another one, another one, another one, another ooonne
You find me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh
Clear the runway baby
I get money from Sunday to Sunday lady
Ohh behave I'm young, rich famous
Grinding, keep my pockets on Schwarzenegger
O.G in my Swisher so my blunt taste flavored, don't it?
Ya'll niggas can get if you want it
Tryna catch a flight?
I'm in the back seat playing X Box, car service just chillin'
[Verse 2: Big KRIT]
Now this could be one of those days
I chop on my blades, leave my worries behind
Just pretend that I’m paid
Do it big, do it large, on the boulevard
Get a sense of success, pushin' candy cars
I did some thangs for that Chevy mayne
Restored the frame, blew the brains, out on everything
I ain’t ashamed, scooped my dame cause she down to roll
Since way before, don’t touch my screens or my radio
She know the score
[Hook:]
I'm rollin up another one
Starring out this window, window, window, windowwww
They tellin me to change how I'm livin', but its all I know
I'm seen in every city on my way out to another one, another one, another one, another ooonne
You find me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh
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