| You hear that?
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| It’s paper
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| Its bout paper, get your money man
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| Get yours
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| Lay up, if you wanted me, I’m 6 o’clock
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| That mean I stay up
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| See you niggas standing in a line
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| I got my weight up
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| A lot of niggas owing dues, man
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| It’s time to pay up
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| Smoke a joint with my girl every time we wake up
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| In your city, but don’t plan on staying
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| If you ain’t talking 30 million
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| Then we can’t arrange it
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| Yeah
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| I treat the game like I’m renovating
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| They call me the landlord
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| I got all the tenants hating
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| Look at my tennis bracelet
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| There’s all these diamonds in it
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| And plus my watch is icy too
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| That means it’s time to get it
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| Yeah, I think they scared of me like I’m the dentist
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| Like it run in the fam, everyone 'round about our business
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| And I get high off fitness
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| That mean I’m smoking strong
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| Bet all these diamonds will you give you something to focus on
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| Your girl love my song
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| My chain cool the Fonz
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| My kush be the bomb
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| It sing like Solange
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
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| That they say that we can’t get dough?
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| All money
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
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| That they say that we can’t smoke?
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| Kush
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
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| That they say that we can’t rep Taylor?
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| Taylor Gang
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
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| That we can’t keep getting that paper?
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| Hell no
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| Big stunner, ex-weed runner
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| My bitch hotter than the middle of the summer
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| Rocking anything I want and
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| Still watch for undercovers
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| Like, I’m just on the sheet
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| Money make me feel complete
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| See, you don’t do this everyday
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| That mean you can’t compete
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| I’m on top of the game
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| But I came from underneath
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| Never tame me, I’ma beast
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| Watch my change increase
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| Used to just show up
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| But now I make them pay them fees
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| Used to smoke blunts
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| Now I need the paper
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| Being broke ain’t in my nature
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| Either block out what they say
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| Or use the talk as motivation (uh)
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| We at the top and know they hating
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| Know sometimes they like the child that whine and get impatient
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| But there ain’t no complaining
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
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| That they say that we can’t get dough?
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| All money
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
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| That they say that we can’t smoke?
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| Kush
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
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| That they say that we can’t rep Taylor?
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| Taylor Gang
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go
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| That we can’t keep getting that paper?
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| Hell no
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| And that’s how it is
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| I just got on the plane, you know what I’m saying?
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| Smelling like about 5 thousand dollars worth of Khalifa Kush
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| And I dare somebody to say something to me, motherfucker
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| Taylor Gang or die
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| And the gang is for gang
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| Yeah bitch, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Global Access , by - Wiz Khalifa. Song from the album Laugh Now, Fly Later, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп