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Wiz Khalifa Ft. Curren$y- Car Service
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Performer
Curren$y
Curren$y
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sledgren
Sledgren
Producer

Lyrics

Clear the runway baby I get money from Sunday to Sunday lady Ohh behave I'm young, rich famous Grinding, keep my pockets on Schwarzenegger O.G in my Swisher so my blunt taste flavored, don't it? Y'all niggas can get if you want it Tryna catch a flight? I'm in the back seat playing Xbox, car service just chillin' Burners in the wall, money all through the ceiling And Spitta on the phone, tell my dawg that we killin' These fuckin blogs, they love a star and I'm flashin' Life just like a movie No casting. Asked if the game been kinda slow But I'mma treat it like a Ashton Pedal to the metal I'm mashin' All we know is big money, medical weed, and fashion So, try your best to imagine Bro I'm rollin up another one Starring out this window, window, window, windowwww They tellin me to change how I'm livin', but it's all I know You see me in every city on my way out to another one, another one, another one, another ooonne You find me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh Bong rips double S's with the floor shift Windows twenty twenty clear Peep the 20's on the rear Order the car service If I feel as though I don't want steer Bitches freeze in the Xenon headlights like a deer But not out of fear, She looking cause its money over here Shine from above these land lovers I'm a chandelier My girl gotta pocket bubbler in her purse She keep it G and pack the bowl with weed and let me hit it first Ain't tryna be a hog, dawgy all I want is what I'm worth 80 days, 80 stages baby all around the earth Amazing race for the paper you suckas eattin' dirt Chew some orbit gum, brush your teeth and scrape your tongue Fresh as they come, second to none Pretty woman flirt Batting eyelashes they need guidance Lace em up like my New Balance And keep flyin' The closest that you lames ever came To the planes was a Palm Pilot I'm rollin up another one Starring out this window, window, window, windowwww They tellin me to change how I'm livin', but it's all I know You see me in every city on my way out to another one, another one, another one, another ooonne You find me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh
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