Top Songs By Wiz Khalifa
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Vocals
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Lexus Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lex Luger
Producer
Lyrics
Yessir, yessir
We getting money mane
Yessir
We trippy, mane
Wiz Khalifa, mane, Juicy J
Let's go
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, get up
Foreign cars, that's e'ry day
A million off a tour, that's e'ry day
A hundred broads, that's e'ry day
Getting this money, living large in e'ry way
(Smoking dope) that's e'ry day
(Run through your door) that's e'ry day
(Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day
(Get money more) that's e'ry day
(Smoking dope) that's e'ry day
(Run through your door) that's e'ry day
(Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day
(Get money more) that's e'ry day
Rapping ass nigga
There go Wiz, he a rapping ass nigga
I'm in a Benz getting brain from a centerpiece
Before you can mention my name, I need ten at least
I know they hate 'cause of the paper that a nigga see
Light a J and say a prayer for my enemies, yeah
Made men, bunch of made ass niggas
When you paid then you with some paid ass niggas
I heard that money grow on trees so I grew one
Left my old bitch at home got a new one
Said that I quit drinking but I'm back at it
I said that I quit drinking but I'm back at it
Your bitch leaving with us nigga that's tragic
The roof go in the trunk, that's magic
She rolling weed and she don't even smoke
Come to your job and make it flood bet you gone need a boat
Foreign cars, that's e'ry day
A million off a tour, that's e'ry day
A hundred broads, that's e'ry day
Getting this money, living large, in e'ry way
(Smoking dope) that's e'ry day
(Run through your door) that's e'ry day
(Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day
(Get money more) that's e'ry day
(Smoking dope) that's e'ry day
(Run through your door) that's e'ry day
(Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day
(Get money more) that's e'ry day
I'm 20 years in and I still win
Hanging with the Taylor's drinking gin and I'm dancing
Sunday I will ride the Bugatti, monday I ride Benz
Any chick and all of her friends you know I'm tossing (tossing)
Money spent (you know it) little money folded (you know it)
You got one crib (you know it) Juicy got four (you know it)
Only clubs that I like gotta have poles (you know it)
Only fuck with model chick, but I play with hoes (you know it)
My mansion sitting on 40 acres, who the neighbors? (Woo)
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper (let's get it)
And I still mob through the hood, I don't need no waivers (yes sir)
'Cause if you niggas getting wrong, I'ma see you later (blow)
Foreign cars, that's e'ry day
A million off a tour, that's e'ry day
A hundred broads, that's e'ry day
Getting this money, living large in e'ry way
(Smoking dope) that's e'ry day
(Run through your door) that's e'ry day
(Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day
(Get money more) that's e'ry day
(Smoking dope) that's e'ry day
(Run through your door) that's e'ry day
(Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day
(Get money more) that's e'ry day
Writer(s): Jordan Houston
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