WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - Real Estate

rate me

[Intro]

Ugh

Ya'll already know what it is man

If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang

Ugh, it's not a problem, we spending change

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]

Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage

They feelin 'em at all, these n-ggas a mirage

Handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on

N-ggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage

Cops f-ck wit me hopin to get a charge

Hoes leaving their man, f-ckin us cause our cars

If it's one thing I know, it's smokin and living large

Got me speedin down the interstate

See what I'm eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate

Hey she f-ckin me cause how I win a race

Plus I aint cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake

Wait I'm talkin fast car, big estate

Money come in cash plus in the bank

N-gga don't believe me, throw it in your face

Bitch I'm in the building like real estate

[Chorus]

They say I'm still the same

You know it aint a thang

(?) aint a damn thang changed

I'm gettin money, keep the champaigne coming

(?) aint a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha

I'm straight, when you gettin money muthaf-kas gonna hate

Find the baddest bitch and get her number,

I don't even call her (call her, call her)

Feel like a million dollars

When they make it,

They should put my face up on a million dollar bill

Dollar bill, dollar bill

Cause that's how I feel yup

Cause that's how I feel yup

Cause that's how I feel yup

Cause that's how I feel yup

When they make it,

They should put my face up on a million dollar bill

Dollar bill, dollar bill

Cause that's how I feel yup

Cause that's how I feel yup

Cause that's how I feel yup

Cause that's how I feel yup

Hey

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]

Ballin's not a hobby, it's my occupation

Hoes on my dick, that's my confirmation

Couple stars with me, that's a constelation

Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, that's my conversation

Touch the pedal once, it look like I'm racing

Eyes chinese, smoke like I'm jamacian,

V.I.P rollin' doobies up and face it

12 bottles of Rose, I'm on some gang sh-t

Gettin all the sh-t, cake crumblin

Aint nothin, told them lil n-ggas I take from 'em

Laughin my all the way to the bank

Tried to talk but they can't

They just stand ther, e when they starin

Hatin, mumblin,

What you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin

Started kinda hot, now it's safe to say we bubblin

400 on a zip, blow it all day

Another city, state, another mill to make

[Chorus]

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