DJ Holiday, Chevy Woods, Wiz Khalifa - Situation lyrics

Man these broke ass niggas
Keep talking bout money
Pussy nigga tell them niggas
What’s the situation
Got my feet up, eating good every night
Home boy I’m situated
Get left, I ain’t tripping
Nigga make something out the situation
Is them niggas that you running with gon’
Bust back when it’s the situation
Boy I’m cold with the flow every line
That I say like a sick
You work all night on the street out there
Ain’t you sick of patient
Man I got 100 flows, man I did 100 shows
You could pick your favorite
Told me she don’t fuck with you
Niggas cause you motherfucking niggas basic
Money counter and a couple trash bags
Nigga that’s the situation
I ain’t never fuck with them niggas
Man been heard that them niggas hating
Sipping on the brown right now
Sitting in the bottom of my cup boy
That’s a motherfucking situation when
Them niggas get
To running straight out the cut boy

You ain’t talking bout money
You ain’t talking bout shit
Pussy nigga what’s your situation
You ain’t talking bout money
You ain’t talking bout shit
Pussy nigga what’s your situation
Big money that’s the situation
With your bitch, that’s the situation
With my niggas in the club popping bottles
Hell yeah that’s the motherfucking situation
Big money, big crib, big car
That’s the situation that’s the situation

I like my car was stopped at the light
She leaving me then she fucking tonight
Fuck me once, love me the rest of your life
Made her feel comfortable, let her cum twice
Roll up my weed like my drink with no ice
Niggas just want to be me, no surprise
I could do more in my sleep than you
Guys could do all in a week
Roll up a plane, call it frequently flying
I take my bitch shopping
She freak then I’m buying
Talk when I want, ain’t no speaking to mine
Been had the money, the secret is time
Come to the party just reeking the pine
Want the whole thing, not a piece of the pie
Got me an O, the bitch think that she fine
I’m smoking the drink while
She drinking some wine
Give her that dick, felt it deep in her spine
I talk a good game, get deep in her mind
Was gay, now she thinking she straight
My money is straight
My flight come in private and
Shorty it's seats don’t recline
Ain’t dropping a dime, I’m getting this cake
So close you could talk to the pilot
My new bitch in college
The fuck boy you tryna kick knowledge

You ain’t talking bout money
You ain’t talking bout shit
Pussy nigga what’s your situation
You ain’t talking bout money
You ain’t talking bout shit
Pussy nigga what’s your situation
Big money that’s the situation
With your bitch, that’s the situation
With my niggas in the club popping bottles
Hell yeah that’s the motherfucking situation
Big money, big crib, big car
That’s the situation that’s the situation