DJ Daddykat, Wiz Khalifa - Palm Trees lyrics

H-H-Hadouken d-D-DJ Daddykat on the mix
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (We got that Dezzy drip 'fore
I paid the rent) yeah, uh

We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)
Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)
Gotta drive multiple whips
Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss
I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga
'til I make y'all sick
I'ma keep lettin' y'all hate the game
And the way I play it
Nobu dinner, she on my team
I know she a winner ain't no begginer
I mastered the style I evented
Learned how to handle my business
Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed
Khaki shorts and long sleeves
Don't say much but all the bitches want me

Fantical shots at a nigga so I
Don't got a bulletproof car
(Bulletproof car) pull up in all of them
Whips and they all tinted
Don't know who we are (Know who we are)
Remember I used to just shoot for the
Clouds now I shoot for the stars
(I go for the stars)
You fuckin' with me and you gonna get
Game and your gonna get bars
And now I got too many hoes
I hand 'em out once I
Don't even know I'm apart
I'm shoppin' and makin' my clothes
They sayin' I'm too hard
I told you that I was gon' win
As soon as I open the door
And they lettin' me star
And they takin' one look at my wrist
Get hella impressed
They don't even know what it cost
Come sit down with the boss

You pocket change, we millionairs
Pick one, I can call 'em
I ain't thinkin' in the past, lil' bitch
I'm movin' forward
Niggas my age lookin' hella stressed
But I'm enjoyin' it
You regular and this nigga important

We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)
Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)
Gotta drive multiple whips
Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss
I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga
'til I make y'all sick
I'ma keep lettin' y'all hate the game
And the way I play it
Nobu dinner, she on my team
I know she a winner ain't no begginer
I mastered the style I evented
Learned how to handle my business
Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed
Khaki shorts and long sleeves
Don't say much but all the bitches want me

I don't say much 'cause the money talk for me
Grab a paper, grind a tree up
Roll it up and spark a tree (Ha ha ha)
By the youngin's
Got some game and yeah they
Got it all from me
By the bitches, safe to say
It's hard to keep 'em off of me
Now they see I got the money
Made it double up
Got your nigga actin' troublesome
I got a couple friends but
I done fucked with some
I got a couple bitches
Ain't in love with none
Gotta handle business
I ain't finished 'til I'm done
Big crib, pick which one
Big tree mean big lungs
Ten bitches that's big fun

You pocket change, we millionairs
Pick one, I can call 'em
I ain't thinkin' in the past, lil' bitch
I'm movin' forward
Niggas my age lookin' hella stressed
But I'm enjoyin' it
You regular and this nigga important

We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)
Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)
Gotta drive multiple whips
Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss
I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga
'til I make y'all sick
I'ma keep lettin' y'all hate the game
And the way I play it
Nobu dinner, she on my team
I know she a winner ain't no begginer
I mastered the style I evented
Learned how to handle my business
Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed
Khaki shorts and long sleeves
Don't say much but all the bitches want me