Wiz Khalifa- G’d Up
I do not own any of this music. Lyrics – Yeah, it’s Young Khalifa Man, yeah, Taylor Gang over everything Champagne, paper planes, bitch takin’ off her wedding ring Leave with us you’ll never be the same, makin’ money in major ways [Hook – Repeat X2] If I got it then I’ma spend it if I want to And pick you up anything you want too And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothin’ about us right in front of you I do all of that shit them niggas don’t do Pop another bottle, I’ma roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up, G’d up [Verse 1] Uh, big-face digits, whips ain’t rented Walk inside the bank bitch I’m Ben Frank friendly Big cake piled up on my plate shit endless Throw it in her face watch the bitch make wishes Walk inside the club, bottles of that liquor Groupies actin’ up, dyin’ to get a picture Rose and Patron, Kush be my cologne Shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled All my diamonds clean, all I count is cheese Walkin’ on a dream while you tryin’ to intervene On top of that money, them haters in-between Smokin’ sour seem you can smell it on her weave Smell it when I leave, niggas catchin’ feelings OG Kush prescription keep me way over the buildin’ Ridin’ in my ride, bangin’ in my system High as Whitney tryin’ to find a way to get a million [Hook – Repeat X2] If I got it then I’ma spend it if I want to And pick you up anything you want too And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothin’ about us right in front of you I do all of that shit them niggas don’t do Pop another bottle, I’ma …
