[Wiz Khalifa - 1] Adjust my V vision up in the spot As long as me and my get in Every n-gga I came with, to spend chips On champagne and tipping waitresses G'd up, what you this is? Put your up, this the fast, life mama speed up Pop the cork, the weed up Nowadays ain't f-cking the bar Still nothing changed but the horses in my car Usually ain't into hoes where I live But tonight we gon' go to my Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell weed on your clothes He don't know what I did, drop you off at your Work by 8, almost 6, plus your n-gga Think he starting to wind at your phone, press end Can't him with what he doesn't know you figure we're both grown, come on
Money a thang Tell the waitress call and bring a for every n-gga that's here with me That's the kinda I'm on I'm on, G-Shit I'm on Got n-ggas weed Bitches with hands in the air Tell the DJ damn that's my I trying fall in love with you Let me fill cup then find our way home
[Wiz - Verse 2] off the life I'm living Rooftop you gonna need binocular Order a few and them things that you say you do not do You probably give in Say it's wrong, I call it a for the mission To get you high as you want, dress code the line to the front Ride top down, the skunk, soon as the dooby get down Roll one ? a couple of you, my brother one The bitches can't roll weed, I f-cking with them That's just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all paid trips Buy the champagne and it, we don't save a sip And you here with me in VIP risk girl saying shit like "Rose my favorite" Plus I'm rolling up all weed you ever smell Weed in hair, weed in your nail, she under a spell
x2] Money a thang the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's here with me That's the kinda I'm on G-Shit I'm on, I'm on Got rolling weed with their hands in the air Tell the DJ that's my song I ain't trying in love with you Let me fill cup then find our way home