WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - Get Up

rate me

Yeah, Sean Khalifa man, yeah, haha, Taylor gang over everything

Champagne, paper planes, bitch taking off a wedding ring

Be the usher never be the same, making money, making way

If I got it and I'ma spend it if I want to, and pick you up anything you want to

And now I ain't gotta say none about it's right in front of you

I do all that I should to make a stone do

Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up, planes too, ya already there

Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up

Big face digits, whips and rhinit, walk inside a bank bitch I've Ben Frank friendly

Big cake caught up on my plane shit endless

Throw it in her face watch the bitch make wishes

Walk inside the club, bottle with that liquor

Groupies acting up, dying to get a picture

Rosee in patrol, push me my cologne

Shawty get the key … joy already clean

All my dum is clean all I count is cheese

Walking on a dream while you're trying to intervene

All top of that money, them haters in between

Smoking soar steam you could smell it on a weave

Smell it when I leave niggers catch a filling

Ozzie push prescription keep me way over the building

Riding in my ride banging in my system

High's with me trying to find a way to get a million

If I got it and I'ma spend it if I want to, and pick you up anything you want to

And now I ain't gotta say none about it's right in front of you

I do all that I should to make a stone do

Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up

Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up

Now I'm smoking sour you can smell it down the hall

Burning says a younger with you so can get you far

Captain of my team, tell you how to ball

Ain't the game I put that on my marijuana jar

Breakfast on the plane, smell like alcohol

Diamonds in my chains, muscle in my car

Live a movie scene, hundred dollars jeans

Pocket full of vintage, giving twenties to my brad

Always on my job, been about my benice

Killing all these rappers off now can I get a win this?

Lying to the judge, flying to the club,

Chopper play then barbra came and winded nigger up

Heavy in the game, still ain't had enough

We taking all your bitches and banging on the drugs

Couple of thousands for the Louies lining in my tub

G'd up from my feet up, roof …

If I got it and I'ma spend it if I want to, and pick you up anything you want to

And now I ain't gotta say none about it's right in front of you

I do all that I should to make a stone do

Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up,

Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up.<br />

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Thanks to Andrei

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