deep sleep

Wiz Khalifa

How you gon be cold as us?
Your kush ain t rolled up
Your cars ain t old enough
Champagne ain t cold enough
Money still fold up
You ain t buying no clubs
You ain t getting no love
But my niggas so thug
You ain t getting thrown up
Smell me when I roll up
I glow like Leroy
My fro like Sho Nuff
Can t get poured up
Everything slowed up
Fuck niggas hate us
Rich niggas know us
I m riding with gangstas
So I don t need no cup
I m drinking out the bottle
Riding with the top down
Smoking on A. C
Twenty five thousand
?Bout to blow it out in A. C
Niggas join us cause they can t beat us
Ain t nann nigga play me

Keep talking them pounds
I m blowing that daily
I m smoking that good reefer
My eyes all lazy
Niggas see me getting that money
So they look at me crazy
My niggas out here stunting
Doing drugs all mainey
I m buying brand new cars and shit

I get high all day, I ain t coming down
The tweak is heavy, it s going round
Rolling up airplanes, bout to catch an airplane
Riding in my old-school, listening to old school
Doing it how a G s supposed to do
It s getting cold, I might close the roof
Made it up to first class, staying in first class
Remember when I ain t have first class
now I m the only nigga in first class
Started with a bus pass, then I copped a old-school
Now I got so many cars, I ain t got enough room
Twenty mil and got more to go
Roll some weed and then roll some mo
I m just going insane trying to figure you out, baby