See You Again (feat. Charlie Puth) -Wiz Khalifa- Fast and the Furious 7 Soundtrack Paul Walker

[Charlie Puth:]
It’s been a long day without you, my friend
And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
We’ve come a long way from where we began
Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again
(Hey)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Damn, who knew?
All the planes we flew
Good things we’ve been through
That I’ll be standing right here talking to you
‘Bout another path
I know we loved to hit the road and laugh
But something told me that it wouldn’t last
Had to switch up
Look at things different, see the bigger picture
Those were the days
Hard work forever pays
Now I see you in a better place (see you in a better place)

Uh
How can we not talk about family when family’s all that we got?
Everything I went through you were standing there by my side
And now you gon’ be with me for the last ride

[Charlie Puth:]
It’s been a long day without you, my friend
And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again (I see you again)
We’ve come a long way (yeah, we came a long way) from where we began (you know we started)
Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I’ll see you again (let me tell you)
When I’ll see you again

(Aah oh, aah oh
Wooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]
First you both go out your way
And the vibe is feeling strong
And what’s small turn to a friendship
A friendship turn to a bond
And that bond will never be broken
The love will never get lost (and the love will never get lost)
And when brotherhood come first
Then the line will never be crossed
Established it on our own
When that line had to be drawn
And that line is what we reach
So remember me when I’m gone (remember me when I’m gone)

How can we not talk about family when family’s all that we got?
Everything I went through you were standing there by my side
And now you gon’ be with me for the last ride

[Charlie Puth:]
So let the light guide your way, yeah
Hold every memory as you go
And every road you take, will always lead you home, home

It’s been a long day without you, my friend
And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
We’ve come a long way from where we began
Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again

(Aah oh)
(Uh)
(Aah oh)
(Yeah)
(Wooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Ya, ya)
When I see you again
(Uh)
See you again
(Wooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
When I see you again

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Till I Die Lyrics By Chris Brown(feat. Big Sean & Wiz Khalifa)

[Chris Brown:]
Yo, this Virginia
Straight from the country, right there with my kinfolk
Golds in my mouth and they put 26’s on Benzo’s
Dirt roads, back wood
They got weed but I’ve been dope
Ratchet, nigga we act hood
But I’m getting money with these white folk
Sippin and I’m faded, super medicated
Said she wanna check the pole
I said Okay Sarah Palin, so I lay down and lay in
A nigga gon’ be faded, all the way to the AM

[Hook:]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it

And this the life we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’m a do this till I die
And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

Oh God, oh God

[Big Sean:]
Ok, wow, bow
Look at me now, chief like a indian
Talkin in clouds, I’m high as a bitch
I’m talking to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soak that ho, show ’em no love just throw em a towel
Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, cause I’m so fucking in style, wow
New crib, crash that. Drove here, cab back
Now knock that pussy out, yeah that’s just a little cat nap
Hold up, hold up woah
Don’t be smoking my shit, I be smoking that fire
She be smoking my dick

[Hook:]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it

And this the life we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’m a do this till I die
And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Smoking, choking, always rollin’ something
I don’t need a key to start my car
Bitch I just push a button and did a show
Got a half a mill and spent it like it’s nothing
Money flowing, never sober
Smoking till I got concussion, no discussion
Man I got a condo and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchen is
If I ain’t on the road gettin’ it
Then I’m in the hood where my niggas live
Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound ’bout to finish it
Now all my pasta got shrimp in it
You talk about and I’m living it
Fucking little bitch

[Hook:]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it

And this the life we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’m a do this till I die
And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

[Chris Brown:]
Real nigga never frontin’
Cause when you got it all
Everybody want somethin’
Middle finger in the air no fist pump
And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumping
Ah! Finally got this bitch jumping
Got this bitch jumpin’
Fly… that’s me…

Don’t Make ‘Em Like You Lyrics By Ne-Yo(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Clap for her, clap for her
Cause they don’t make em like her no more
Clap for her, clap for her
Cause they don’t make em like you no

Shorty not the regular in all this
Tell me what you call it
When a chick don’t make decision based on a dude’s wallet
She ain’t in the club acting like an alcoholic
She’s a pretty girl, tipsy
No stumbling and falling

If she leave the club with me
Then her maturity
Gonna make sure she follow me in her car
She’s so responsible, she gone make sure
She leave in time to get home, get ready for work
Or get ready for class, because shawty major
It’s business and accounting, know her mama proud of her
So for my little mama, anti-drama
So in celebration of you

Shawty I’ma raise a glass,
Here’s a toast to the ladies with class,
I see you babe

Saying hey-ey-ey
I love the way she make
Girl the way you are
Cause they don’t make like you no more

Baby girl, keep doing you, how you do, I love the way you move
They don’t make em like you
Girl, they don’t make like you no more

She a diva
Take a second to turn you into a believer
She a viva
In the middle of the July
12 noon in Las Vegas, that mean shawty on fire,
She know what she want
Not afraid to get it, not afraid to have fun
Baby you the one, few and far between
Sexy as they come, swag so mean

I’ma raise a glass
Here’s a toast to my ladies with class

Saying hey-ey-ey
I love the way she make
Baby I love the way you are
Cause they don’t make like you no more

Baby girl, keep doing you, how you do, I love the way you move
They don’t make em like you
Girl, they don’t make like you no more

Clap for her, clap for her
They don’t make em like her no more
Clap for her, clap for her
Cause they don’t make em like you no

Top notch, top floor
4-54, fully restored
Nice wheels, red bottoms galore
Been honest they don’t make em like you anymore
We the hottest in my whip
Give me the promise
We’ll be dancing with the stars and throwing peace signs at the comments
We’ll be posing for the cameras when they bring us on the carpet
Eating breakfast in the morning while we reading the all the comments
Like “ooh girl”, “aww man”, “y’all see her”
Got me like I’ma spend my whole life with you
And make the perfect wife out you
And now the mother of my kids

Oh, everybody raise a glass
Here’s a toast to my ladies with class

Saying hey-ey-ey
I love the way she make
Oh I love the way you are
Cause they don’t make like you no more

Saying hey-ey-ey
I love the way she make
Said I love the way you are
They don’t make like you no more

Baby girl, keep doing you, how you do, I love the way you move
They don’t make em like you
Girl, they don’t make like you no more

Clap for her, clap for her
Cause they don’t make em like you no more
Clap for her, clap for her
Cause they don’t make em like you no more

Black And Yellow Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa

Uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]
Uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]

[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that’s nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that’s stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I’m in
Black and yellow [x4]

[Verse 1:]
Black stripe, yellow paint, them niggas scared of it but them hoes ain’t
Soon as I hit the club look at them hoes face
Hit the petal once make the floor shake
Suede insides, my engine roarin
It’s the big boy you know what I payed for it
And I got the petal to the metal
I got you niggas checkin game I’m ballin out on every level
Hear them haters talk but there’s nothing you can tell em
Just made a million got another million on my schedule
No love for em nigga breakin hearts
No keys, push to start

[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that’s nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that’s stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I’m in
Black and yellow [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Got a call from my jeweler, this just in
Bitches love me cause I’m fuckin with their best friends
Not a lesbian but she a freak though
This ain’t for one night I’m shinin all weak hoe.
I’m sippin cleeko and rockin yellow diamonds
So many rocks up in the watch I can’t tell what the time is
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up cause every nigga that I’m with taylor’d

[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that’s nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that’s stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I’m in
Black and yellow [x4]

[Verse 3:]
Stay high like how I’m supposed to do
That crown underneath them clouds, can’t get close to you
And my car look unapproachable
Super clean but it’s super mean
She wanna fuck with them cats, smoke weed, count stacks, get fly, take trips and that’s that
Real rap, I let her get high, she wouldn’t she feel that, convertible drop fill, 87 the top peel back

[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I’m in
Black and yellow [x4]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that’s nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that’s stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I’m in
Black and yellow [x4]

Cabin Fever Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa

Yeah
Yeaah
Hahahahaha
You niggas know its the gang or kill yourself right?
Yeaah
Yup
Red hat black chucks black 501’s on
That’s your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone
Yea I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch
Let her out the house and I’ll be leaving here with your bitch
I’m flyin in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so this can’t be life
Breaking down the weed I’m bout to make a plane
A hundred niggas with me all reppin taylor gang

Yeaaahahhhh bitch
Okaaayyyy
Yeaah
Yup
Lot of niggas fake but me I’m these hoes fate
Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste
Out of this world need my own space
Back seat and I’m a ride until the chrome break
Big heat will turn your body to a cold case
She don’t even make it rain she just throw me face
Got some niggas quick to bang like they major pain
Told her mom I rep the gang she just say the same

Yeaaaaahhhhh bitch

[Chorus]
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out

There’s a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out

There’s a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out

Yeeeaaahh yupp

You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken
My bitch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican
I don’t talk much too many niggas hatin
Bout a booty that’s my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames
Took her car keys and let her played the way
Yeaaah..bitch

[Chorus]
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out

There’s a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out

There’s a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out

Yeeeaaahh yupp

Uh

Roll Up Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa

I roll up
I roll up
I roll up
Shawty I roll up
I roll up
I roll up
I roll up

[Wiz Khalifa – Verse 1]
Its your anniversary isn’t it
And your man ain’t acting right
So you packin’ your Domiar luggage up callin’ my cell phone, try and catch a flight
You know one thing straight, I’ll be there girl whenever you call me
When you at home that’s your man, soon as you land you say that’s all me
But shit ain’t all g with him no more, you ain’t entertained
Since I meet you a couple months ago you ain’t been the same
Not sayin I’m the richest man alive but I’m in the game
As long as you keep it 100 Imma spend this change,

[Chorus]
Whenever you need me
Whenever want me,
You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly
Don’t care what your friends say, cause they don’t know me
I can be your best friend, and you be my homie
I ain’t gonna flex, I’m not gonna front
You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt
Send her my way, she ain’t gotta hold up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up

[Wiz Khalifa – Verse 2]
I try to stay out your business
But on the real you’re so obvious
And if you keep fitting me in your plans and fuckin up, your mans gonna catch onto us
That white sand surrouding us
He be handcuffing, he should work for them officers
If you rolling I got a spot where I can put you on this medical, and send you home doctored up
You wanna ride with me cause you say that he boring
Wake up you rollin’ weed, cooking eggs in the morning
Ain’t scared to spend this money I’ll make more of it
First you was in the sky now you say you in orbit

[Chorus]

No matter where I am
No matter where you are
I’ll be there when its over baby
Cause I was there from the start
No matter if I’m near
Don’t matter if your far
All you do is pick the phone up lady
And I’ll be there when you call

Whenever you need me
Whenever want me,
You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly
Don’t care what your friends say, cause they don’t know me
I can be your best friend, and you be my homie
I ain’t gonna flex, I’m not gonna front
You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt
Send her my way, she ain’t gotta hold up
Whenever you call baby I roll up

Whenever you need me
Whenever want me,
You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly
Don’t care what your friends say, cause they don’t know me
I can be your best friend, and you be my homie
I ain’t gonna flex, I’m not gonna front
You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt
Send her my way, she ain’t gotta hold up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up

I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you ca

Young, Wild & Free Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa(feat. Bruno Mars)

[Hook: Bruno Mars]
So what we get drunk?
So what we smoke weed?
We’re just having fun
We don’t care who sees
So what we go out?
That’s how it’s supposed to be
Living young and wild and free

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, Uh huh
So what I keep ‘em rolled up?
Saggin’ my pants, not caring what I show
Keep it real with my niggas
Keep it player for these hoes
And look clean don’t it?
Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it
Give me some 501 jeans on it
Roll joints bigger than King Kong’s fingers
And smoke them hoes down ’til they stingers
You a class clown and if I skip for the day
I’m with your bitch smokin’ grade A

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
You know what?
It’s like I’m 17 again
Peach fuzz on my face
Lookin’, on the case
Tryna find a hella taste
Oh my god, I’m on the chase, Chevy
It’s gettin’ kinda heavy, relevant, sellin’ it
Dippin’ away, time keeps slippin’ away
Zip in the safe, flippin’ for pay
Tippin’ like I’m drippin’ in paint
Up front, four blunts, like, “Khalifa put the weed in a J”

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
And I don’t even care
Cause if me and my team in there
There’s gonna be some weed in the air
Tell ’em Mac

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Blowin’ everywhere we goin’ and now you knowin’
When I step right up, get my lighter so I can light up

[Wiz Khalifa]
That’s how it should be done
Soon as you thinkin’ you’re down
Find how to turn things around
Now things are lookin’ up

[Snoop Dogg]
From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor Gang
So turn my sound up and mount up and do my thang

[Wiz Khalifa]
Now I’m chillin’, fresh outta class, feelin’
Like I’m on my own and I could probably own a building
Got my own car, no job, no children
Had a science project, me and Mac killed it

[Snoop Dogg]
T-H-C, M-A-C, D-E-V, H-D-3, high as me
This is us, we gon’ fuss
And we gon’ fight and we gon’ roll
And live off life

[Hook]

[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you’re supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
So we just, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you’re supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun

[Hook]

On My Level Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa(feat. Too $hort)

[Wiz Khalifa – Verse 1]
It’s the champagne pourin’
Big joint rollin’
Bombay sippin’
No blunt smoking
Bad bitch gettin’
Thick and she got some friends with her
I take ’em out pourin’ shots of liquor
Drinkin’ out the bottle, smiling in all my pictures
The marijuana loud so them hoes follow like twitter
nigga, you know everything Taylored
Don’t rush to the bar fool, if you ain’t got no paper
That’s the rules, high as fuck, sloppy drunk when I’m passing through
Rollin’ doobies up, ya hoe who we pass ’em to
Hit the club spend this money up, roll another one, drink, act a fool
That’s what I have to do

[Chorus]
See after drinking champagne all night
Never worry bout a damn thing, y’all might
Homie I’m on my level (yeh)
I’m on my level (yeah)
I’m on my level (yeh)
I’m on my level (yeaah)

So let me take one shot to the brain
And I order three more shots
I’m going in, ayy
I’m on my level (yeh)
I’m on my level (yeah)
I’m on my level (yeh)
I’m on my level (yeaah)

[Wiz Khalifa – Verse 2]
Spent a couple dollars on my engine
motor roaring when I back out the garage
Gin got me drunk as fuck stumbling out the bar
Plus I’m struggling tryna find the keys to my car
Cause I be going hard, roll the camera
Life just like a movie, I’m the star
Wish you was in my position
You too broke to play the part
Of course I keep some bad women with me in the back
Sippin’ Rose with some hash twistin’
All about a dollar, my team in the cash gettin’
Straight out the burb, we drinking we smash niggas
So when I say I’m balling, that don’t mean that I’m playing mate
All my diamonds talkin’, you can see what they sayin’ mayne

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
In the middle of the night, early in the mornin’
From the streets to the sheets with some freaks, I ain’t yawnin’
I’m wide awake, we ain’t eatin’, we ain’t sleepin’
These bitches so high man, we ain’t even speakin’
We just freakin’
You rollin’ with short dog baby
She was high on that pill so I fucked yo lady
Come to my house I give ’em everything they want
I might not dot it, but I give to ya women
Cocaine, mushrooms, ecstasy, GHB, Marijuana
She can suck it if she wanna
I got tequila, Ciroc and two freaky friends
and this a Wednesday night, this ain’t the weekend

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Man I’m high as fuck
Man I swear I’m on my level
Man I’m sloppy drunk
Man I swear I’m on my level
I finna pass out
man I swear I’m on my level
A nigga get smashed out
Man I swear I’m on my level

Man I’m high as fuck
Man I swear I’m on my level
Man I’m sloppy drunk
Man I swear I’m on my level
I finna pass out
man I swear I’m on my level
A nigga get smashed out
Man I swear I’m on my level

[Chorus]

No Sleep Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1]
Last night I let the party get the best of me
Waking up in the morning: two hoes laying next to me
Plus I heard an officer arrested me
Good weed and cold drinks: that’s the motherfucking recipe
Nigga and we roll deep, so deep
It’s going down in this bitch: concrete
We gon party all night: no sleep
Tell the owner them is all my guys
So tonight everything is on me

The drinks is on me
The bitches, the hotel, the weed is all free
Get high, I mean so high
We don’t see the whole suite
Then fly to a level where you gonna need your own key (TGOD)

[Hook x2]
No driving, no sleeping
Live it up like it’s the weekend
When the DJ play the right song
Gonna drink, gonna party all night long

[Verse 2]
Leaving from the club now she wanna stay with us
Came to spend it all, don’t care what I’m paying for
Used to be too young, now I’m out here buying the bar
Everytime I look up, it’s another red cup
Bunch of niggas in the game but they ain’t playing with us
They just paying enough
Man them niggas ain’t ballin they just laying it up
Saying they does, I’m just rolling hella weed up
while on my way to the club
I had to wait at the club
But now I don’t cause everything is on me

The drinks is on me
The bitches, the hotel, the weed is all free
Get high, I mean so high
We see the whole street
We fly, I mean so high
We need a whole wing (TGOD)

[Hook x2]
No driving, no sleeping
Live it up like it’s the weekend
When the DJ play the right song
Gonna drink, gonna party all night long

Party all day, party all night
Say you wanna party lets party alright
I, Party all day, party all night
Say you wanna party lets party alright
I, Party all day, party all night
Say you wanna party lets party alright
I, Party all day, party all night
Say you wanna party lets party alright
I..

[Hook x2]
No driving, no sleeping
Live it up like it’s the weekend
When the DJ play the right song
Gon’ drink, gon’ party all night long

Party all day, party all night
Say you wanna party, let’s party alright.

O.N.I.F.C. Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
God damn, I’m rich as fuck, drunk as hell
Throwin’ money, pick it up, life is good, live it up
How much for that bottle? put it on my tab
Hop out like a model all them foreign tags
Get so drunk and high, I’ll have to call a cab
You won’t end up giving it back if you had this for one night

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ooo, we in the club goin’ bizzurk
My OG sippin’ on that sizzurp
I mix the OG with the pizzurp
I O.D. spilled it on my shizurt
Drinking Bombay so I’m slizzered
My diamond chain lookin’ like a blizzard
So many rings, my fingers startin’ to hizzurt
If you didn’t know me you’d swear I had that wizzork
And I’m from Pittsburgh

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll one then I’ll light it, order one and I’ll buy it
If it’s green then I’ll try it, too drunk then I’ll drive
Don’t know where I’m going, all I know is I’m flyin’
And that’s as real as it gets, make you feel like you the shit for one night

I Go Hard (The Man with the Iron Fists soundtrack) Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa(with Boy Jones & Wiz Khalifa)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
And they think they know you
Til one day they show you
So no matter what they say
I go hard
And they think it’s over
But it’s never over
Cuz soon as you think I’m down
I go hard

[Wiz Khalifa]
You done benched that bitch card
Been here before
But don’t ever let them see you
On the ground
Dues what you gotta pay
And people see you gotta say
So don’t ever let them see you
On the ground

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, aiyo, dangerous thoughts, mind of a militia
Bottles of the 150th, poured over twisters
Broken bones, The Pillage, Staten Island’s the illest
The biggest land fillers, we creep like caterpillars
Love raising, dirty guns with a few bodies
Teach niggas how to walk again, from the fucking shotty
Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation
My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation
Dust bags, spoonfuls, the sugar help the medi’
Go down smooth and steady, blowing the green deadly
Hang weed pops, isolator of hash bricks
Needle left stuck in his arm, died of a bad fix
We still rock, still dry drawers on the stove
Got bread from back in the day, it’s growing some more
2Pac’s back, my glock’s fat
After the gun smoke, you screaming “Where my block at?”

[Chorus]

[Boy Jones]
I go hard like Listerine on bacteria
Hulk’s so hard, he got the power to Avenge ya
I go hard, herbal tea, kidney cleanser
I go hard, L.A., Dwight Howard
Hoods pounding hard, too much smoke in the chimney
Fire plus iron evaporates the enemy
Jason Statham, Mechanic, all mechanically
Right about now, I can really use some Hennessey
I go hard like you never thought I could
One swing with the hammer, the nail’s in the wood
My Iron Fist is so ridiculous
Forever continuous, venomous and dangerous

[Chorus]

Paperbond Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa

[Intro:]
Yup, yeah yeah
Oh, hahahaha
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
I got enough weed to last me for the rest of my motherfuckin’ life
Ain’t gon’ ever run out
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1:]
Uh, get the cork out the bottle
Get that money up and make your style a lil harder to follow
I’ve been hustlin’ all the time, that’s the only thing I know
Now my watch is worth 30 thousand, got Cuban links and Italian
Boy I’m gettin’ it
Ridin’ in my ride lookin’ filthy rich
Killin’ these niggas I ain’t innocent, my bad
Ain’t paid the cost, see they just watch me then copy my swag
Say I fell off that’s where you lost me
How’s that when my name is in my upholstery
I’m rollin’ up and goin’ places across seas
Hopin’ the neighbor don’t smell the shit I bake
And every day I’m on another plane
I hardly sleep, but hey I wouldn’t have it any other way

[Hook:]
Now here we are, now there we go
You rollin’ on to where we smoke it all today
Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane
But I’ll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane
But I’ll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)

[Verse 2:]
Uh, so much money that when I pull up
Hop out and walk in the bank teller look at me funny
Know how much I get, know I’m liable to walk up in this bitch
Like Tony with big blue bags of this shit
And tell ’em, “Count it up”
Ridin’ round in that Cali got OG kush in my body
My nigga I keep it G and that’s Gucci or that Giani
I’m gettin’ dressed for the airport to pose for the paparazzi
Mo’ money, mo’ problems, not how I see, huh
Mo’ money, mo’ Roberto Cavalli, bruh
Damn, ain’t it funny how time pass
Only nigga in first class

[Hook]

Bluffin’ Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa(feat. Berner)

[Intro:]
Talkin’ big money, bitch, uh
That little shit you talkin’ ’bout
That’s lunch money
We don’t even smoke that
And this shit gon’ be like this for uh
Pretty much the rest of the time we here
My little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man
I promise

[Hook:]
I got-I got-I got-I got so much
So much, so much, so much

[Verse 1:]
Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing
They don’t move that fast, they act like they don’t like cheese
Had a couple niggas mad like they don’t like me
Is it cause I’m hella paid? I think it might be
Yeah my pockets hella straight
And I smoke so much dope I got OG in my IV
So many niggas jackin’ that shit don’t even surprise me
I don’t even want it back, shit it’s off to the good
Can’t even say I didn’t know you would
Make a little money, get it from the bro
Bring that shit back to the hood
Anytime you see me, man I’m on the grind
Nigga wasn’t workin’ when you knew you should
Now you talk about me when I’m on the road
And when I ride by I’m in the newest one

[Hook:]
I got so much money I think I should pay for all this
They ain’t down to spend how much they say cause they ain’t ballin’
I got so much paper I just spend it like it’s nothin’
Ain’t no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin’ [x2]
I got so much

[Verse 2:]
Big money
Even larger crib
No I ain’t just stuntin’
That’s how I’m supposed to live
I move fast paced
So I drive faster cars
Take a look outside
Those are really ours
And we’re really stars
We all travel safe and go really far
In that custom paint, in that suede floor
In that California, that’s really hard
In that California, that’s what we on
Smell that strong, you know I’m baked
Chances dog, that’s what we take
How much you hate, that’s what we make
Roll up one, that’s what we face
Lot of y’all claim that you real, gon’ show up fake
But that shit don’t mean a thing
Cause I’ll still be on my grind
And stackin’ all of this change

[Hook]

[Break:]
Don’t even gotta ask if I get enough, cause
I got so much
Gin in my cup, twenty-two cones I’mma stuff
Lightin’ another one up
(I got-I got-I got-I got so much)
Live it up, every dollar spend it up
Don’t even gotta ask if I get enough, cause
(I got so much)
Gin in my cup, twenty two cones I’mma stuff
Lightin’ another one up, cause

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Hey man, green is for the money, gold is for the honeys
Step up your game or step down
Whenever a problem troubles us all
If you trust in the Lord there will be a brighter tomorrow
For there’s nothing too much for the great God to do
And all that he asks and expects of you
Is faith that’s unshaken by tribulation and yield
Confidence and knowledge that God knows best
And trouble and sorrow, they are only a test
But without God testin’ of our soul
It never could reach the ultimate goal
So keep on knowing and believing
All that God has promised you would be yours to receive
Preach, Church, tabernacle
Wiz! Wiz! That’s the way
Wiz! Wiz! That’s the way
Wiz! Wiz! That’s the way

Let It Go Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa(feat. Akon)

[Intro: Akon]
Let it go, let it go homie
You know we can see through them blinds homie
And see through the truth and them lies homie
Just let it go, let it go, let it go

(Ohh oh oh ohhh) [x4]

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I done stay on top of my game, Gang controlling my lane
Paid so much for my frames, put these lil niggas to shame
Ordered so many of them bottles, so many of them bottles you would think I am insane
Already changed the game once I done told you
But now I’m gonna do it another one do it again
Tell the club owners we need more sections
I made these lil niggas go cop they Rolexes
You get the venue, you gon’ need more bouncers
And tell the weed man we gon’ need more ounces
Hundred grand in a rubber band
Use to be the kid, now homie I’m the man
Hundred grand in a rubber band
I used to be the kid, but now homie I’m the man

[Hook: Akon]
Let it go, let it go homie
You know we can see through the blinds homie
See through the truth and them lies homie
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go homie
You know they can see what we see homie
Difference from the real and make believe homie
So let it go, let it go, let it go

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Living my life about peace
Sharing this money and trying to all of niggas up and off them streets
Used to look up some niggas, but now it all seem that it come down to me
Make sure my family gon’ eat
Grinding from up underneath
Now they just say I’m a now they just say I’m a beast
And now all these haters looking at me pitifully
Cause I’m the shit, literally
And I be stuntin’ when I ride past my old school
I say fuck the new car, I cop the old school

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
This time I feel like its now or never
And going nowhere so no matter what they say I be here forever
Even though some folks will make it so you can’t win
Don’t need to take it on the gin
Remember homie you ain’t even gotta hold it in

[Hook : Akon]
Let it go, let it go homie
You know we can see through the blinds homie
See through the truth and them lies homie
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go , let it go homie
You know they can see’t what we see homie
Difference from the real and make believe homie
So let it go, let it go, let it go
Let let it go, let it go, let it go
Let them go, let them go, let them go
Let them know, let them know, let them know

The Bluff Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa(feat. Cam’ron)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
I got so much
I got so much
I got so much
I got so much

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Oh, still the same nigga
Still walking all upon your airplane with all my gang members
Smelling like, money and champagne
Part of my campaign
I’m fucking rich my nigga
Some things I can’t change
Sometimes I swear I be so fly I mean I can’t change
Sometimes I feel I’ve got a couple people I can’t shame
Still rolling weed in a pair of J’s
Gettin’ ashes all over my favorite jeans
I ain’t mad my nigga
I am getting paid, crib with the maid
It’s all the same shit, different day
Keep hearing ’bout what these niggas doin’
But them niggas gone, and I’m here to stay
(I’m here to stay)

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I got me a whole one
So I’m ’bout to roll one
As soon as you jump in the ride with me
Now you gettin’ lifted, and you feelin’ different
As soon as you want you can drive you’ll see
I got so much
(Yeah, yeah)
I got so much
(Yeah, yeah)
I got so much

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
I told her leaving God (Bye)
Or she can stay and breathe
She looked and said, Cam you don’t know what to say to me
(Oh really?) Paparazzi oh baby girl, no playing please
Now point that camera at my pockets cause they saying “cheese”
Put up your life we gambling, next time we out here scrambling
I’m Killah, he Wiz, but all our checks are Cam’rom
Next chapter, next chapter, f-f-f-fatigues and cannons
Fresh rapper, fresh rapper right here where I’m standing
You play? We playin’
Drop by on the way that waving
New five, that’s how we playin’
We have wave, I’m just saying
What you sayin’? What I’m sayin’?
Money holds clothes and mayhem
Amen! Please have her on her knees, and she ain’t prayin’

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I got me a whole one
So I’m ’bout to roll one
As soon as you jump in the ride with me
Now you gettin’ lifted, and you feelin’ different
As soon as you want you can drive you’ll see
I got so much
(Yeah, yeah)
I got so much
(Yeah, yeah)
I got so much

Work Hard, Play Hard Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

[Verse 1]
Diamonds all on my ring nigga
Gold watches, gold chain nigga
Hundred thou’ on champagne nigga
Yeah my money insane nigga
Yeah I’m making it rain nigga
But I was just on the plane nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, it’s my time of year
If I’m in the club, I get a hundred stacks
I’m always rolling up so I get love for that
Them niggas stole my swag but I don’t want it back
My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I’m onto that
You see it in my closet before it’s on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii, now I’m goin’ back
My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it’s hard to think
Buy so many bottles it’s gon’ be hard to drink
But I’m still pourin’ up and my family here and they rolling up so uh!

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
Hop your pretty ass up in this fucking car
Bitch I’m out this world, girl you know I’m a star
Used to buying rounds but now we buy the bar
Last year they had to ask now they know who we are
Boss shit, walk in the building, I own shit
You can tell by who I’m on the phone with
Yeah nigga talking about grown shit
Niggas too busy jacking my swag
Need to fuck around, get your own shit
Get your own cars, get your own clothes
Get your own smoke, get your own bitch
You ain’t reppin’ my gang, get your own clique

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

[Verse 3]
Go hard
Make sure you do whatever is that you gotta do, that’s your job
And niggas gon’ hate but that’s no prob’
So hey fuck ’em don’t need nothing from ’em
Some niggas talking but the shit they claiming don’t mean nothing
It’s straight from Cali, that’s what’s in my joint that’s what I’m puffin’, OG
And been one since I was young enough to know that everybody was gonna know me
Most niggas don’t see

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard

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