Wiz Khalifa

I don’t never wanna see you cry

I don’t never wanna see you die

I don’t never wanna see you lie

Boss’d up if I wanna make a move

Learn from my lessons so I never lose

Not the two, I’m the one, I’m the one, I’m the one

Uh, Wiz, I’mma help you re-educate the masses right now

(You know where I’m from)

Grew up like «Boyz N the Hood,» shit wasn’t all good

And now my mom got a crib, the backyard is all woods (Hahaha)

We suppose to go go

We suppose to go go

Keep a lil’ McQueen in my cup, Taylor cuff in my pants

‘Nother red carpet, if they hit you up when I land

Backseat how I like to ride

Two freaks tryna fit inside

Through with the basics

You think it’s a spaceship when I ride through

Feel like I’m on ice, we just glide

I’m on a trip to Dubai

Kissing the time of you guys

These dudes ain’t got no wins

Still gon’ talk like Letterman

Uh, sometimes I just wanna get high

Not pick up my phone

Not be concerned with the bullshit that’s goin’ on

You already know how we do around this time

Khalifa Man

I just wanna pull up with a bitch with no Instagram

I just wanna pull up to the club just to start

Eyes closed, I won’t come down

Only papers, no we don’t fuck with blunts

Hol’ up, we dem boyz

Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, we makin’ noise, hol’ up

Now my watch is worth 30 thousand

Got Cuban links and Italian

Boy, I’m gettin’ it

Got a hundred grand in my ashtray (Ashtray)

Spend a hundred K on a bad day (Bad day)

Still rolling weed on my XXL

Only difference is that’s me on the cover

Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is

Everything I do, yeah, I do it big

And ain’t shit change

But the amount of horses in my motor

When I switch lanes

And I beat ‘em blinding

Lamborghini dreams

Beach house wishes

Pour bottles of champagne

For my beach house bitches

It’s Young Khalifa man, Curren$y the Hot Spitta

Look in the mirror man, ask yourself one thing

How Fly, yeah

I keep the bigger picture in the glass frame

Plus my city on my back like it’s a motherfuckin last name

See there’s a big difference

Between the star life, and your life

Me, I live the star life

You smell it when I come through

In the front seat got a playboy bunny (bunny)

Different kinda hoes not the same lil bussy (naw)

Oh no keep an eye out for the po-po

Bigger raps make my figures stack like a totem pole

That’s exactly what I tell these hoes

A roof to rug type of brotha

Fly head to toe (Woo)

Who’s the kid spittin’ flames?

Changin’ the game

His name, it’s Wiz Khalifa man

From the home of the greats

 In the post-prohibition green frontier, elevated entrepreneur Wiz Khalifa has created his first-ever coloring book.