WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - Wont Stop

rate me

Real, man!

Bitch you’re booming, want some more, nigga

Hook:

On the real, I’m on the trap with some killers

On the real, I’mma stack me a million

On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad

On the real, I just won't stop going hard

On the real, on it, on it

On the real, on it, on it

Damn, on the real!

On it, on it

Kush in my hands, wake up smoking them grams

She say I'm the man, can't keep her face out my pants

(Uh, shit)

Hand full of rings, gold on my saint

Don't even fuck with you, fuck what you think

Covered in ink

Bitches are loving me cause of my money!

I know there'd be days like this

But, never knew I would wake up,

Roll a joint, do my thing, and get paid like this

I walk in the bank, the shark out the tank

I give 'em that thing, he gone aim and don't blink

He aiming, don't blink

I'm doing everything that you can't!

Talking Gs but you ain't round none

Get a pound in your city man, it ain't about nothing

If I gotta send it on a plane, I'mma get it

Give a fuck what a nigga think,

Boy, I'm with it!

Hook:

On the real, I’m on the trap with some killers

On the real, my money stacked to the ceiling

On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad

On the real, I just won't stop going hard

On the real, on it, on it

On the real, on it, on it

Damn, on the real!

On it, on it!

You niggas some haters

You niggas not playas, you niggas is fakers,

You niggas is faker than, they go...

You niggas did salty, high sodium

The fuck is you saying?

I'm focused on camera, the fuck is you saying?

You suckers is pussy

You focused on fucking the plans

Rolling through city, I'm rolling with your hoe

My nigga have no hope.

I'm fucking your bitch in the pussy

And so-so we’re rolling up your dough

Your niggas ain't loyal,

Your whole crew was... but one of them rich

The rest of them ... but most of you flex

A nigga that don't know, you don't know

My niggas got six calls more than your four-four

Pop up your top, one more shot to the top of your block

With that chop, you drop, you be talking no mo'

My bitches get bitches that come with more bitches,

Ya’ll niggas ain't got no hoes

We come to your city, we taking your biddies and leaving out with ...

Your niggas is smoking that 50,

Ya’ll ain't even keeping that shit hundred!

Hook:

On the real, I’m on the trap with some killers

On the real, my money stack to the ceiling

On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad

On the real, I just won't stop going hard

On the real, on it, on it

On the real, on it, on it

Damn, on the real!

On it, on it

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