Ozs & Lbs Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Berner & Chevy Woods)
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[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah nigga, I only fuck with a certain type of niggas man
One hundred, ayy Drew put some delay on my voice
Put some reverb on there and turn me up, uh
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Niggas got it fucked up
Probably thinking its a game
I might smile a lot
But I ain't playing with 'em
I'm up at eight, I work all night
I'm rolling weed, I'm on the flight
Soon as I land I'm gonna write
I'm on the grind
40 hours, 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros
Flying all around the world
Like I'm a fucking hero
Pouring it straight out a bottle
That's how we drink Cliquot
And we all from the same hood
That's why we feel the same thing
Like say if one of our pockets hurting
We all gon' feel the same pain
Always smoking out the car service
Police escorting, not at all nervous
We the bomb, search us
Penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it
Old school backseat, with the stash in it
Big joint, OG mixed with hash 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 gon' last at all
Yeah nigga, I only fuck with a certain type of niggas man
One hundred, ayy Drew put some delay on my voice
Put some reverb on there and turn me up, uh
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Niggas got it fucked up
Probably thinking its a game
I might smile a lot
But I ain't playing with 'em
I'm up at eight, I work all night
I'm rolling weed, I'm on the flight
Soon as I land I'm gonna write
I'm on the grind
40 hours, 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros
Flying all around the world
Like I'm a fucking hero
Pouring it straight out a bottle
That's how we drink Cliquot
And we all from the same hood
That's why we feel the same thing
Like say if one of our pockets hurting
We all gon' feel the same pain
Always smoking out the car service
Police escorting, not at all nervous
We the bomb, search us
Penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it
Old school backseat, with the stash in it
Big joint, OG mixed with hash 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 gon' last at all
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