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Wiz Khalifa

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Adjust my Louie V vision
Fall up in the spot
As long as me and my gang get in
Every nigga I came with, came to spend chips
On popping champagne and tipping waitresses
Gââ?¬â?¢d up, what you think this is?
Put your feet up, this the fast, life mama speed up
Pop the cork, roll the weed up
Nowadays ainââ?¬â?¢t fucking with the bar
Still aint nothing changed but the horses in my car
Usually ainââ?¬â?¢t into showing hoes where I live
But tonight we gonââ?¬â?¢ go to my crib
Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell that weed on your clothes
He donââ?¬â?¢t know what I did, drop you off at your whip
Work by 8, almost 6, plus your nigga calling
Think he starting to catch wind
Look at your phone, press end
Canââ?¬â?¢t hurt him with what he doesnââ?¬â?¢t know
Plus you figure weââ?¬â?¢re both grown, come on

[refrÃ?£o]
Money ainââ?¬â?¢t a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga thatââ?¬â?¢s here with me
Thatââ?¬â?¢s the kinda G-Shit Iââ?¬â?¢m on
G-Shit Iââ?¬â?¢m on, G-Shit Iââ?¬â?¢m on
Got niggas rolling weed
Bitches with their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn thatââ?¬â?¢s my song
I ainââ?¬â?¢t trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way home

[verso 2]
High off the life Iââ?¬â?¢m living
Rooftop you gonna need binocular vision
Order a few shots and them things that you say you do not do
You probably gonna give in
Say itââ?¬â?¢s wrong, I call it a statement for the mission
To get you high as you want, break dress code
Skip the line to the front
Ride top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down
Roll another one
Called and said theres a couple of you, bring my brother one
The bitches canââ?¬â?¢t roll weed, I ainââ?¬â?¢t fucking with them
Thatââ?¬â?¢s just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips
Buy the champagne and spill it, we donââ?¬â?¢t save a sip
And you here with me in VIP taking risk
Home girl saying shit like ââ?¬Å?Rose my favoriteââ?¬
Plus Iââ?¬â?¢m rolling up all this weed you ever smell
Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she under a spell

[Chorus x2]
Money ainââ?¬â?¢t a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga thatââ?¬â?¢s here with me
Thatââ?¬â?¢s the kinda G-Shit Iââ?¬â?¢m on
G-Shit Iââ?¬â?¢m on, G-Shit Iââ?¬â?¢m on
Got n-ggas rolling weed
Bitches with their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn thatââ?¬â?¢s my song
I ainââ?¬â?¢t trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way home