Wiz Khalifa Ft. Pharrell, Tuki Carter & Amber Rose - Rise Above Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa Ft. Pharrell, Tuki Carter & Amber Rose - Rise Above Lyrics

you want it dog, from seeing me go so hard
i got a motor baby, smoke, puffin, stickin on me job
but instead, they hatin on what i been doing
having conversations, in my face,
bout what i’ should do for em
but i’ve a doobie rolled, and i’m dropin weed on em
packin my bags, looks like i’m staying for weeks
but be gone in the morning, if the flight is private
wes probablys aboard it, you see it, you like it?
i can probably afford it,
if niggas really felt so tight in the way and bout the shit i’m doing
you picked a crazy time to start letting me now
cause jealousy and envy, that’s a trick for mostly bitches
not a man so you ain’t one if you letting it show

(chorus)
cause the moneys like the weed, how we letting it grow
and i aint holding on to shit, i’m letting it go
started smoking now we
all in the paper plane
all in the paper plane
all of us getting payed

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Wiz Khalifa - Never Been Part II ft. Amber Rose & Rick Ross Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - Never Been Part II ft. Amber Rose & Rick Ross Lyrics:

Hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it’s a lot
Really it’s not, to me, now grab some weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up, cause all these niggas slow
I prob’ly won’t be up in there if I ain’t got an O
Now I got my feet up cause I’m on top and niggas hoping that I stop
But I’m just smoking living life like in the movies that I watch
In my Jacuzzi roll another doobie
See what’s new what’s on Netflix, order another movie
See I’m smoking my best shit
Mo’fuckers ain’t balling, so they’re seeing the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I’m up next
Dawg I be going so hard, some say I’m needing some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs, it beat on my chest
And niggas talk but don’t even beat on them jets
Man they don’t even see them checks
But you tell her how I spit it, nigga I’ll be dead dough
Take her all the places that she ain’t even gone

[Hook: Amber Rose]
(Don’t give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I’ve never been, this far
And fuck that other shit that niggas talking about
I’ve never been, this high

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m in my grandnanny, smoking on that granddaddy
They got her older, like a motor running fantastic
Never the minor things, finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings, bought me designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves, moving like the mob
I’m getting money, so maybe baby come get a job
So fuck them other bitches, we onto other business
And fuck them other niggas, we at them dollar figures
Versace chains, go rollies, it’s same game
Racked up, shawty Rose bottles every day
Sipping that purple stuff, twisting the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari, this bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches, another crook in the castle
Only fuck with my niggas, pray that we all living lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
I pray we all living so lavish