Wiz Khalifa



Shake’n bake
Nigga ain’t doin’ nothing, just sittin’ here and swaggin
It’s easy though
It’s easy to not give a fuck

Verse 1

Fresh outta first class
Fresh outta purp nap
My outfit straight outta hearse
So fresh to death
My car from overseas
The steering wheel on the other side
I’m givin’ it
All I got is smokin’ what’s left
So much money on weed
So much smoke in my chest
I take the lessons I learned
And put ’em all in my flesh
Tatted, got a strong weed habit
Going hard, could have sworn you niggas had it
Buying champagne, what the tab is
We order more drinks, bring the cabs in
Rip up jeans, call it fashion
A lot of cash and a lot of grass
You niggas broke, you ain’t gotta pass
Chanel bags and them Prada tags
Spendin’ stash, you ain’t gotta stack
Young and rich, don’t know how to act
As the wheels keep spinnin’ and my joint keep burning
And my team keep winnin’


Roll up, whats the hold up
Roll up, whats the hold up

Verse 2

Thinking of some shit, that rap taught me
Sittin’ in a whip, that rap bought me
Look at all the things, that I’m affording
My nigga mean I’m ballin’ like a sports team
You doin’ some shit, you think is flossin’
I was doing that back, when I was fourteen
Gettin’ it, buying the most, flippin’ it
Sixteen, time to pay rent in this bitch
I wasn’t even thinking of making millions
I was just thinking smokin’ and chillin’
And trying to pay the bills
Try get my mom out of this building
And I got my mom out of this building
I never took a hand out
Matter fact I put my hand in
Now everything you see is planned by me
Boss of my own shit, Taylor Gang Ent
Nothing but that cali strong
Gettin’ blown by the pound, bitch TNT


Roll up, whats the hold up
Roll up, whats the hold up

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