Wiz Khalifa - Bootsy Bellows lyrics

Gang, gang gang, gang, gang
Gang

Leave it to me
I'll have you twisting that weed with a G
Got too much talent just to
Be sittin' around with
Weed and alcohol, that's the balance
Ridin' in the Benz with low mileage
Working 'til my hands get callouses
Been a player, I established it
Whips be the fastest
Chicks be the baddest and
My kush above average
Legendary status and my crib like a palace
I know why they mad
'Cause your bitch layin' in my bed
Still got the weed smell in her hair
Comin' home later, nigga gettin' carats
Make a whole pound disappear
Come for the money, tryna get it all
If it's for the gang, Imma get involved
Look at me different now
Roll some weed and put your niggas on
You ain't bout the paper, what you in it for?

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in
I got a joint rolled you
Know that I'ma spark it
That's why I ride so slow
Me and my gangsters
I hear 'em talkin' like they
Livin' but they ain't us pockets, they swole
I won't leave here alone
Came here with no bitch
But when I walk out the door
I might leave here with your bitch

Uh, they ain't goin hard as us
We courtside, chillin'
Smokin' out the building
Regardless if authorities give us permission
Boss bitches niggas breakin' they
Credit card limit's to try to ball with us
We in talks with those who
Own they own business
My spark lit, then I paint pictures
Don't leave witnesses, nah nigga
My gang different
Pull the Benz out in the rain
Hit her once, I won't even remember her name
Hella diamonds up in my chain
To say that I'm dope is
An understatement but no, i ain't underrated
Came from a place where niggas
Make their own way
Got some girls who fuck me but
Got niggas so they don't say
I'm puttin' KK in the paper
On point, gang ready for danger long joints
Rollin' them things like broken fingers
Too clean to ever have a stain
Khalifa the boss before you beat the game

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in
I got a joint rolled you
Know that imma spark it
That's why I ride so slow
Me and my gangsters
I hear 'em talkin' like they
Livin' but they ain't us pockets, they swole
I won't leave here alone
Came here with no bitch
But when I walk out the door
I might leave here with your bitch

Pockets is gettin' swole
Used to smoke blunts now it's paper she roll
Diamonds to my toes
Everywhere I go, I'm froze you already know
Fool gangsters too
This is how them gangsters do