Wiz Khalifa - Good Dank lyrics

Yeah ten steps ahead of these niggas
That's why they fuck with me
Instead of these niggas fool
Kush and orange juice, nigga
I'm tryna use better words bitch
Jerm on the boards
This time around we want all the money
You niggas short changin' and shit
Show somethin' champagne and E-Z widers
Presidential views

I keeps it real, nothin' like you actors do
Joints I flick bomb raps I kicks off
Can't rip this off
Tag on your mattress, fool
You'd rather be high this that shit, bitch
Now you in the presence of the fly
Louis cover my eyes
Not them hundred dollar Ray-Bans
Fam, these 675
Rap ass niggas tellin you lies runnin' game
Some things money just can't disguise
That's why keepin' it G is
Where I keep my pride you a lame
Cause I'm good wit a couple niggas who ride
Look fella trees yellin'
Just by the smell you can tell us
Chronic I smoke hella
My pockets want mozzarella
Your bitch here twistin' up like propellers
Got my paper right
Now we like white boy hair
The way they jeal-ous

When we come we came to spend money
We think it ain't nothin' that's why
We get to cuffin' their hoes
She comin' to drank and smoke
Some of this good dank
Then go back to my place
Don't ask you already know
Ain't worried 'bout another nigga
While I'm gettin mine homie I
Ain't got the time
Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like
Time is on my side
But they don't wanna see me fly
They don't wanna see me fly
The life is all I know
To live this way, I chose
Grindin' paid it's toll oh, oh
Now everywhere I go I fly

Most of my bitches use and abuse
These niggas
Call it making 'em pay they dues
Spendin' all your hard-earned money
On bags and shoes
When all they really need is
Kush and orange juice
Shit, that's what I feed 'em
They download my songs
Watch my interviews and read 'em
Treat her like you love her
I fuck her once then I don't need her
I'm playin' i keep a couple of them skinnies
That I hit up anytime I'm in they city
Shorty, I ain't on no sports team
But ya nigga ballin
Don't pick up my line less
I see it's money callin'
Jordan shorts by the pair and
My socks is Ralph Lauren
And I got that there from
My nigga down New Orleans real as they come
Every one of my niggas all in
Niggas'll talk slick
But me I'm gettin to the paper
Cause they see us and act
Like they never hated gang, gang

When we come we came to spend money
We think it ain't nothin' that's why
We get to cuffin their hoes
She comin' to drank and smoke
Some of this good dank
Then go back to my place
Don't ask you already know
Ain't worried 'bout another nigga
While I'm gettin mine homie I
Ain't got the time
Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like
Time is on my side
But they don't wanna see me fly
They don't wanna see me fly
The life is all I know
To live this way, I chose
Grindin' paid it's toll oh, oh
Now everywhere I go I fly

Taylor gang in this bitch you a fool
Big bags of kush, put a x in the middle
Add the orange juice nigga