Wiz Khalifa, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Co-Pilot lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Co-Pilot lyrics]
They See me coming
They say here comes Big Time
Yeah, nigga, big money, big rhymes
Big ole thing in my pants for big body dimes
Between hate and love is a very thin line
(uhhh)
They see me coming, they say here go big dog
Yeah, nigga, big money, big song
Big ole thing in my shorts
For big body broads
Between hate and love is where
The guns pop off
Now, I don’t buy shit
All of my chips go where I live
Hook it up nice, James Bond, Stylin'
Hi Tech shit expensive shower heads
TV’s in the mirror
Watching "Housewives" with
My bad chick, pool size jaccuzz’
Bubble bath that, oh, we feeling in the mood
For some slow wet sex, pussy real splashy
She told me go long and threw it back at me
Babe, what do you say
You and I stay in love forever
Life is but a dream don’t wake me
Sprees at Vinnie’s
Them lil t-shirts look perf’ on your titties
My baby live crazy and die of old age, we
Stress free everything’s all love lately
Ever since we hooked up, life is wavy
We anchor the yacht wherever the sun blazing
Superstar life, shooting star life we crime
And crime don’t pay
Yo, Whatcha know ‘bout it
In other words these names
Brands things is free, come fly with me
You’ll be my Co-Pilot (x 2)
Let’s get High
(God Damn, that ass is 1st class) So High
(Aye, Yo Wiz…) So High (God Damn
That ass is 1st class) So High
(I know you see that right
Over there…) Let’s get
High (God Damn, that ass is 1st class) So High (look, right over there…Yeah, Yeah, Nigga, them bitches got money, we got money) So High, Let’s get High (do the math
Swing that…)
Rolling up before the first ones even over
We run the game, Taylor Gang, we never sober
The kush I’m smoking on’s from the grower
The smells reminiscent of a motor
Cut from the same cloth cause
G’s all the same
Me and prodigy seeing all this change
My weed got to be from the stronger strain
I’m cool with the pilot
I bring it on the plane
Say I’m ruthless, bitch
That’s why my coupe is
I got all this new shit off of doing music
Fuck the money, rap for family the most
Been rich so long, can’t remember being broke
Get high so much
Don’t know it’s like being low
I take a nigga’s crib and spend it on a coat
That means I’m balling like ball game
30 thousand on this Balmain
Who’d ever guessed that vSO p be so gifted
He ushered in a new year with this big shit
It sounds like Miami nights on the club strip
Sitting in the fly V getting lifted
On the low, ladies spot me and ‘proach me
No cat calls, no shorty, shorty!
No excuse me miss
They see me and just step to they biz
Its more like what Up Kid, I see you shining
I can smell a nigga with money
What up Big Time? it's
Nothing but this muthafucking good life girl
You looking good
Me and you can have a good night girl
Bring your chics to the Ritz
We got all of the bottles and the spliffs
And come and get some room service
From the god of sex are you my goddess?
You’ll find out soon enough
Maybe no, maybe yes, it's
They say here comes Big Time
Yeah, nigga, big money, big rhymes
Big ole thing in my pants for big body dimes
Between hate and love is a very thin line
(uhhh)
They see me coming, they say here go big dog
Yeah, nigga, big money, big song
Big ole thing in my shorts
For big body broads
Between hate and love is where
The guns pop off
Now, I don’t buy shit
All of my chips go where I live
Hook it up nice, James Bond, Stylin'
Hi Tech shit expensive shower heads
TV’s in the mirror
Watching "Housewives" with
My bad chick, pool size jaccuzz’
Bubble bath that, oh, we feeling in the mood
For some slow wet sex, pussy real splashy
She told me go long and threw it back at me
Babe, what do you say
You and I stay in love forever
Life is but a dream don’t wake me
Sprees at Vinnie’s
Them lil t-shirts look perf’ on your titties
My baby live crazy and die of old age, we
Stress free everything’s all love lately
Ever since we hooked up, life is wavy
We anchor the yacht wherever the sun blazing
Superstar life, shooting star life we crime
And crime don’t pay
Yo, Whatcha know ‘bout it
In other words these names
Brands things is free, come fly with me
You’ll be my Co-Pilot (x 2)
Let’s get High
(God Damn, that ass is 1st class) So High
(Aye, Yo Wiz…) So High (God Damn
That ass is 1st class) So High
(I know you see that right
Over there…) Let’s get
High (God Damn, that ass is 1st class) So High (look, right over there…Yeah, Yeah, Nigga, them bitches got money, we got money) So High, Let’s get High (do the math
Swing that…)
Rolling up before the first ones even over
We run the game, Taylor Gang, we never sober
The kush I’m smoking on’s from the grower
The smells reminiscent of a motor
Cut from the same cloth cause
G’s all the same
Me and prodigy seeing all this change
My weed got to be from the stronger strain
I’m cool with the pilot
I bring it on the plane
Say I’m ruthless, bitch
That’s why my coupe is
I got all this new shit off of doing music
Fuck the money, rap for family the most
Been rich so long, can’t remember being broke
Get high so much
Don’t know it’s like being low
I take a nigga’s crib and spend it on a coat
That means I’m balling like ball game
30 thousand on this Balmain
Who’d ever guessed that vSO p be so gifted
He ushered in a new year with this big shit
It sounds like Miami nights on the club strip
Sitting in the fly V getting lifted
On the low, ladies spot me and ‘proach me
No cat calls, no shorty, shorty!
No excuse me miss
They see me and just step to they biz
Its more like what Up Kid, I see you shining
I can smell a nigga with money
What up Big Time? it's
Nothing but this muthafucking good life girl
You looking good
Me and you can have a good night girl
Bring your chics to the Ritz
We got all of the bottles and the spliffs
And come and get some room service
From the god of sex are you my goddess?
You’ll find out soon enough
Maybe no, maybe yes, it's