Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Phone Numbers , by - Wiz Khalifa. Release date: 16.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Phone Numbers |
| Usually I’ll be smoking weed on the intro but I’m drinking water |
| This cabin fever |
| sick |
| I’m not going to tell you again |
| Stay the hell away from my woman |
| Taylor Gang nigga’s think you can do what ever they want |
| I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl |
| You think she my newest bitch, she my old girl |
| Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his |
| Hoes get in my car ask what the channel is |
| Boss shit, look that up my nigga, I handle biz |
| On fire, like a candle is |
| Niggas be dressing off the manikin |
| Mmm, and I get fresh like where them cameras is |
| Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish friends |
| Coulda been the President rather be the man instead, yeah |
| Now when I get paid my checks be lookin' like phone numbers |
| Now when I get paid my checks be lookin' like phone numbers |
| (You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million) |
| I’m talking millions, nigga I’m talking millions |
| (You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million) |
| I’m talking millions, nigga I’m talking millions |
| Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) |
| Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) |
| (You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million) |
| I’m talking millions, nigga I’m talking millions |
| (You can talk shit bitch, I’m worth a million) |
| I’m talking millions, nigga I’m talking millions |
| I’m in the hood of off something that’s corner surfing |
| Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I’m polar surfing |
| Blowing faces, I’m shitting on the diamond infested |
| Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my time’s invested |
| I’m still the king and I’m thugged out |
| Any block, any club I flood it out |
| I ain’t one for competition I’mma blow it out |
| I’m going hard I don’t even plan on going out |
| I get money probably something you don’t know about |
| I stunt hard, you would swear that I was showing out |
| Don’t tell me get 'em, I got 'em and I’mma throw 'em out |
| And back door on these hoes that I was warning out |
| While I’m in this machine, convert the top |
| Tell them that the sky is the limit |
| With a foreign freak, she got her face in my lap |
| So deep you would think that she was hiding in it |
| Shrimp, steak liquor and pastaaa |
| Real shit boy, these niggas imposters |
| They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner |
| Oh My Gosher |
| I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage |
| Counting 7 digits no wonder why the money calling |
| Got ya bitch panties Niagara falling |
| Dollars come like I fuck in the bank |
| I told them I could, they tell me I can’t |
| They want me to trip when I dunk in the paint |
| I’m popping champagne and puffin' on dank |
| Shining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see me |
| My dick hard, your bitch is easy |