Wiz Khalifa, Rick Ross, Amber Rose - Never Been, Pt. II lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Rick Ross, Amber Rose - Never Been, Pt. II lyrics]
Uhh, hundred thousand dollars
It may sound like it's a lot
Really it's not to me
Now grab some of this weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up
Cause all these niggas slow
I probably won't be up in there
If I ain't got an O
Now I got my feet up cause I'm on
Top and niggas hopin' that I stop
But I'm just smokin'
Livin' life like in the movies that I watch
In my jacuzzi, roll another doobie
See what's newest on Netflix
Order another movie
See I'm smokin' the best shit
Mo'fuckers ain't ballin'
So they're seein' the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I'm up next
Dawg I be goin' so hard
Some say I'm needin' some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs
It ain't s'posed to be on my chest
And niggas talk but don't even
Be on them jets
Man they don't even seein' them checks
But you can tell by how I spit it
Nigga I be gettin' dough
Take her all the places that
She never been befo'
(Don't give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I've never been, this far
And fuck that other shit
Them niggas talking about
I've never been, this high
I'm in my Grand Natty
Smokin' on that granddaddy
It got an odor like a motor runnin'
Fantastic never the minor things
I'm movin' on to finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings
Balmain designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves
Movin' like the mob i'm gettin' money
So maybe baby come get a job
So fuck them other bitches
We onto other business
And fuck them other niggas
We at them dollar figures
Versace chains, gold rollies
It's the same game
Racked up, shawty, Rosé bottles every day
Sipping that purple stuff
Twistin' the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari
This bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches
'nother crook in the castle
Only fuck with my niggas
Pray we all livin' lavish
I pray we all livin' so lavish
I pray we all livin' so lavish
(Don't give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I've never been, this far
And fuck that other shit
Them niggas talking about
I've never been, this high
So you're not a pop rapper? You said, nah
Yeah, I'ma pop rapper
I'll pop up and make $5 million nigga
How does that feel man, like
It may sound like it's a lot
Really it's not to me
Now grab some of this weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up
Cause all these niggas slow
I probably won't be up in there
If I ain't got an O
Now I got my feet up cause I'm on
Top and niggas hopin' that I stop
But I'm just smokin'
Livin' life like in the movies that I watch
In my jacuzzi, roll another doobie
See what's newest on Netflix
Order another movie
See I'm smokin' the best shit
Mo'fuckers ain't ballin'
So they're seein' the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I'm up next
Dawg I be goin' so hard
Some say I'm needin' some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs
It ain't s'posed to be on my chest
And niggas talk but don't even
Be on them jets
Man they don't even seein' them checks
But you can tell by how I spit it
Nigga I be gettin' dough
Take her all the places that
She never been befo'
(Don't give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I've never been, this far
And fuck that other shit
Them niggas talking about
I've never been, this high
I'm in my Grand Natty
Smokin' on that granddaddy
It got an odor like a motor runnin'
Fantastic never the minor things
I'm movin' on to finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings
Balmain designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves
Movin' like the mob i'm gettin' money
So maybe baby come get a job
So fuck them other bitches
We onto other business
And fuck them other niggas
We at them dollar figures
Versace chains, gold rollies
It's the same game
Racked up, shawty, Rosé bottles every day
Sipping that purple stuff
Twistin' the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari
This bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches
'nother crook in the castle
Only fuck with my niggas
Pray we all livin' lavish
I pray we all livin' so lavish
I pray we all livin' so lavish
(Don't give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I've never been, this far
And fuck that other shit
Them niggas talking about
I've never been, this high
So you're not a pop rapper? You said, nah
Yeah, I'ma pop rapper
I'll pop up and make $5 million nigga
How does that feel man, like