Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y - Find a Way lyrics

Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play
Paper straight
Come up with bars to get us paid
Major weight make it hard for them to imitate
Rolex tell the daytime and the date
If I eat, all my niggas gon' get a plate
If you hate, guaranteed, you ain't in the way
Clown shit, we don't entertain
Always been a young nigga with the
Vision and I'm still the same
Turned an idea into a strain
Do it once, I fuck with you, I respect you
You do it again
Nothin' but the best for the fam
I don't gotta flex for the 'Gram
Too many rings for my hands
So we stack 'em and stash 'em
We them fuckin' champs

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy ah ah, uh
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
You ain't close to rich enough to be in here
Papered up and stoned at every appearance
Martha's Vineyard
Baby left her diamond necklace behind
At the bed and breakfast, it's fine
She got that on a heist
She'll steal a better one on the next one
I only fuck with professionals
Sniper scopes and silencers stuck
Inside of leather sectionals
Watch where you sit at
Might hear that click-clack
I copped the BMW six pack, M package
Highway action, state mansion
That's what G's do, you smell
That fire in the breeze, fool
Don't you dare call this shit a part two
This a whole 'nother animal
This that mankind mandible
Chanel drip on your television channel
Counting cake lit as a birthday candle

Pay me just like a fan do
Real one so they don't know how
Much my shit they can handle
Chicks love social media
So I watch out for them scandals
Don't measure that kush, give you a handful
Gotta grind 'cause my son hungry
And the rent due

We changed how you smoke
Changed how you dress
Your whole life was blessed by the
Presence of the stoned legends
Ho, retrace our steps and see what you get
If you never let suckers talk
You out shootin' your shot
Hustle with every breath, huh?

McQueen ounces of weed
Got your own if you at my table
McQueen ounces of weed
Got your own if you at my table
Yeah, ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh