Wiz Khalifa

[Intro:] N***a all I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I'm a mot*****in' I'm a mot*****in' [Hook:] All I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I'm a mot*****in' Taylor I'm a mot*****in' Taylor All I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I'm a mot

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] Long money, hopes and dreams Always be around them n-ggas wit paper but got your own money It's yo world, buy this drink for you girl You said tell the DJ play this song for me Heres my number case you ever need company Better

"Up In It" [Intro:] Damn, we back in business [Verse 1:] Uh, wakin' up the neighbors, you could hear the headboard shakin' I'll leave all of your body parts achin' Speedin' up the pace while I look right into your face You tell me that's that go

I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl You think she my newest bitch, she my old girl Khalifa, a younger n-gga who handle his Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is Boss shit, look that up n-gga, I handle biz On fire, like a candle is N-ggas b

Wiz Khalifa - Brainstorm I'm cool with the new me Some n*ggas told me they wish I'd go back to the old me But don't even know me! Cause I be on some rich n*gga sh*t Guess they comfortable with the broke me I blow by the O.Z But you knew that and all

With the hunger of a Chris Wallace back in '94 I like to welcome y'all to rock with PG's young ball From the bottom of the pot, yea I'm the Pitts of the Burgh With the kids on the curb, and small time, is pitching the herb I'm back, and those who did

The world turning, the weed burning Them haters talking, I keep earning Know some who say that life's a bitch, well, I'ma keep flirting And fuck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases Old folks jock my car 'cause they know just what this is N

Run it... I don't know what's going on About this feeling You got me feeling Cause every time I try to leave I'm right back again And I ain't going nowhere You got me walking on the ceiling So when the times get hard And the nights you're all alone O

Yeahh...[mumbling]....kid frankie! [Verse 1:] I live life sucka free Thats why them niggas you be wit, talk down like they don't fuck wit me I get money realistically And the homies show me love Groupies wanna leave tha club wit me Aint nothin to a G

All I ever wanted was lights, camera, action People staring at night cameras flashin Living the movie now be prepared to see the last scene All I want is the pretty woman for the casting Wanna confront him, put your money where your mask is You a chu

I got so much I got so much I got so much I got so much Oh, still the same nigga Still walking all upon your all airplane with all my gang members Selling like, money and champagne Part of my campaign I'm f*cking rich my nigga Some things I can't cha

"No Limit" [Hook:] We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?) We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you

stu - wiz khalifa get higher get higher get higher get higher get higher my jeans cost a thousand my whip from the old school nothin' but bosses around us and you ain't got no pool so much champagne, i drowned in it og, rolled a pound of it keep it g

i'mma smoke a trippy stick on this one hash oil.. roll a joint, roll another one when it's all said and done i'll be at the top bitch cause i hustle a lot them cars, been pulling em off the lot don't even test drive it before i cop just ordered a yac

Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard I'ma go hard or I'ma go home I haven't been there you know in so long So goodbye Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard I'ma go hard or I'ma go home I haven't been there you know in so long So goodbye I worked for

(Intro) Uh-uh Yeah bitch! Haha That's what I like to call... My type of shit! (Verse 1) Yeah, forward progression niggas got it backwards I'm relevant but nothing like you other rappers You see I fuck with trap niggas because really, I'm the only one

Hol' up hol' up, Hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up Hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise Hol' up, hol' up, w

Yeah Tu-turn me up a little bit in the headphones Just a lil bit so I can hear myself Yeah... Okay It's Wiz Khalifa man Mr spacely Teach you niggas how to fly the fuck out you know I told em it's gone be a big year It's a lot of shit on my plate This

Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill Shawty-Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin on Tha Pill [Kev Tha Hustla] So Baby Come Fly Wit A Nigga Who Space Surf She Know How To Dive She Donâ€t Jump Itâ€s Face First, I Let Her Log On And Play Wit My

"Paperbond" [Intro:] Yup, yeah yeah Oh, hahahaha Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup I got enough weed to last me for the rest of my motherfuckin' life Ain't gon' ever run out Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yea