Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y - Prove It lyrics

(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
She don't like comin' out the crib
(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
I said baby girl that's where that money is
(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Two shots we gon' sip (Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
After this joint we gon' dip
(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Top down in my whip (Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Always with my bitch (Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin'
(Ok) go 'n get some more (Get some more)

It's levels to this shit
I never met a bitch that roll it up
And treat a nigga better than you can
(Than you can)
Say you tired of switch shifts
It ain't about me, you ain't interested
Come to your spot, them bitches can't fit
My spot on the throne
Soemwhere they can't sit
When you keep practicin' girl, you can't miss
Losin' your spot
That's somethin' you can't risk
You the fеmale me, we do thе same shit
You don't be bringin' me problems
You bring a bitch
Peel her purse back and break her quick
They fall off if they can't commit
Real player shit drop the top hit a switch
If they ain't convinced
Been here for a while, so you seasoned
She get cash from you
But fuck with me for different reasons
Prove yo' self

(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
She don't like comin' out the crib
(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh haha)
I said baby girl that's where that money is
(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ayy) two shots we gon' sip
(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh too
Much paper ain't enough, baby)
After this joint we gon' dip
(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh time to get to work)
Top down in my whip (Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Always with my bitch (Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin'
Go 'n get some more (Get some more)

More money than I can count
(Money than I can count)
More weed than I can smoke
(Weed than I can smoke)
More cars than I can drive
(Cars than I can drive)
But still I want mo' (Stil I want mo')
Got dollar sign eyes (Dollar sign eyes)
Got a 63, got a 64 and I got a 65 (Got a 65)
Got a 62 and I'm lookin' for a 61 right now
(1 right now)
Top down on a 68 with like a ounce on me
(Ounce on me) cheverlets bounce on streets
Down niggas recognize OG (nize OG)
One the way to the back, Rolex watches
(Rolex watches) saftey deposite boxes (yeah)
No, we don't talk to outsiders
We dress fly, fly private
Roll the carpet out when we land
My bitch bad behind the mask
My hands on the ass, my mind on the stash
Her hand on the baby 9
Dawg, you better hope she don't blast (Blast)
I don't bring a bush, it cross my path
(My path)
Baby girl, nah, only bring me the cash (Cash)
That's what I asked, layin' the pad
Open the bag, rollin' up fast
Smokin' 'em back to back
'Til i get a call concernin' them
Stacks and then I'ma scram
She lookin' mad, but she lookin' good
So I'ma come back to smash
4 AM in the S-class
Park that bitch right across the grass
(Across the grass)

(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
She don't like comin' out the crib
(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
I said baby girl that's what
Where that money is (Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Two shots we gon' sip (Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
After this join we gon' dip
(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Top down in my whip (Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Always with my bItch (Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin'
(Ok) go 'n get some more (Get some more)