Cory Gunz, Wiz Khalifa - I'm Laughin lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cory Gunz, Wiz Khalifa - I'm Laughin lyrics]
I’m full of myself – natural high
I’m pulling myself
Got my team, we’ve all got fam
Nobody’s stomach’s full by it'self
I hear the talkin’, they hatin’ –
But I’m laughin’ in they faces, like
No price to make the exchange
Gave my life away to this game
Got my mics days ‘fore they came
My ice David is Blaine
I’m fresh to death and they know
I don’t give a middle finger
’bout none of them hoes
I was on the block and now I’m on the clock
‘Cause I was born to rock
And y’all know I’m stoned
Young money, bitch, paid the
Dues – independent, major moves
Trukfit, YMCMB – can’t none of y’all
If ain’t ’bout bank, don’t BS me
Got drink so dark like DFZ
Pain ‘fore play, no PS3
This thing ain’t no PSB
They hatin’ on me
I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, they hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
They hatin’ on me
I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, keep hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
They hatin’ on me
I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, they hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
They hatin’ on me
I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, keep hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
I’ve got a foreign wife
I’ve got a foreign car
I get foreign money, and I’ve been goin’ far
Spend it all tonight, and get more tomorrow
I’m from outer space, I was born a star
Instead of playin’ their part
Niggas hatin’ hard, so I har-de har
Get a hundred grand
I might take a flight and go party hard
Paris, done it, Vegas, done it
Pick it, name it, they don’t want it
All my haters look surprised
But all my niggas seen it comin’
Always rollin’ up that stink
Always got a shot to drink
…laughin’ all the way to the bank
And my car just pulled up
Every time I see y’all
Keep my weed jar filled up
Niggas smell that smoke and be like "bro
What is this?"
I’m leavin’ tracks when I skurt out
I’m on that pack, put that dirt out
I’m talkin’ loud, what you heard ’bout?
My nigga, pounds, but no work out
I’m talkin’ keys to the Chevy
50 G’s to get ready
Need a pound of that lobster
We gon’ need some spaghetti
‘Cause my niggas is mobbin’
Not to mention we ready
And you ain’t in our family… fuck nigga
Never was, never will be
That's why I'm laughing at you
I’m pulling myself
Got my team, we’ve all got fam
Nobody’s stomach’s full by it'self
I hear the talkin’, they hatin’ –
But I’m laughin’ in they faces, like
No price to make the exchange
Gave my life away to this game
Got my mics days ‘fore they came
My ice David is Blaine
I’m fresh to death and they know
I don’t give a middle finger
’bout none of them hoes
I was on the block and now I’m on the clock
‘Cause I was born to rock
And y’all know I’m stoned
Young money, bitch, paid the
Dues – independent, major moves
Trukfit, YMCMB – can’t none of y’all
If ain’t ’bout bank, don’t BS me
Got drink so dark like DFZ
Pain ‘fore play, no PS3
This thing ain’t no PSB
They hatin’ on me
I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, they hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
They hatin’ on me
I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, keep hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
They hatin’ on me
I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, they hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
They hatin’ on me
I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, keep hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
I’ve got a foreign wife
I’ve got a foreign car
I get foreign money, and I’ve been goin’ far
Spend it all tonight, and get more tomorrow
I’m from outer space, I was born a star
Instead of playin’ their part
Niggas hatin’ hard, so I har-de har
Get a hundred grand
I might take a flight and go party hard
Paris, done it, Vegas, done it
Pick it, name it, they don’t want it
All my haters look surprised
But all my niggas seen it comin’
Always rollin’ up that stink
Always got a shot to drink
…laughin’ all the way to the bank
And my car just pulled up
Every time I see y’all
Keep my weed jar filled up
Niggas smell that smoke and be like "bro
What is this?"
I’m leavin’ tracks when I skurt out
I’m on that pack, put that dirt out
I’m talkin’ loud, what you heard ’bout?
My nigga, pounds, but no work out
I’m talkin’ keys to the Chevy
50 G’s to get ready
Need a pound of that lobster
We gon’ need some spaghetti
‘Cause my niggas is mobbin’
Not to mention we ready
And you ain’t in our family… fuck nigga
Never was, never will be
That's why I'm laughing at you