Back better than ever Ask me what I’m doing, I’ve been stacking, autographing Smoking tree with your girlfriend if she let us Making sure my bags packed for any weather Tighten up, your team starting to let up A (?) need to get it together I remember there was days I wasn’t able to change clothes Now I never wear the same clothes Same goes for my bad bitch, rich and her accent thick But her ass aint, she’ll carry my last name Still a step I’ll never miss, I’m on this cash chase Ballin’ off the glass change Jordan, me and my gang running the game You n-ggas just tryna find what the score is I can hear that money callin’ Aint in the position you’re in, can’t ignore it I’m all in
And they sayin’ that we changed Homie, they don’t know as much as they think they know (as much as they think they know) And you know I love to stay with you But I gotta go, baby I hear that paper callin’ (Paper callin’, paper callin’) Another day, another plane Baby girl, I hear that paper calling (Paper callin’, paper callin’) I’m going out the door as soon as that paper call (Paper call, paper call)
taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, you know i’m reppin’ taylor on my way from cali, so you know i’m smokin flavour aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper and i throw it up so that you know just what my name is muthaf-ck a hater
left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair i’m the coach i can show you how to be a player 5 faces, the fitted bitches love my hair camo shorts go with anything i wanna wear the let me in the club, f-ck a dress code me and all my n-ggas rollin up the best smoke og kush from the westcoast oh you down to f-ck? well shorty lets go diamonds in my chain n-ggas tryna steal my lane tryna get my brain bitch, i’m reppin’ taylor gang smoke till i’m insane, drinkin’ til i’m throwin’ up only papers if you taylor’d n-gga throw it up high socks, low cuts smell that good weed than you know its us that yellow car pulling up, them n-ggas aint hot so they close to us down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up
taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, you know i’m reppin’ taylor on my way from cali, so you know i’m smokin flavour aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper and i throw it up so that you know just what my name is muthaf-ck a hater
bought a crib like scarface’s this is my world all my n-ggas down to bang but we can try worse smoking ounces to the head til my lam twirls i’m the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us plus them n-ggas suckas i got that in living color all my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors all i do is f-ck ‘em once, and i dont call or give ‘em numbers rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress, run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex, throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin’ ya fingers? real recognise real and my nig you a stranger got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of taylors
taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, you know i’m reppin’ taylor on my way from cali, so you know i’m smokin flavour aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper and i throw it up so that you know just what my name is muthaf-ck a hater
you see me out i rep my gang, used serve that john mccain, that john mccain hold up they dont know my name? chevy who? chevy who? look at all that shit them dollars do, gettin’ all this money wit you know who it’s taylor gang over you we poppin bottles gang signs all my n-ggas gang signs rollin up gang signs n-ggas trippin, bang time hold up, what they say bout us? same n-ggas gotta get the ok bout stuff they aint in the same league they don’t play like us no stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up bang on them hoes, we does that socket work, i just had a plug for that get your taylor on, hold for whatever you rep, throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set got these n-ggas trippin’, and these bitches too they just haters though, no matter what we do what up cuh, on the left side its taylor gang, and thats or die, chevy!
taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, you know i’m reppin’ taylor on my way from cali, so you know i’m smokin flavour aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper and i throw it up so that you know just what my name is muthaf-ck a hater
I roll up I roll up I roll up Shawty I roll up I roll up I roll up I roll up
Its your anniversy is’nt it And your man aint acting right So you packin’ your Domiar luggage up callin’ my cell phone, try and catch a flight You know one thing straight, I’ll be there girl whenever you call me When you at home thats your man, soon as you land you say thats all me But shit aint all g with him no more, you aint entertained Since I meet you a couple months ago you aint been the same Not sayin I’m the richest man alive but I’m in the game As long as you keep it 100 Imma spend this change,
Whenever you need me Whenever want me, You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me I can be your best friend, and you be my homie I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up Whenever you call baby I roll up
I try to stay out your business But on the real you’re so obvious And if you keep fitting me in your plans and f-ckin up, your mans gonna catch onto us That white sand surrouding us He be handcuffing, he should work for them officers If you rolling I got a spot where I can put you on this medical, and send you home doctored up You wanna ride with me cause you say that he boring Wake up you rollin’ weed, cooking eggs in the morning Aint scared to spend this money I’ll make more of it First you was in the sky now you say you in orbit
No matter where I am No matter where you are I’ll be there when its over baby Cause I was there from the start No matter if I’m near Don’t matter if your far All you do is pick the phone up lady And I’ll be there when you call
Whenever you need me Whenever want me, You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me I can be your best friend, and you be my homie I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up Whenever you call baby I roll up
Whenever you need me Whenever want me, You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me I can be your best friend, and you be my homie I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up Whenever you call baby I roll up
I roll up, I roll up Whenever you call baby I roll up
On My Level is a single by Pittsburgh rapper Wiz Khalifa featuring fellow rapper Too Short. The song will be a video-only track, which means that it’s likely not included in his upcoming album. His new album “Rolling Papers” will be released across United States on March 29 under Atlantic Records. The album reportedly will feature Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, Curren$y and also Too Short.
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] It’s the champagne pourin’ Big joint rollin’ Bombay sippin’ No blunt smoking Bad bitch gettin’ Thick and she got some friends with her I take ‘em out pourin’ shots of liquor Drinkin’ out the bottle, smiling in all my pictures The marijuana loud so them hoes follow like twitter N-gga, you know everything Taylored Don’t rush to the bar fool, if you ain’t got no paper That’s the rules, high as f-ck, sloppy drunk when I’m passing through Rollin’ doobies up, ya hoe who we pass ‘em to Hit the club spend this money up, roll another one, drink, act a fool Thats what I have to do
[Chorus] See after drinking champagne all night Never worry bout a damn thing, y’all might Homie I’m on my level (yeh) I’m on my level (yeah) I’m on my level (yeh) I’m on my level (yeaah)
So let me take one shot to the brain And I order three more shots I’m going in, ayy I’m on my level (yeh) I’m on my level (yeah) I’m on my level (yeh) I’m on my level (yeaah)
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2] Spent a couple dollars on my engine motor roaring when I back out the garage Gin got me drunk as f-ck stumbling out the bar Plus I’m struggling tryna find the keys to my car Cause I be going hard, roll the camera Life just like a movie, I’m the star Wish you was in my position You too broke to play the part Of course I keep some bad women with me in the back Sippin’ Rose with some hash twistin’ All about a dollar, my team in the cash gettin’ Straight out the burb, we drinking we smash n-ggas So when I say I’m balling, that don’t mean that I’m playing mate All my diamonds talkin’, you can see what they sayin’ mayne
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[Too Short] In the middle of the night, early in the mornin’ From the streets to the sheets with some freaks, I ain’t yawnin’ I’m wide awake, we ain’t eatin’, we ain’t sleepin’ These b-tches so high man, we ain’t even speakin’ We just freakin’ You rollin’ with short dog baby She was high on that pill so I f-cked yo lady Come to my house I give ‘em everything they want I might not dot it, but I give to ya women Cocaine, mushrooms, ecstasy, GHB, Marijuana She can suck it if she wanna I got tequila, Ciroc and two freaky friends and this a Wednesday night, this ain’t the weekend
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[Bridge] Man I’m high as f-ck Man I swear I’m on my level Man I’m sloppy drunk Man I swear Im on my level I finna pass out man I swear Im on my level A n-gga get smashed out Man I swear I’m on my level
Man I’m high as f-ck Man I swear I’m on my level Man I’m sloppy drunk Man I swear Im on my level I finna pass out man I swear Im on my level A n-gga get smashed out Man I swear I’m on my level
Yea, you already know, When I walk the f-ck by You can’t act like I ain't the fliest thing you ever seen in your whole entire muthaf-ckin sorry a-s life
Chorus: You can’t say I’m not the freshest niggga’ you ever seen Keep a couple grand nothin’ less in my jeans That's probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone When I pull up she can’t leave me alone Lil' homie I grind, no sleep I’m good in the hood everybody know me I got my truck on blast Hear me when I roll through Stuntin' like a young n-gga supposed to Stunt'n like I'm supposed to
Ridin' with my hat c-cked back Smokin' something good 3 blunts and I’m smacked out All city on smash, game on padlock 26 inch rims throw 'em on the matchbox 6 bad hoes man I can’t choose one 3 cell phones I just can’t use one You see how often I spit You just off bread hun This the sh-t they can’t do young Talk fly if you look 'em in the air Too young, you wonder where I got these Gucci pair of shoes from A lot of yall mad To me it’s just funny I see why yall hatin man the hoes just love me And you know I’m gettin' shhh F-ck it I ain’t gotta say it The tab taken care of n-gga I ain’t gotta pay it Yea, I’m all day with it, year round I bet if you was here now
Chorus: You can’t say I’m not the freshest n-gga you ever seen Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans That’s probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone When I pull up she can’t leave me alone Lil' homie I grind, no sleep I’m good in the hood everybody know me I got my truck on blast Hear me when I roll through Stunt'n like a young n-gga supposed to
Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up me I ride clean neck froze up bad b-tch on the side my n-ggas all rich foreign whips is what they drive yea, I smell like Gucci and big money too see them guys with me? they gettin' money too ride 22's and got heat so if a n-gga try me you a big prob you runnin' into I smoke a lot need blunt or 2 at a time whole pounds I be runnin' through yea, I got a dime b-tch coming through cuz I pimp like I'm supoosed to wonder how I get it like this, I could show you it’s all leather in the whip when I roll through this year I'm a get sh-t cleared take a look at this kid
Chorus: You can’t say I'm not the freshest n-gga you ever seen Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans Thats probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone When I pull up she can’t leave me alone Lil' homie I grind, no sleep Im good in the hood everybody know me I got my truck on blast Hear me when I roll through Stunt'n like a young n-gga supposed to
