Wiz khalifa oz

Yea nigga I only fuck with a certain type of niggas man, 100 Aye Drew, put some delay on my voice, put some re-rup on that and turn me up Niggas got it fucked up, prolly thinking its a game I might a lot, but I aint playing with them Im up all day, I work all night I rolling a weed, Im on the flight Soon as I land, Im gonna ride, Im on the grind 40 hours, 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros Flying all around the world like Im a fucking hero Pouring it straight out the bottle, thats how we drink clicko And we all from the same hood Thats why we feel the same thing Like saying one of our pockets hurting We all gon feel the same pain Eyes smoking out the car service, police escorting Now the dawg nervous , we the bomb searchers Penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it Old school, back seat, with a stash in it Big joint, OG, mixed with hash in it And its TGOD, you niggas last minute Your flow last year, the swag last fall You just the last place, you aint gon last at all You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds You know its Taylor Gang or die Haha, word Ah, fresh out the spot where they selling, you gotta pay them the coop Aint no rules out this motherfucker who sold you that book Bitch we down when its cracking, around my way and you know that Can get more than I ever asked so be afraid of the go back Yeah Im talk, Im cooling, moving No cameras, respect the shooters Im out on this money train, You dont know about hustle, do you Its everything in or nothing Bitch you know how I get down You wasnt mad at me before So why is you mad at me now? The alcohol got you talking You do the same things and the cops Know conversation know where we playing Only for money calls only That mean I cant deal with them old games that you tryna kick This aint Shinobi I told her baby you thirsty? She responded Im cool Said your wrist its got water, I told her bitch this a pool Feel me gang now, but concrete dive in first But if you owe me money, I need my grit first, word You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds What you smokin on mane? Aha, what you got in your bag dough bra? The same shit, new bitch with me Box money run 2-50 Im running through the stop lights, late night I told baby girl get your cake right That kush doesnt taste right We take it to the hand, all you smell is cake can, cookie smoke in the Benz Where my roof go, I stack up quick. Why they move slow? White girls in my room, Im smoking while they do blow Plus life, no crushed ice, 20K in the game, my bookie loves life But fuck it, I like to blow cash, I dont tuck it, its nothing 2 first class flights to the function 20 zens, a hundred 20 grand In the city where the pretty girls dance And them plants grow, in the warehouse, skinny cash If you pass me bullshit, Ima laugh Im the man, no lie baby You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds.