Wiz Khalifa

Wiz Khalifa - Real Estate lyrics

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[Intro]

Ugh

ya’ll already know what it is man

If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang

Ugh, its not a problem, we spending change



[Verse 1]

Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage

they feelin ‘em at all, these niggas a mirage

handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on

niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage

cops fuck wit me hopin to get a charge

hoes leaving their man, fuckin us cause our cars

if its one thing I know, its smokin and living large

got me speedin down the interstate

see what I’m eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate

hey she fuckin me cause how I win a race

plus I aint cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake

wait I’m talkin fast car, big estate

money come in cash plus in the bank

nigga don’t believe me, throw it in your face

bitch I'm in the building like real estate



[Chorus]

They say I’m still the same

you know it aint a thang

? aint a damn thang changed

I’m gettin money, keep the champaigne coming

? aint a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha

I’m straight, when you gettin money muthafukas gonna hate

find the baddest bitch and get her number,

I dont even call her (call her, call her)

feel like a million dollars



When they make it,

they should put my face up on a million dollar bill

dollar bill, dollar bill

cause thats how I feel yup

cause thats how I feel yup

cause thats how I feel yup

cause thats how I feel yup

when they make it,

they should put my face up on a million dollar bill

dollar bill, dollar bill

cause thats how I feel yup

cause thats how I feel yup

cause thats how I feel yup

cause thats how I feel yup

hey



[Verse 2]

Ballin’s not a hobby, its my occupation

hoes on my dick, thats my confirmation

couple stars with me, thats a constelation

Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, thats my conversation

touch the pedal once, it look like I’m racing

eyes chinese, smoke like I’m jamacian,

V.I.P rollin’ doobies up and face it

12 bottles of Rose, I’m on some gang shit

gettin all the shit, cake crumblin

aint nothin, told them lil niggas I take from ‘em

laughin my all the way to the bank

tried to talk but they can’t

they just stand there when they starin

hatin, mumblin,

what you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin

started kinda hot, now its safe to say we bubblin

400 on a zip, blow it all day

another city, state, another mill to make



[Chorus]
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