Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y - The Check Point lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y - The Check Point lyrics]
And we living material
As long as the money straight
They wanna see me fall
But I got a crib that's
Over looking the city though
And a lot of bitches who
Wanna get in our videos
Ten to twelve hour long trips, bong rips
I ain't interested in what you selling
I run my own shit
Made it through a long list, did my all
Some will talk slick, but no contest
I'm best dressed
That's why the bitches love me
She leaving you to come where
The liquor and drugs be
I'm glass floor now you passport and
Over seas we watching the sunrise
Smoke a joint out on the beach
Write my name in the sand, I
Never been a nigga who had a lucky nothin'
You can say everything I planned out
Now I stand out
I fell asleep on the plane and woke
Up to people screaming my name!
No matter which way I go
They tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no
I never put my foot on the break oh no
Ah no oh i don' think it's wrong (Jets)
Doing a hundred but they tell
Me to take it slow (Nigga)
But I never put my foot on the break oh no
(It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
I never put my foot on the break oh no
Ah no oh (Got your bitches slipping off
Their wedding rings)
Livin' the life is just me
Some bitches my niggas in a
Crib full of vices
But I don't do drugs, just weed
Caution flags wave, and fuck it I still speed
And proceed to give them
What they waiting for
Daytona 500 guess who lighting joints
Up in the pace car
Play hard, but I work way harder to afford
Boats, put your women on the
Water let 'em boogie board
Slightly older still, sexy broad
Thank Demi Moore
Just strip for me without the tease
Give me more
Still rockin' Golden Eye on the Nintendo 64
Sayin they don't make 'em like this anymore
Same goes for my whip, same
Goes for my kicks, rare
And I don't rush to the store
They save me a pair
Yeah, a nigga living in the air
Spending more time in the clouds then
I spend on the ground do the opposite
Fuck taking advice from these clowns
Thats why I mash the gas when
They tell me slow down yeah!
No matter which way I go
They tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no
I never put my foot on the break oh no
Ah no oh i don' think it's wrong (Jets)
Doing a hundred but they tell
Me to take it slow (Nigga)
But I never put my foot on the break oh no
(It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
I never put my foot on the break oh no
Ah no oh (Got your bitches slipping off
Their wedding rings)
As long as the money straight
They wanna see me fall
But I got a crib that's
Over looking the city though
And a lot of bitches who
Wanna get in our videos
Ten to twelve hour long trips, bong rips
I ain't interested in what you selling
I run my own shit
Made it through a long list, did my all
Some will talk slick, but no contest
I'm best dressed
That's why the bitches love me
She leaving you to come where
The liquor and drugs be
I'm glass floor now you passport and
Over seas we watching the sunrise
Smoke a joint out on the beach
Write my name in the sand, I
Never been a nigga who had a lucky nothin'
You can say everything I planned out
Now I stand out
I fell asleep on the plane and woke
Up to people screaming my name!
No matter which way I go
They tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no
I never put my foot on the break oh no
Ah no oh i don' think it's wrong (Jets)
Doing a hundred but they tell
Me to take it slow (Nigga)
But I never put my foot on the break oh no
(It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
I never put my foot on the break oh no
Ah no oh (Got your bitches slipping off
Their wedding rings)
Livin' the life is just me
Some bitches my niggas in a
Crib full of vices
But I don't do drugs, just weed
Caution flags wave, and fuck it I still speed
And proceed to give them
What they waiting for
Daytona 500 guess who lighting joints
Up in the pace car
Play hard, but I work way harder to afford
Boats, put your women on the
Water let 'em boogie board
Slightly older still, sexy broad
Thank Demi Moore
Just strip for me without the tease
Give me more
Still rockin' Golden Eye on the Nintendo 64
Sayin they don't make 'em like this anymore
Same goes for my whip, same
Goes for my kicks, rare
And I don't rush to the store
They save me a pair
Yeah, a nigga living in the air
Spending more time in the clouds then
I spend on the ground do the opposite
Fuck taking advice from these clowns
Thats why I mash the gas when
They tell me slow down yeah!
No matter which way I go
They tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no
I never put my foot on the break oh no
Ah no oh i don' think it's wrong (Jets)
Doing a hundred but they tell
Me to take it slow (Nigga)
But I never put my foot on the break oh no
(It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
I never put my foot on the break oh no
Ah no oh (Got your bitches slipping off
Their wedding rings)