Wiz Khalifa - Oh Gee La ft. Lola Monroe & Juicy J

look nigga i could roll up some more weed
or order 22 more bottle of don p
my presidential rolex shinin that's on g's
the clothes that i got on all designers from overseas
i pulled up gettin high told the valet to hold my keys
hopped out walk in that muthafucker bought everything thta i see
niggas hatin bitches wishin
they could get in position for some infiltration
taylor gang mutha fucker don't deal
with no shape ship only real mutha fuckers come up on my playlist
i keep it way to real to fuck with your fake shit
it's the real right hero one up and face it

t'g'o'd gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me
t'g'o'd in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the o-z
t'g'o'd and you know i'm gettin cash cause i'm all about that paper
give a fuck about a hater

t'g'o'd'
peep the game from the floor seats
here for my throne put them bitches in a nose bleeds
t'g'o'd
married to the money fornicatin with a baller fuck
a pre-nup like the kobe's
t'g'o'd'
educatin' hoes on the what where hows og embodying a boss see
bitch i school sluts on the whats and the whos and the guts and the shoes of how the body of a boss be (uh)
now it's rock a bye bitches
lights out when i'm rockin my bitches
ass to waist ratio
giuseppe shipped out in on a cacchio
rent on a vashio
oh la la la, it's the way that we rock when we doin our thing
oh la la la. it's that first class high that the taylors bring

my circle anti-square can't compare liek a aunt i care
ain't i there sonning you hoes
i birthed none of you hoes have earned
none of you hoes have learned
vicariously livin thorugh my shadows
got em throwin more shade than a clouded out meadow
livin in a land called la la no have learned
maserati sittin on lips all yellow
smoked out interior like a cigarello
now these hoes wanna hang leave em hangin like
hello ha ha ha ha

until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the earth
i forever stay a real bitch and only fear god
when the devil get to temptin me i only hear god
and my struggles help build me so i now endear odds
lauryn we'll forever love you
you'll forever fill hearts with hip hop

t'g'o'd gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me
t'g'o'd in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the o-z
t'g'o'd and you know i'm gettin cash cause i'm all about that paper
give a fuck about a hater

paper paper paper
i'm so fuckin taylored bitch
burnin dope gettin ashes on the calculator
big wads in my pockets, money bery big
i'm so sincere ridin in a belly bin
hit the booty club drinkin side fire gin
juicy j don't fuck with racket hoes only 10's

t'g'o'd gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me
t'g'o'd in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the o-z
t'g'o'd and you know i'm gettin cash cause i'm all about that paper
give a fuck about a hater