Wiz khalifa - G'd up

G'd up Lyrics

Yeah, Sean Khalifa man, yeah, haha, Taylor gang over everything
Champagne, paper planes, bitch taking off a wedding ring
Be the usher never be the same, making money, making way

If I got it and I'm a spend it if I want to, and pick you up anything you want to
And now I ain't gotta say none about it's right in front of you
I do all that I should to make a stone do
Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up, planes too, ya already there
Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up

Big face digits, whips and rhinit, walk inside a bank bitch I've Ben Frank friendly
Big cake caught up on my plane shit endless
Throw it in her face watch the bitch make wishes
Walk inside the club, bottle with that liquor
Groupies acting up, dying to get a picture
Rosee in patrol, push me my cologne
Shawty get the key... joy already clean
All my dum is clean all I count is cheese
Walking on a dream while you're trying to intervene
All top of that money, them haters in between
Smoking soar steam you could smell it on a weave
Smell it when I leave niggers catch a filling
Ozzie push prescription keep me way over the building
Riding in my ride banging in my system
High's with me trying to find a way to get a million

If I got it and I'm a spend it if I want to, and pick you up anything you want to
And now I ain't gotta say none about it's right in front of you
I do all that I should to make a stone do
Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up
Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up

Now I'm smoking sour you can smell it down the hall
Burning says a younger with you so can get you far
Captain of my team, tell you how to ball
Ain't the game I put that on my marijuana jar
Breakfast on the plane, smell like alcohol
Diamonds in my chains, muscle in my car
Live a movie scene, hundred dollars jeans
Pocket full of vintage, giving twenties to my brad
Always on my job, been about my benice
Killing all these rappers off now can I get a win this?
Lying to the judge, flying to the club,
Chopper play then barbra came and winded nigger up
Heavy in the game, still ain't had enough
We taking all your bitches and banging on the drugs
Couple of thousands for the Louies lining in my tub
G'd up from my feet up, roof...

If I got it and I'm a spend it if I want to, and pick you up anything you want to
And now I ain't gotta say none about it's right in front of you
I do all that I should to make a stone do
Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up,
Pop another bottle, my maraud is wither, I am so g'd up, g'd up.

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