Extra Extra Credit - Wiz Khalifa: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Extra Extra Credit

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Extra Extra Credit was released on April 17, 2009 by Rostrum Records as a part of the album Flight School

Song Details

AlbumFlight School

Release DateApril 17, 2009

LabelRostrum Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM70

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Wiz Khalifa

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Wiz Khalifa

Composer

Eric Dan

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

E. Dan

Producer

Lyrics

(Aye) Yeah buddy (Yeah, yeah)

You know what we do around this time (Yeah)

Through the roof swag on you, fuck **** (Yeah, yeah)

I ain't gon' deny it, I be on some fly shit

See it, and I want it, like it, then I buy it

You paying for it, I can make it priceless

I told you all this money ain't for show, I let it go

If you get money, then you know just what I'm talking 'bout

I got a bad bitch, her name, you don't need to know

If you can take her off of me, that mean I don't need the hoe

Yeah, I'm like the number three, something you ain't seen be-fo'

So we get it smackin', once we get back to my vehicle

I got so much drink to pour and I got my reefer rolled

Girl, I'd love to stay, but gotta pack my things so we can go

They call me sayin' they need to know

How everyday I'm workin', but my life just like the weekend though

And when we in the club, the owners gon' acknowledge us

Me, I'm drunk as hell, throwing champagne bottles up

Yeah, we superstars, so the camera crews follow us

And all my diamonds traffic jam, they give you some kinda rush

Baby, I'm a star, you can join this constellation

Shit wherever I want, can't deal with constipation

Any chick that I handle, I teach 'em patience

How not to win the award, but be glad for your nominations

If getting money's the case, then I'm guilty

Need a shower, filthy

Wipe me down, I'm famous, all the bad hoes like me now

They don't just wanna fuck, they wanna become wifey now

You trying to make a name, but me, I got my own cloud

And I can't share no air space, see, I'm so Taylor Gang

I ain't gon' deny it, I be on some fly shit

See it, and I want it, like it, then I buy it

You paying for it, I can make it priceless

I told you all this money ain't for show, I let it go

If you get money, then you know just what I'm talking 'bout

Yeah, all this money got me feelin' bold

And **** staring like they scared the speakers' getting old

You look decent but your girlfriend's a centerfold

I keep my mind closed for bitches whose tryin' dig for gold

Big cake, y'all dinner rolls, you just sink, boy, I been afloat

I been in this game and E gave me the sticks, now I'm in control

And I'm playing on difficult, hop another plane

New day, another ticket, so we smoke to the life, write my name

In the Swisher smoke, **** know if they don't, then they bitch does

Rosé bottles spree, until they free my big Cuz

I tell her that she drunk, she say she just buzzed

Half a bottle later, she saying she in love

Some will say it's the fame, some will say the drugs

Got you losing your brain and doing these things in pub-lic

(Teheheh) Yeah, I'm on some own-world other shit

And you gon' have to find, some decent shelter to get cover in

If she got no panties on, then let her in

And her set of friends, meet the gang, whoa

I ain't gon' deny it, I be on some fly shit

See it, and I want it, like it, then I buy it

You paying for it, I can make it priceless

I told you all this money ain't for show, I let it go

If you get money, then you know just what I'm talking 'bout

Written by: Eric Dan, Wiz Khalifa

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