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Wiz Khalifa - Out in Space feat. Quavo [Official Audio]
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Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Jackson Patrick Card
Jackson Patrick Card
Songwriter
Jeremy Kulousek
Jeremy Kulousek
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Co-Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer
Big Jerm
Big Jerm
Producer
Jay Card
Jay Card
Producer

Testi

Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is Real G's move in silence, my niggas are dangerous Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane Stack everythin' at the club, make it rain Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game Got a new car and a bustdown I was down bad, but I'm up now And I puff loud when I come 'round And we just met, she in love now I'm a straight player, I don't cuff now I get to the bag, I just run around I'm on KK, I need one pound When I call a play, it's a touchdown I'ma beat it down, money, need a pile of it Blowin' strong and I even fly with it Team that I'm with, they don't violate it Got a man, but she couldn't hide in it Say she can't get enough, late night, I hit her up Smokin', not drinkin', so I'm 'bout to pick her up Had me one rolled soon as her nigga left Like when I choke her, don't let her get her breath Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is Real G's move in silence, my niggas are dangerous Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane Stack everythin' at the club, make it rain Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game (Quavo, whoa) Connected, my Cookie, that's what Huncho rollin' up Walk around Takeoff, do not kick his double cup Offset so crazy, you might end up poured up (pour 'em up) Lookin' for your bitch, she out somewhere cuddled up Circle is tight, look like a huddle-up Tryna get right, young nigga double up (double up) I paid for the bitch to go get a new tummy tuck Gang come in first, we don't run with runner-ups Walk in the club with my motherfuckin' burner tucked (burner tucked, grra) I am your leader, your favorite achiever I bought the baguettes, the Pave is cheaper Quavo Huncho, I'm trappin' with Wiz Khalifa Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is Real G's move in silence, my niggas are dangerous Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane Stack everythin' at the club, make it rain Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game (Jerm on the boards)
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Jeremy Kulousek, Mike Dean, Jackson Patrick Card Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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