G’d Up lyrics

[Intro - Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, it’s Young Khalifa Man
Taylor Gang over everything
Champagne, paper planes, b*tch taking off her wedding ring
Leave with us you’ll never be the same
Making money in major ways

[Hook – Wiz Khalifa]
If I got it then I'mma spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothing about it, it's right in front of you
I do all of that sh*t them n*ggas don’t do
Pop another bottle, Imm’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up

[Verse 1 – Wiz Khalifa]
Big-face digits, whips ain’t rented
Walk inside the bank b*tch I’m Ben Frank friendly
Big cake piled up on my plate sh*t endless
Throw it in her face watch the b*tch make wishes
Walk inside the club, bottles of that liquor
Groupies actin’ up, dying to get a picture
Rose and Patron, Kush be my cologne
Shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled
All my diamonds clean, all I count is cheese
Walking on a dream while you tryin’ to intervene
On top of that money, them haters in-between
Smoking sour seem you can smell it on her weave
Smell it when I leave, n*ggas catching feelings
OG Kush prescription keep me way over the buildin’
Riding in my ride, banging in my system
High as Whitney tryin’ to find a way to get a million
[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, know I’m smoking sour you can smell it down the hall
Learned this as a youngin’, what you sell could get you far
Captain of my team, tell you how to ball
Ain’t a game I put that on my marijuana jar
Breakfast on the plane, smell like alcohol
Diamonds in my chain, muscle in my car
Live a movie scene, hundred-dollar jeans
Pocket full’a Benji’s give them 20′s to my broad
Always on my job, been about my business
Killing all these rappers off now can I get a witness?
Lying to the judge, flying to the club
Chopper play the barber came to line a n*gga up
Heavy in the game, still ain’t had enough
We takin’ all your b*tches and buying all the drugs
Couple thousand for the Louis lining in my tub
G’d up from my feet up
Roof to the rug
n*gga
[Hook]