Wiz Khalifa — Good Dank

[Intro] Yeah Ten steps ahead of these niggas That's why they fuck with me instead of these niggas Fool Kush and orange juice, nigga I'm tryna use better words... Bitch Jerm on the boards This time around we want all the money You niggas short changin' and shit Show somethin' Champagne and E-Z widers Presidential views [Verse 1] I keeps it real, nothin' like you actors do Joints I flick Bomb raps I kicks off Can't rip this off Tag on your mattress, fool You'd rather be high This that shit, bitch Now you in the presence of the fly Louis cover my eyes Not them hundred dollar Ray-Bans Fam, these 675 Rap ass niggas tellin you lies Runnin' game, some things money just can't disguise That's why keepin' it G is where I keep my pride You a lame, cause I'm good wit a couple niggas who ride Look fella Trees yellin' Just by the smell you can tell us Chronic I smoke hella My pockets want mozzarella Your bitch here twistin' up like propellers Got my paper right Now we like white boy hair the way they jeal-ous [Hook] When we come we came to spend money We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin' their hoes She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank Then go back to my place don't ask you already know Ain't worried 'bout another nigga While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like time is on my side But they don't wanna see me fly They don't wanna see me fly The life is all I know To live this way, I chose Grindin' paid its toll Oh, oh Now everywhere I go I fly [Verse 2] Most of my bitches use and abuse These niggas, call it making 'em pay they dues Spendin' all your hard-earned money on bags and shoes When all they really need is kush and orange juice Shit, that's what I feed 'em They download my songs Watch my interviews and read 'em Treat her like you love her I fuck her once then I don't need her I'm playin' I keep a couple of them skinnies That I hit up anytime I'm in they city Shorty, I ain't on no sports team, but ya nigga ballin Don't pick up my line less I see its money callin' Jordan shorts by the pair and my socks is Ralph Lauren And I got that there from my nigga down New Orleans Real as they come, every one of my niggas all in Niggas'll talk slick, but me I'm gettin to the paper Cause they see us and act like they never hated Gang, gang [Hook] When we come we came to spend money We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin their hoes She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank Then go back to my place don't ask you already know Ain't worried 'bout another nigga While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like time is on my side But they don't wanna see me fly They don't wanna see me fly The life is all I know To live this way, I chose Grindin' paid its toll Oh, oh Now everywhere I go I fly [Outro] Taylor gang in this bitch you a fool Big bags of kush, put a x in the middle Add the orange juice nigga