Wiz Khalifa, Bankroll Fresh, Reese LAFLARE - Simple Conversation lyrics

Is you rollin' up but you don't feel nothin'?
That's a simple conversation
Baby is ya fuckin' with a real one?
That's a simple conversation
Why these niggas keep hatin'?
That's a simple conversation

Hop up in the whip, smokin' on the shit
You gon' need ventilation
OG tastin', don't smoke till ya
Choke, get the dope, don't waste it
I'd rather chill wit' a bad bitch
And see a bitch nigga later
Nah, nigga, I ain't waitin' up, nah nigga
I ain't waitin'
Niggas still hatin', niggas still on the shit
Bitches still on a nigga dick
Word to the clique every verse like a bird
Think I'm servin' a brick
Ya heard me? That's a simple conversation
Leanin' in my ride and smokin'
Weed up out a paper
Come to Gs, I got a nation, weed and gin
The combination need to legalize it!

Is you rollin' up but you don't feel nothin'?
That's a simple conversation
Baby is ya fuckin' with a real one?
That's a simple conversation
Why these niggas keep hatin'?
That's a simple conversation

Broke ass nigga, stop hatin'
I'm fuckin' hoes off simple conversation
Keep it real, I ain't even gotta say shit
Whip the dick out
Make the freak bitch taste it
Gears on the steering wheel, race it
Grew up in a spaceship, shot right past
Smellin' like a bag, smokin' out the bag
Sunny boy had
So many mothafuckin' hundreds in my hand
Flashin' baby is ya fuckin' wit' a real one?
All these pussy ass niggas, I'll kill one
I'm in the mothafuckin' trap, vac-sealing
Breaking and rebuilding
Snapping and concealing
Keep the heat compressor
Straighten up the extra
Bankroll, you goin' hard, you a big flexer
I'm on the phone talkin' money
Simple conversation
These broke ass niggas, they still waitin'

Is you rollin' up but you don't feel nothin'?
That's a simple conversation
Baby is ya fuckin' with a real one?
That's a simple conversation
Why these niggas keep hatin'?
That's a simple conversation

Money talk, talk money
That's a simple conversation
Three cellphones nigga, that's how
The plug conversatin', aye
My link was juugin' right
Back cross the nation, aye
I'm fuckin' up money, sometimes
You gotta pace it, aye
Live from the bando, my partner operation
SS Camaro, nothin' like a star racin'
I buss on her chin, now she all in my facial
Hot sauce, I need a pay-cation
It could all be so simple
That's a little conversatin'
My niggas ain't bluffin' wit' you
That choppa gon' erase ya!