Wiz Khalifa — Talk to Ya

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah So I seen her from afar I'm sayin to her, "come over to the car" and she said... "You some kind of star", I'm like "naw naw naw, chill chill" K'naw sayin, that's that name, figured I'd put a little bit of this game all in her brain, told her i ain't gone hold you Damn sure ain't tryna control you, but I'll mold you Ya dug? She looked at me like she ain't believe me, so i figure I show you [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Uh, said she never felt like this before When I'm home we get it on. I'm on the road, she miss the ball And you thick for sure, know how to work them hips right Level with my swisher says, I show her how to twist right And when I gotta make moves, she keeps her lips tight Know that money gotta stack, so she let me get right And that sex get good on the late night Nothin but thumbs up like a hitch hike Yes I'm the shit like you ain't never heard of And you know how I do, act like you don't but now i learn ya I'm talking about teaching ya, how about schoolin ya Go and do your thang, gimme brains, I'll tutor ya Fuckin' wit them lames, a real nigga's somethin new to ya Now you tellin all your friends what I do to ya But it's cool, ya know? I leave her spine broke When I'm up inside, make her breath and hit a high note Like... [Interlude: Kev da Hustla] Yeah So I'm standin on the corner Shorty ride through She pushed the whip, like ya know? Me and my nigga Wiz Blowing on that good, I'm like... "We gotta stop shawty" See... jump out Yeah [Verse 2: Kev da Hustla] And now I approached her, like "what's your name?" You get the picture shawty, I really like your frame That Coke bottle shape and them Asian eyes You half black, half you ain't gotta tell the guy You shouldn't wonder why I approached ya I wanna get to know ya but i ain't tryin to hold you Back from all your dreams and high hopes You smell that mami, yeah that's real smoke Listen i got plans too, you know how your man do I'll get ghost before I try to cuff hands boo You in the latest, yeah, that's my favorite Room lit like Vegas, he point like painting Mami body amazing, lights off, no cable I found out she a mind freak like Criss Angel Bed, broken tables, giving her all she handles I swear to God, the room sounded like this damn sample [Interlude: Wiz Khalifa] Yes, so I seen my man Kev Tha Hustla over there on somethin' bad I mean bad So I mean, I finish rollin' up my ray Hop out the car, I see a couple of little ones over there lookin' kind of lonely Ya dug? I'm sayin' I catch me one, she looking at me I see her smilin' and all that Like she know who a nigga is So you know what i do, I walk straight up to her like... [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] Ay ay, shawty I just wanna talk to ya Usually keep it moving but I had to stop for ya And let you know anything less than me is not for ya No time to waste but got patience like a doctor do And this may be a lot for you So why don't you fall in, hit some of this weed and soak it all in Got game like the ball in And we ballin, goin state to state call me Rawlings Look darling, I ain't tryna start nothing She laughed and said "ain't you some kinda star or somethin?" I'm like nah, I'm playin with you, ma, I'm frontin They call me young Wiz, now get up in my car or somethin We could talk about your day while I'm cigar stuffin Here's my phone, give me a number that I can call or something Get you back to your crib and have them walls jumpin Screamin' at the top of your lungs like...