Back better than ever Ask me what I’m doing, I’ve been stacking, autographing Smoking tree with your girlfriend if she let us Making sure my bags packed for any weather Tighten up, your team starting to let up A (?) need to get it together I remember there was days I wasn’t able to change clothes Now I never wear the same clothes Same goes for my bad bitch, rich and her accent thick But her ass aint, she’ll carry my last name Still a step I’ll never miss, I’m on this cash chase Ballin’ off the glass change Jordan, me and my gang running the game You n-ggas just tryna find what the score is I can hear that money callin’ Aint in the position you’re in, can’t ignore it I’m all in
And they sayin’ that we changed Homie, they don’t know as much as they think they know (as much as they think they know) And you know I love to stay with you But I gotta go, baby I hear that paper callin’ (Paper callin’, paper callin’) Another day, another plane Baby girl, I hear that paper calling (Paper callin’, paper callin’) I’m going out the door as soon as that paper call (Paper call, paper call)
Now i don’t mean to be rude But every since I ran into you I’ve been thinking about things I wanna do I told you I’ve got a room, well You said you tryna come through And if ya girl trippin’ than bring her too
Cause I, I aint gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Cause I, I aint gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long
One for the money, two for the show Three rooms, four chicks who brought pounds to smoke Five times in your city, now your town should know Six bottles waiting, Seven time And you know me, I’m VIP smoking tropical Love the way my diamond shining like Mop and Go
Take off, take off She ready for take off The more you wear to the club the more you gotta take off
And I live fast like the brakes off Bigger cake in my bank bitch, bake-off Your pockets on E, weight loss My goons on top of the beef, steak sauce And when I’m in the club I blind them hoes like Ray Charles Used to be your old lady but you got laid off
Take off, take off She ready for take off The more you wear to the club the more you gotta take off
Now i don’t mean to be rude But every since I ran into you I’ve been thinking about things I wanna do I told you I’ve got a room, well You said you tryna come through And if ya girl trippin’ than bring her too
Cause I, I aint gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Cause I, I aint gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long
Yeah, it's Young Khalifa Man, yeah, Taylor Gang over everything Champagne, paper planes, bitch takin' off her wedding ring Leave with us you'll never be the same, makin' money (in major ways..?)
Hook - (Wiz Khalifa) (Repeat X2)
If I got it then Im'a spend it if I want to And pick you up anything you want too And nah, I ain't gotta say nothin' about us right in front of you I do all of that shit them niggas don't do Pop another bottle, Im'a roll this weed up, I'm so G'd up
Verse 1 - (Wiz Khalifa)
Uh, big-face digits, whips ain't rented Walk inside the bank bitch I'm Ben Frank friendly Big cake piled up on my plate shit endless Throw it in her face watch the bitch make wishes Walk inside the club, bottles of that liquor Groupies actin' up, dyin' to get a picture Rose and Patron, Kush be my cologne Shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled All my diamonds clean, all I count is cheese Walkin' on a dream while you tryin' to intervene On top of that money, them haters in-between Smokin' sour (seem..?) you can smell it on her weave Smell it when I leave, niggas catchin' feelings OG Kush prescription keep me way over the buildin' Ridin' in my ride, bangin' in my system High as Whitney tryin' to find a way to get a million
Hook - (Wiz Khalifa) (Repeat X2)
If I got it then Im'a spend it if I want to And pick you up anything you want too And nah, I ain't gotta say nothin' about us right in front of you I do all of that shit them niggas don't do Pop another bottle, Im'a roll this weed up, I'm so G'd up
Verse 2 - (Wiz Khalifa)
Uh, know I'm smokin' sour you can smell it down the hall Learned this as a youngin', what you sell could get you far Captain of my team, tell you how to ball Ain't a game I put that on my marijuana jar Breakfast on the plane, smell like alcohol Diamonds in my chain, muscle in my car Live a movie scene, hundred-dollar jeans Pocket full'a benji's give them 20's to my broad Always on my job, been about my business Killin' all these rappers off now can I get a witness? Lyin' to the judge, flyin' to the club Chopper play the barber came to line a nigga up Heavy in the game, still ain't had enough We takin' all your bitches and buyin' all the drugs Couple thousand for the Louis lining in my tub G'd up from my feet up (... ... ...?)
Hook - (Wiz Khalifa) (Repeat X2)
If I got it then Im'a spend it if I want to And pick you up anything you want too And nah, I ain't gotta say nothin' about us right in front of you I do all of that shit them niggas don't do Pop another bottle, Im'a roll this weed up, I'm so G'd up
[intro] Hey, dont trip, bitch matter fact I got something you can trip on gonna need your expensive luggage for this one
[Hook] I might be with my girl but you can bring your girls too and we can do all the kinky things you think you aint supposed to I’ll take you out this world and we can’t get commercial see I’ma need privacy its obvious you aint learn so, I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] And she dug my chain Love my swag, how I does my thang Love my slang, talk just like me Say she proud to be taylor gang (taylor gang?) man I’m paid tell the waitress bring more champagne I done made what you tryin to get and my style is sick cause im taylor made
got no time to waste, see its like we in a race all the bitches in this club that would die to take your place girl they call me mr space, and I can let you taste but you been on the ground for so long I can teach you to fly
[Hook]
[Verse 2] I’ll take you all the around the world if we do some things you can get your wings (hey) I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go private beaches in the sand, Paris, France, Tokyo
we party, we live it, we party, we live it, we party, we live it that good life, I’m gettin it, I’m gravy no show unless the club owner pays me Red Bull lil Goose got her crazy no wheels, the girls wanna kick it where the planes be but we fly-y-y I can take you somewhere in the sky (girl) got chicks in the cabin, laughing, autograph em, let her call me captain aint just at home, I get love anywhere that we go, I’m always on the road, my bank got a lot of zeros I’m tellin ya I got all of this paper no one to spend it on lately and you’ve been on the ground for so long I’ma teach you to fly
[Hook]
[Outro] I’ll take you all the around the world (I can teach you to fly) I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go (I can teach you to fly, I can teach you to fly) Ill take you all the around the world (I can teach you to fly) I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go
I dream of cush blunts, hot fashion and females She never smoked one below way the weed smells Pistols in the front, chopper on the back porch Lord knows I wanna teach him but he asked for … words, let my money do the talking I think the game needs some change like you kill for parking We're to blame, you motherfuckers ground control We escape, skip the rates, pick a cloud and go My … bow ratio, bisexual, bad everything I want soon as I let them know I snap my fingers and God wild be there to … Call me the deep and you try and sing like the London Bridge Big city smoke problems, hate me cause I get a plate off it What are they starving? Where I'm at? … say you got another question, … it Ask me if I'm falling Wow.
WIZ KHALIFA - Black And Yellow (G-Mix)Feat. Snoop Dogg, Juicy J & T-Pain
[Wiz Khalifa] Yea, Uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow [x4] Yea, Uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow [x4]
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Everything I do, I do it big Yeah, uh huh, screaming that’s nothing What I pulled off the lot, that’s stunting Rapping my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow [x4] I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I’m in Black and yellow [x4]
[Snoop Dogg] Big Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa see on the West Coast I’m the big Chief-a The grim reaper, maybe that bring me that, yellow lack stealer logo in the back we banging out, that Taylor gang dub to your face baby till ya say my name dont get your clique served so much Black and Yellow you would think I’m from Pittsburgh Intern, get yearn
[Chorus]
[Juicy J] I’ma bumblebee lit up like a crime tree drinking Hennessey, I’m from Tennessee Juicy J make their way on their own two quarter mill for the Phantom, bitch I own you and that go for every G that I’m f-cking with Black and Yellow bitches all around me, yeah I did in the hearse, gotta get that reimbursed on the pills and that purple pint of Surp and I stay Louie down to the socks Range, and watch, weed and glock fiends to pop my fans roll with them rubber-band knots I’m getting old but them rubber bands not n-gga
[Chorus]
[T-Pain] Catch me in my Lamborghini (Black and Yellow, black and yellow) I can rock it on the beat or A-Capella, A-Capella sideways in the turning lane fire flame I be burning man Teddy Pain bout to hurt the game took a break for a while I’ve been learning things I learned how to tell a n-gga f-ck you then (Black and Yellow, black and yellow) All I do is f-cking win I told y’all, told y’all and now I’m on you thought it was over you thought I was gone I’m going in, you dont’ have to let me, have to let me back from the dead like I’m Machiavelli, Machiavelli
[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa] Black and yellow, all black and yellow see me now they treating me like I’m somebody special smoking on that good know that its me as soon as they smell it you can chill I’m the one who get it not the one who sell it grind everyday I’m ballin I cant help it n-ggas on that bullshit my pockets full of Celtics and them n-ggas hating on us give them best wishes in the club you aint even on the guest list bitch sound like you need to get your weight up go to sleep rich and count another million when I wake up they wondering how I do my thang 2 words, Taylor Gang remix g-shit the champagnes poured n-gga the weeds lit lil mama clothes fallin like the leaves in the fall aint worry bout your friends so bring em all
