Wiz Khalifa — Mezmorized

[Intro] Its young Khalifa man Paper Plane Gang 5-0-1 young Ay, shout out to my brother Spitta, man I just wanted to say that And your bitch could see this shit from across the street, nigga It's pimpin' over here Macaroni Ta-Ha! Kush and Orange Juice, nigga What up Chevy Jerm I see you Cardo On The Beat [Verse 1] Uh, I don't love 'em I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em Smoke somethin' Go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em Niggas be pressed for pussy It ain't nothing Instead of worrying about who that bitch fuckin' Why don't you get you some money? 9 times out of 10, she see me stuntin' Game running Wanna know my hotel And who phone to ring when she coming I keep it a hundred Get love from the hoes, but it's Money over bitches Nothing above it Like the weed loud Like my engine when I speed up Bitches holding they weave Rolling trees With they pretty feets up Them suckas often imitate But they can't be us So super high Look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh Cut my speakers up Drowning out what the critics say, just Continue to smoke and remain G as fuck Polo socks match my Polo hat She leave once, it's a known fact That she ain't coming back Now Taylor Gang that [Hook] And ain't shit change But the amount of horses in my motor When I switch lanes And I beat 'em blinding With them diamonds in my big chain Heavy in the game, little homie I'm doing big things And them bitches, they mesmerized They recognize I keep it so G (I keep it so G) Get you some money, fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me) [Verse 2] I don't love 'em I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em Try to get paper How the fucker don't know shit about her I take you up where it's cloudy Ain't one them lames still rockin' Prada I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand One of my baddest bitches Rollin' up while I'm driving And she don't even smoke Just hit it once while she light it My game tight, seal and sign it Them niggas just playing Ain't really ballin' Saying they being honest Claiming that's your wife But we can't call it She all in my hotel suite At 3 in the morning Taking her clothes off Inhaling weed and coughing Ain't her first time chiefing But say she don't do this often Since I was 16 I had all the intentions to keep it G Take niggas hoes And smoke hella trees with 'em As for your team You niggas in the stands, you just lookin' I'm a pro to these rookies And the plan is still paper over... pussy [Hook] And ain't shit change But the amount of horses in my motor When I switch lanes And I beat 'em blinding With them diamonds in my big chain Heavy in the game, little homie I'm doing big things And them bitches they mesmerized They recognize I keep it so G (I keep it so G) Get you some money, fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me) [Outro] Yeah nigga, this shit just don't sound cool This what we go to sleep to, wake up to Kush and Orange Juice nigga Got your bitch cooking them cheese eggs too Got paper in my pocket Taylor Gang what's up? See y'all niggas man We done fucked over 'em this year, it's a wrap Hahahaha, yeah We don't want no more sucker shit, ever