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  • Wiz Khalifa – Global Access Lyrics

    [Intro]
    You hear that?
    It’s paper
    Lot of paper, get your money back
    Get yours

    [Verse 1]
    Lay up, if you wanted me, I’m 6 o’clock
    That mean I stay up
    See you niggas standing in a line
    I got my weight up
    A lot of niggas owing dues, man
    It’s time to pay up
    Smoke a joint with my girl every time we wake up
    In the city, but don’t plan on staying
    If you ain’t talking 30 million
    Then we can’t arrange it
    Yeah, I treat the game like I’m renovating
    They call me the landlord
    I got all the tenants hating
    Look at my tennis bracelet
    There’s all these diamonds in it
    And plus my watch is icy too
    That means it’s time to get it
    Yeah, I think they scared of me like I’m the dentist
    Like I’m running a fam, everyone ’round about our business
    And I get high off fitness
    That mean I’m smoking strong
    Bet all these diamonds will you give you something to focus on
    Your girl love my song
    My chain cool the Fonz
    My kush be the bomb
    It sing like Solange

    [Chorus]
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
    That they say that we can’t get dough?
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
    That they say that we can’t smoke?
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
    That they say that we can’t rep Taylor?
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
    That we can’t keep getting that paper?

    [Verse 2]
    Big stunner, ex-weed runner
    My bitch hotter than the middle of the summer
    Rocking anything I wanna
    Still watch for undercovers
    Like, I’m just on the sheet
    Money make me feel complete
    See, you don’t do this everyday
    That mean you can’t compete
    I’m on top of the game
    But I came from underneath
    Never tame me, I’ma beast
    Watch my change increase
    Used to just show up
    But now I make them pay them fees
    Used to smoke blunts
    Now I need the paper
    Being broke ain’t in my nature
    Either block out what they say
    Or use the talk as motivation
    We at the top and know they hating
    Know sometimes they like a child and whine
    And get impatient, but there ain’t no complaining

    [Chorus]
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
    That they say that we can’t get dough?
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
    That they say that we can’t smoke?
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
    That they say that we can’t rep Taylor?
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
    That we can’t keep getting that paper?

    [Outro]
    And that’s how it is
    I just got on the plane, you know what I’m saying?
    Smelling like about 5 thousand dollars worth of Khalifa Kush
    And I dare somebody to say something to me, motherfucker
    Taylor Gang or die
    And the gang is for gang
    Yeah bitch, yeah


  • Wiz Khalifa – No Dirt Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Mhm
    Let me talk to you
    Show you something that you probably seen before, but you ain’t seen it like this

    [Verse 1]
    Physically fit, smoking that shit you can’t get
    If it don’t make dollars, then well it don’t make sense
    Got my crib out in Cali, buy everything for my kid
    You hear me talk about it, fuckin’ right, it’s what I live
    Lean back, hit the chronic
    She like “Why it so intense?”
    I say don’t “Don’t worry ’bout it, keep your mind up on these chips”
    And these niggas out plotting
    They broke so they got something against us
    Pot, we smoke it anywhere

    [Chorus]
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw

    [Verse 2]
    Don’t get to a comfortable point
    And back off
    Gotta be sharp, the game’s filled with whack artists
    I ain’t hating on you dawg, get yours
    But don’t ever think I’m convinced
    These eyes covered by lenses
    ‘Cause I’m probably high as your rent
    See the Forbes list, think they got it content
    But I’m not, I’m still hustling hard
    Won’t let my paper stop

    [Chorus]
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
    Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw

    [Outro]
    I want some of that damn KK man
    Some of that Khalifa Kush, man
    Y’all niggas smoking OG Kush
    I want Khalifa Kush, man
    For’real
    The one with that man name on it, man
    For’real man, I’m tryna inhale that one time, man
    For’real