| Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain’t make enough
|
| All of these niggas, I smoke when I’m wakin' up
|
| No, I ain’t fake enough, money I’m rakin' up
|
| Time I ain’t takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
|
| Yo bed, she makin' up, my crib, I’m takin' up
|
| Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em
|
| My car, I’m racin' it, crash and replacin' it
|
| Don’t want the basics in, smokin' and facing it
|
| Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
|
| Real Gs 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 bust down
|
| I was down bad, but I’m up now
|
| When 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 'round
|
| 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 roll, 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
|
| All of these niggas, I smoke when I’m wakin' up
|
| No, I ain’t fake enough, money I’m rakin' up
|
| Time I ain’t takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
|
| Yo bed, she makin' up, my crib, I’m takin' up
|
| Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em
|
| My car, I’m racin' it, crash and replacin' it
|
| Don’t want the basics in, smokin' and facing it
|
| Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
|
| Real Gs 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, woah)
|
| Connect that with my cookie, that’s what Huncho rollin' up
|
| Walk around Takeoff, do not kick his double cup
|
| Offset so crazy, you might end up polled up (Poll '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
|
| Can’t come in first, we don’t remember runner-ups
|
| Walk in the club with my motherfuckin' burner tux (Burner tux, grrah!)
|
| I am your leader, your favorite achiever
|
| I bought the baguettes, the private is cheaper
|
| Quavo Huncho, I’m trappin' with Wiz Khalifa
|
| Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain’t make enough
|
| All of these niggas, I smoke when I’m wakin' up
|
| No, I ain’t fake enough, money I’m rakin' up
|
| Time I ain’t takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
|
| Yo bed, she makin' up, my crib, I’m takin' up
|
| Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em
|
| My car, I’m racin' it, crash and replacin' it
|
| Don’t want the basics in, smokin' and facing it
|
| Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
|
| Real Gs 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
|
| Do you want more? |
| Do you want some more?
|
| Jerm on the boards |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Out in Space , by - Wiz Khalifa. Song from the album The Saga of Wiz Khalifa, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп