WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - Goin' Places

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Mac Miller, Wiz Khalifa nigga,

Yeah, Turn this shit the fuck up, nigga

You know how we fucking do

Right from the 4-1-2

Crazy 8’s bitch

Late nights, chilling money, stacking to the ceiling

Up a couple hundred tryna get it to a million

Rose spillin’, already high but I’m good weed twisting

Niggas got game thanks to me, no need to mention

Automatic start, no keys when I enter

Them youngings take notes

These hoes take pictures, jaunt me at my shows

Wanna know if I know them off Twitter

I’m sorry baby, it’s highly unlikely like me in some Nike’s

Get money every day, I’m poppin’ bottles nightly

Louie be carry on, I carry lightly

Promoters throw me OZ’s, they think of us highly

If I’m in it that mean it’s custom prolly

Plus my hoe exotic smoking kush that come from Cali

The best in it

If it come to that shit, don’t question it

You know I got it

Say the town I get it streets but they’ve been waitin’ for it

Just left the dealer so that’s prolly why they hatin’ for

Uh, look at the wrist, they got me taken for it

When they walk, money talks, I just can’t ignore it

See a piece of pie, and think that I could be makin’ more

My cake enormous, my paper gorgeous

[Chorus]

Come live in the town with me

Baby, take a ride with me

I can see it’s goin’ places

Every night we’re goin’ places

Different cities, different faces

I know that was goin’ crazy

I can see it’s goin’ places

Every night we’re goin’ places

Different cities, different faces

I know that was goin’ crazy

Now they know my name so no repeatin’ since the day I started breathin’

It’s been good, I’m only deepin’ and my bitch is Portorican

Girndin’, never sleepin’, eatin’ like I’m Cali kingin’

Every weekend party all damn night but then I sleep in

We’ve been getting this money since we was young’ins bruh

I’m getting cake you losing weight just like a tummy tuck

You see me coming up, hit you like an uppercut

The bird great tender win the race and you the runner-up

I got a real success but I ain’t done enough

Jumping like a double duck, she’s hating, looking dumb as fuck

My weed the precious all my bitches come with bubble butts

Going on a ride, y’all should buckle up

I’m getting pussy, you the ugly duck

Swimming, sinking in the pool

Making money why the fuck I need to pin this fool

Now they see me and they greet me “is it really you?”

All around the world you see the visual.

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