Ya Boy, Wiz Khalifa - Get Her High lyrics

I pull up on that girl like
"baby you like my wheels?"
Come, hop up in my car
Lets take a ride through the hills
She’s addicted to me because I get her high
I get her high, I get her high

I pull up on that girl like
"baby you like my wheels?"
Come, hop up in my car
Lets take a ride through the hills
She’s addicted to me because I get her high
I get her high, I get her high

Fast Living, fast women
They like to dive in that money
Look she back swimming she back grinning
I’m cash spending, Embarcadero, Rodeo Drive
5th Ave’n it
I’m not your average I’m well established
And I can introduce you to
Good living and lavishness
Establishments, flashy whips
The baddest bitch, baby the man’s a pimp
YB, rockstar in the flesh
She never knew she had rockstars in the west
I never knew Marciano could
Make a perfect dress how do you make it look
Like that? You're the best
J12 Chanel baby, that watch nice
You know I’m famous
So I put her in the spotlight
Let's hit the night spot then
I hit the spot right
Get in that thing and just go, no stop lights

Got her choice of any drug
She say I’m her favorite though
Proud enough to go around
But know she like to face it though
Talk just like a lady, drive Mercedes
Got your own
So how can I be a bad influence
Miss we grown
You sending me pics with nothing
But them Vicky’s on
Sidekick sex, we iPhone bone
Love to taste it
So she take it all the way down her throat
I’ll make you famous
Call you Miss blow it by the O
And if ya nigga got a
Problem, tell him see us, see us
She smell our aroma, sweet as California
Calling me her medicine
Higher than she ever been
It was better than the weekend with the stars
Well, you can have it all
Get the dream house with the car
You and your girls, day spa
Getting foot massages
Lot of rock n roll, sex and the drugs

I do my thing from the Range to the planes
I can’t say that since I got
Money I’ve been the same
Sushi dinners, Miami summers
New York Winters, I’m a big spender
I get Louie delivered, Gucci flown in
We flew out, got our iPhone roaming
You knew how I did her
Nigga just check her twitter
I bet a million she say the rockstar with her
Yeah, lets hit Sunset before the sun sets
She ask what’s next, well, baby I love sex
Rough sex, wild sex, hot sex, loud sex
We in the bedroom banging like gunplay
Girl you taste like an ice cream sundae
We can wake up in the morning, do it all over
We in the fast lane until
They pull the car over