WIZ KHALIFA - iSay lyrics
rate me(Intro: Wiz Khalifa)
It's KK what I'm smoking nigga
(Verse: Wiz Khalifa)
And I done popped so many bottles think I'm through with it
Been smokin' so much weed in public own a school with it
Been on my grind since I was young and now I'm stupid rich
Ya niggas stupid, I'm in the club and it's ruthless
My crew ain't part of that bullshit
My new whips the hardest
Walk in the office like a business man
I'm just an artist
Smokin' and all, crib full of weed
Plaques on the wall
My face on all the magazines
Kush in this jar I'm gettin' this cheese
Pants skinny rubber bands plenty
Whole team goin' hard like it's the last inning
Whole team goin' hard ya got no chance of winnin'
Lot of seats on the floor lot of cash pinnin'
I play the game left hand like my man Jimmy
Ya just a right hand man call that man semi
(Hook: Wiz Khalifa)
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
(Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa)
All of this off the internet
Those who ain't seen it comin' dog I been a threat
Been smokin' up all this weed
Been rollin' up while I drive
Been to the bottom and back
Been seen ya haters disguised
Niggas tellin' me lies
Just to try to get close
Shades cover my eyes cause I be higher than most
Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn’t tired
Live by the code, money power
Once I got on, my niggas hired
Juicy J he ride, it’s the gang or die
The game will stress ya out but that’s what this dubie is for
Ya actin' like ya know me now
Neva knew me before
Snoop sat me down, school me even more
Kick it with my son and don’t even do the awards
Said next year I might win me one
Ya got problems don't lend me none
Got a pound then go send me one
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Juicy J)
Niggas out here broke because they scared of that bread
My money so old I got mold on that bread
How ya think I win and copped that Rolls-Royce Corniche?
Turn around and bought a Maybach next week
A nigga don't hustle then a nigga don't eat
A nigga ain't payin' fair, and life ain't cheap
Nigga ain’t shit sweet but this box of swisher sweets
Eva since I was a young'n I was
Gettin' it in the streets
Now I'm on tour even gettin' it overseas
All the way in Switzerland stackin' swissa cheese
I ain't too good for that brown paper bag
I can still move that work and I get it off fast, hoe
(Hook)
