WIZ KHALIFA - G'd Up lyrics

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Intro – (Wiz Khalifa)

Yeah, it’s Young Khalifa Man, yeah, Taylor Gang over everything

Champagne, paper planes, bitch takin’ off her wedding ring

Leave with us you’ll never be the same, makin’ money (in major ways..?)

Hook – (Wiz Khalifa) (Repeat X2)

If I got it then Im’a spend it if I want to

And pick you up anything you want too

And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothin’ about us right in front of you

I do all of that shit them niggas don’t do

Pop another bottle, Im’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up

Verse 1 – (Wiz Khalifa)

Uh, big-face digits, whips ain’t rented

Walk inside the bank bitch I’m Ben Frank friendly

Big cake piled up on my plate shit endless

Throw it in her face watch the bitch make wishes

Walk inside the club, bottles of that liquor

Groupies actin’ up, dyin’ to get a picture

Rose and Patron, Kush be my cologne

Shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled

All my diamonds clean, all I count is cheese

Walkin’ on a dream while you tryin’ to intervene

On top of that money, them haters in-between

Smokin’ sour steam you can smell it on her weave

Smell it when I leave, niggas catchin’ feelings

OG Kush prescription keep me way over the buildin’

Ridin’ in my ride, bangin’ in my system

High as Whitney tryin’ to find a way to get a million

Hook – (Wiz Khalifa) (Repeat X2)

If I got it then Im’a spend it if I want to

And pick you up anything you want too

And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothin’ about us right in front of you

I do all of that shit them niggas don’t do

Pop another bottle, Im’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up

Verse 2 – (Wiz Khalifa)

Uh, know I’m smokin’ sour you can smell it down the hall

Learned this as a youngin’, what you sell could get you far

Captain of my team, tell you how to ball

Ain’t a game I put that on my marijuana jar

Breakfast on the plane, smell like alcohol

Diamonds in my chain, muscle in my car

Live a movie scene, hundred-dollar jeans

Pocket full’a benji’s give them 20s to my broad

Always on my job, been about my business

Killin’ all these rappers off now can I get a witness?

Lyin’ to the judge, flyin’ to the club

Chopper play the barber came to line a nigga up

Heavy in the game, still ain’t had enough

We takin’ all your bitches and buyin’ all the drugs

Couple thousand for the Louis lining in my tub

G’d up from my feet up, roof blown up

Hook – (Wiz Khalifa) (Repeat X2)

If I got it then Im’a spend it if I want to

And pick you up anything you want too

And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothin’ about us right in front of you

I do all of that shit them niggas don’t do

Pop another bottle, Im’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up