Artist: Wiz Khalifa Album: N/A (0000) Title: G Shit
Lyrics G Shitadjust my louie v vision, follow up in the spot as long as me and my gang get in hey nigger i came with came to spend chips on popping champagne and tipping waitresses g'd up, what you think this is? quit your feet up, it's the fast life mama speed up , the corp, roll the weed up nowadays and fuck them with bar still nothing changed but the horses in my car usually ain't in to showing hoes where i live but tonight we gonna go to my crib be on your toes, your boy ,smell the weed on your clothes he don't know what i did, chop you off at you , , plus your nigger calling, think he starting to catch quinn look at your phone, press n, can't , of what he doesn't know plus you figure we're both grown come on
[chorus] money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me that's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all ,leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song i ain't trying fall in love with you let me fill your cup then find our way home after life i'm living, rooftop you gonna need but not killer vision order a few shots and them things that you say you do not do you prolly gonna give in say as long i call it statement for the mission to get you high as you want, break dress code skip the lines to the top ride top down , soon as the dooby get down, roll another one hard as , a couple , you bring my brother one the bitches can't roll weed, i ain't fucking with them that's just real shit, spend vegas chips, all expense paid trips buy the champagne and spill a well save a sip and you're here with me in vip taking risk home girl saying shit like rose my favorite plus i'm rolling about this weed you ever smell ,your hair, , your nail, she under a spell
[chorus] money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me that's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all ,leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song i ain't trying fall in love with you let me fill your cup then find our way home
[chorus] money ain't a thang, tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigger that's here with me that's the strategy, g shyt them all, g shyt them all, g shyt them all ,leave bitches with their hands in the air, tell the dj damn it's my song i ain't trying fall in love with you let me fill your cup then find our way home. |