WIZ KHALIFA - CURREN$Y - BIG SEAN

WIZ KHALIFA - CURREN$Y - BIG SEAN - Proceed lyrics

rate me

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]

This what dreams are made of

Good weed and cold drinks

Taylor, Taylor, Taylor

Thanks for putting this together Jerm!

We gon be here forever

And you ain't trippin

Really this high

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

If you offer me all the money in the World

I wouldn't trade it for my girl, my family

Or the niggas that you see me riding with me outta town

Or internationally, they gon fly with me, kinda fry?

Rollin the papers so they get high with me

And if I decide to give this up they gon retire with me

Enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me

And fucking hater burn in hell

Sippin champagne while the waiter breaking shells

Niggas scream my name probably praying that I fail

The money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale

Gotta weigh it on a scale?

Niggas blow that, bitches know that

Never touch blood, chill with us once, never go back

Little homie, that's real

VVS diamonds, my stones are that I'll

My watch is an Audemar on smoking OG till my problems gone

You try and call your man he ain't got no more

Probably cause I bought it all

[Hook:]

As we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed

Fast livin, I'm taking them hoes on trips

Go to places they never been

I'm just gettin it how it's supposed to be

As we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed

Fast livin, I'm taking them hoes on trips

Go to places they never been

I'm just gettin it how it's supposed to be

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Aquafina and the bong

I'm off in that medina when I'm done

Just sound the alarm, bitch top drop like Mardi Gras beads bein thrown

Francesca you's a mess girl, carry on

Car smelling like a pound when I pull up at the avalon

Pull your own weight I don't have no time for tag-alongs

Don't know what you yapping for, stacking dough

Catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches

Cell phone in my pocket

My Blackberry biotches

Have 'em ready, I'll watch em, daddy back

Niggas plottin' on the Jets but we got em

We just waiting to drop 'em

They vex cause we poppin'

And them hoes ain't worry 'bout 'em

They sure came up

What they sayin about them boys from the bottom?

Paparazzi cameras spot em

Flash when you see they faces

History in the makin

I was high when I made it so I can play it for them haters

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]

Used to want a chain, now I got 6

Used to want a Rollie like Pac now it's on my wrist, woah

Livin' the life niggas told me was a myth (myth)

Same niggas try an' get up on my list (what)

Since I started buzzin', I got eighteen eleven cousins?

New bitches tryna join the team and old ones that I'm cutting

Sky high class livin but niggas still grinding

Cause I'm surrounded with the same niggas and girls since I had nothin'

Now, I got signed to my idol

Seen some of my favourite rappers turn rivals

'Ye told me kill em so a nigga gotta drop 'em

Peep the Jesus chain he gave me since I can't keep up with Bibles

No, young nigga heeding to the title

Where it's at?

That's the top man, these niggas gon recycle

What, my shit is like a B.I.G recital

But you can't hold a real nigga down that's why I keep real niggas round

[Hook]

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