Wiz Khalifa - G Shyt Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - G Shyt Lyrics:

Adjust my louie v vision, follow up in the spot
As long as me and my gang get in
Hey nigger I came with came to spend chips
On popping champagne and tipping waitresses
G'd up, what you think this is?
Quit your feet up, it's the fast life mama speed up
… the corp, roll the weed up
Nowadays and fuck them with bar
Still nothing changed but the horses in my car
Usually ain't in to showing hoes where I live
But tonight we gonna go to my crib
Be on your toes, your boy …smell the weed on your clothes
He don't know what I did, chop you off at you …
… plus your nigger calling, think he starting to catch quinn
Look at your phone, press n, can't … of what he doesn't know
Plus you figure we're both grown come on

[Chorus]
Money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me
That's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
...leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you let me fill your cup then find our way home

After life I'm living, rooftop you gonna need but not killer vision
Order a few shots and them things that you say you do not
Do you prolly gonna give in
Say as long I call it statement for the mission
To get you high as you want, break dress code skip the lines to the top
Ride top down … soon as the dooby get down, roll another one
Hard as … a couple … you bring my brother one
The bitches can't roll weed, I ain't fucking with them
That's just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips
Buy the champagne and spill a well save a sip
And you're here with me in vip taking risk home girl saying shit like rose my favorite
Plus I'm rolling about this weed you ever smell
…your hair, … your nail, she under a spell

[Chorus]
Money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me
That's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
...leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you let me fill your cup then find our way home

[Chorus]
Money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me
That's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all
...leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you let me fill your cup then find our way home.