Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods, Lola Monroe, Juicy J - The Code lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods, Lola Monroe, Juicy J - The Code lyrics]
You turn my headphones up
Turn the beat up like distortion
Trippy, Trippy
I don't give a shit about nothing but money
Cash yessir
Cash in the bag twirlin' up hash
Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask
Weed on repeat, up all night
Cash over sleep, got hoes all type
Live and you learn, grind and you earn
Bitch I'm on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin' up money, flippin' it too
Y'all ain't heard me but the Benjamin's do
(Ya know it)
I'm bouncin' through the club like Tigger
(Like Tigger)
I'ma hit the dope, I'ma hit the liquor
(Hit the liquor)
Nigga get wrong, I'ma hit a nigga
(Hit a nigga)
Take a nigga bitch home and I'ma hit her
Reppin' TGOD all these diamonds on me
Passin' every joint that I roll to
The ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
Homie, that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor, ah)
Uh, reppin' TGOD all these diamonds on me
Passin' every joint that I roll to
The ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
Lil' Homie, that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
(Ah)
Bitch, I'm Taylored
Ain't no ho cut from the same cloth
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain't safe
Then I'm comin' for the spot
Snatchin' off wigs, bitch
I'm coming for the top
For the top, put a run up on trip
Have her up in the shots
Queen Roe, I don't see nothin' but the gwap
'Bout my money, I'ma get it
Soon as I get it I'ma spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin' that marijuana in it
Takin' the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin' it smokin' it all to me
Ain't no savin' it fuck with them pods
No seeds or no shake in it
Uh, fuck these niggas they
Ain't really 'bout that
Look, I know what these niggas
These niggas all rap
What they know about nights that
They never come back?
But he two shot, now shells all in the MAC
On the top don't never see
None of that fall back
7-Eleven, homie, don't get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam, you know I rep that
And we gettin' bake on anywhere the bread at
Now that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
Homie, that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
That's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
Lil' Homie that's Taylor
(Taylor, Taylor) , ah
Like for real, these niggas got it fucked up
Dawg like, I came straight from
Pittsburgh last year
And now I'm up there with like
You can't not put me up
There with big niggas' names
Like they count me out of the lil' niggas'
Names beause I'm not with the lil' niggas
Turn the beat up like distortion
Trippy, Trippy
I don't give a shit about nothing but money
Cash yessir
Cash in the bag twirlin' up hash
Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask
Weed on repeat, up all night
Cash over sleep, got hoes all type
Live and you learn, grind and you earn
Bitch I'm on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin' up money, flippin' it too
Y'all ain't heard me but the Benjamin's do
(Ya know it)
I'm bouncin' through the club like Tigger
(Like Tigger)
I'ma hit the dope, I'ma hit the liquor
(Hit the liquor)
Nigga get wrong, I'ma hit a nigga
(Hit a nigga)
Take a nigga bitch home and I'ma hit her
Reppin' TGOD all these diamonds on me
Passin' every joint that I roll to
The ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
Homie, that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor, ah)
Uh, reppin' TGOD all these diamonds on me
Passin' every joint that I roll to
The ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
Lil' Homie, that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
(Ah)
Bitch, I'm Taylored
Ain't no ho cut from the same cloth
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain't safe
Then I'm comin' for the spot
Snatchin' off wigs, bitch
I'm coming for the top
For the top, put a run up on trip
Have her up in the shots
Queen Roe, I don't see nothin' but the gwap
'Bout my money, I'ma get it
Soon as I get it I'ma spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin' that marijuana in it
Takin' the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin' it smokin' it all to me
Ain't no savin' it fuck with them pods
No seeds or no shake in it
Uh, fuck these niggas they
Ain't really 'bout that
Look, I know what these niggas
These niggas all rap
What they know about nights that
They never come back?
But he two shot, now shells all in the MAC
On the top don't never see
None of that fall back
7-Eleven, homie, don't get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam, you know I rep that
And we gettin' bake on anywhere the bread at
Now that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
Homie, that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
That's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
Lil' Homie that's Taylor
(Taylor, Taylor) , ah
Like for real, these niggas got it fucked up
Dawg like, I came straight from
Pittsburgh last year
And now I'm up there with like
You can't not put me up
There with big niggas' names
Like they count me out of the lil' niggas'
Names beause I'm not with the lil' niggas