Letras:Wiz Khalifa. Other. Gd Up.

Yeah, (Wiz Khalifa!) It?s Young Khalifa man.
Taylor Gang over everything
Champagne, Paper Planes.
Bitch takin off her wedding ring.

If I got it then I?mma spend it if I want to.
And pick you up anything you want too.
And nah I don?t gotta say nothing about it?s right in front of you.
I do all that shit them niggas don?t do.
(Pop another bottle, mama roll this weed up, I?m so G?d up.) x2
Big Face Digits, Whips Ain?t Rented.
Walk Inside the bank bitch I?m Ben Frank friendly.
Big Cake Piled Up on my plate shit endless.
Throw it in her face watch the bitch make wishes.
Walk inside the club, bottles of that liquor.
Groupies actin up, dyin to get a picture.
Rosay and Patron, Kush be my cologne.
Shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled.
All my diamonds clean, all I count is cheese.
Walkin on a dream while you tryin to intervene.
On top of that monay, them haters in between.
Smokin sour steam you can smell it on her weave.
Smell it when I leave, niggas catch a feelin.
OG Kush prescription keep me way over the building.
Ridin in my ride, bangin in my system.
High as whitney tryin to find a way to get a milk in.

If I got it then I?mma spend it if I want to.
And pick you up anything you want too.
And nah I don?t gotta say nothing about it?s right in front of you.
I do all that shit them niggas don?t do.
(Pop another bottle, mama roll this weed up, I?m so G?d up.) x2
Know I?m smokin sour you can smell it down the hall.
Burnin sides a youngin, what you sell will get you far.
Captain of my team, tell you how to ball.
Any game I?ll put that on my marijuana jar.
Breakfast on the plane. Smell like alcohol.
Diamonds on my chain, muscle in my car.
Live the movie scene, hundred dollar jeans.
Pocket full of ?benjy?s? givin 20?s to my broads.
Always on my job, been about my business.
Killin all these rappers off now can I get a witness.
Lyin to the judge, flyin to the club.
Chopper played a barber came to line a nigga up.
Heavy in the game, still ain?t had enough.
We taken all your bitches, and buyin all the drugs.
Couple thousand for the Louis lining in my tub.
G?d up from my feet up to the roof.

If I got it then I?mma spend it if I want to.
And pick you up anything you want too.
And nah I don?t gotta say nothing about it?s right in front of you.
I do all that shit them niggas don?t do.
(Pop another bottle, mama roll this weed up, I?m so G?d up.) x2