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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ID Labs
ID Labs
Producer

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(I'm lookin' for Nipsey) I know someone who need it, so I'm bringin' it all with me, all with me Claim she yours, when you leave, she's sneakin' and callin' me, callin' me Money on the way, feel like I ain't make enough Jets on the way, feel like I ain't take enough Money on the way, feel like I ain't make enough Jets on the way, feel like I ain't take enough Big bag motherfucker walkin' into the room Wit' a big bag on him, finna smoke e'rybody out Good Khalifa Kush finna choke e'rybody out Been a real motherfuckin' G, e'rybody not Don't talk money when you see me, boy, I got a knot Flows, got plenty and respect, I got a lot Keep my jar with me 'cause the Kush I can't be without Got the game in a chokehold, I don't need a lot Niggas like, "Yo, Khalifa man" when they see me out I be so high can't even hear what you speakin' 'bout Blowin' on Kush so loud, blow the speakers out Got a reputation, I suggest y'all watch your mouth Know it's my whip when you see it in the parkin' lot Know it's my shit when you hear it, you should spark it up Know they ain't fuckin' with the kid, nah, nigga, they ain't hard as us Y'all the shit fallin' off garbage truck I don't gotta light one up Mine already lit, mine already lit, so I don't gotta fire one up I'm already lit, I'm already lit, you know The checks keep comin', checks keep comin' The checks keep comin', checks keep comin' The checks keep comin', checks keep comin' The checks keep comin', checks keep comin' When I ride in, they like, "Is that a nigga on a horse And a bad bitch in a Porsche?" They know my name 'cause I carried the torch All weak shit get extorted Might need a forklift, the bag I just made is too heavy Goddamn, that's a fortune You can't afford to live the life I live Bring the whole thing back, then I'm breakin' down the portions This shit get ugly like a sport gets Get sticky, bitch niggas might forfeit Real picky with my choices, this is for the chip Sleep with one eye open, never slip If she humble, then I gift her Look at niggas crazy any time they don't tip her The lights in my chain the Big Dipper This ain't a rent-a-yacht, I just seen Flipper I actually do cuss a little Do you, what's your favorite curse word? Probably "Fuck" (ah-ha-ha) I don't gotta light one up Mine already lit, mine already lit, so I don't gotta fire one up I'm already lit, I'm already lit, you know The checks keep comin', checks keep comin' The checks keep comin', checks keep comin' The checks keep comin', checks keep comin' The checks keep comin', checks keep comin' And that's the bottom line 'Cause Young Khalifa Man said so Can I get a, "Hell yeah?" (Hell yeah) (Hell yeah) (Hell yeah) (Hell yeah) (Hell yeah)
Writer(s): Thomaz Cameron Jibril Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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