Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y, Problem - Getting Loose lyrics

Yeah, ooh van Gogh
Yeah, yeah, shit

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth
Got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof
Getting head in the booth, yeah
I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth
Got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof
Getting head in the booth, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I
Ain't going for the floof, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I
Ain't going for the floof, what?

Uh, scrapers in the city, Daytons on the 57
Chevy chrome, suspension four switcher
LS engine, bitches came with the interior
Dope pot, stir it up
Fumes got her tearing up
'79 Malibu, mash down the avenue
If them niggas really wanna race
Bring the bag through
Came through in the space coupe
Everything new
Umbrellas in the door, galaxy in the roof
Boss in the booth, sharks after the loot
Be cool, motherfucker, ain't nobody asked you
Goin' where the money at
Came back with all that
Blabber-mouth bitch gave my niggas
The treasure map
We know where it's at, muhfucker
Forget a plaque
For twice what you pay, homeboy
You could get it back
We could call a private plane like a taxi cab
Crib with extended driveway and a heli pad
Bitch

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth
Got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof
Getting head in the booth, yeah
I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth
Got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof
Getting head in the booth, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I
Ain't going for the floof, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I
Ain't going for the floof, what?

Bars in the hook's all that it took
We don't gotta ask questions
We wrote the book
This life way better than it look
You ain't gonna get to work on foot
Got these other rap niggas shook
10 years, ain't miss by a hair
You could drop shit in his whip, not in here
Proceed with care
The set keep trees in the air
No need for VIP passes
My whole team in the clear
VS in all our pieces, try to call our phone
Can't reach us we probably out the country
Or rolling weed up, playing FIFA
And my cars is decent, some of 'em older
Some recent
Leaving my keys in, this one for today
You gon' see a new one this weekend, on gang

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth
Got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof
Getting head in the booth, yeah
I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth
Got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof
Getting head in the booth, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I
Ain't going for the floof, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I
Ain't going for the floof, what?