Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa - G Shit lyrics
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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.