Chapo

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] Keep that weed smoke everywhere we go (Keep that weed smoke everywhere we go) Keep that champagne and Bombay to po (Keep that champagne and Bombay to po) Pull up, you know it’s fast cars we drive (Pull up, you know it’s fast cars we drive) Say what they want, we just live our life (Say what they want, we just live our life) [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Fast money, fast cars, and fast hoes I get it all on the go Bout to take out a couple grand and throw it on the flo’ As soon as I hit the stage the people screamin’ mo I’m livin' life, jets, private planes All kinds of things Some people think I’m insane But that’s okay, I remain synonymous to success in this game And can’t nothing stand in my way Ain’t nothing stopping the money from piling My niggas stylin', they getting rich as the bitches from getting it poppin' Sipping champagne on an island And now my bank account overflowing with motherfuckin' commas Making these niggas sick, call a doctor Man take a look in they pocket Givin bitches reason to call em' imposters Damn, all of my whips proper All of my time Rolex clocks Fill my pants with knots Be 100 years til this shit stops [Hook] Keep that weed smoke everywhere we go (Keep that weed smoke everywhere we go) Keep that champagne and Bombay to po (Keep that champagne and Bombay to po) Pull up, you know it’s fast cars we drive (Pull up, you know it’s fast cars we drive) Say what they want, we just live our life (Say what they want, we just live our life) [Verse 2: Berner] Record in the AM, I’m sweatin' out gin My clothes smell like kush smoke, cookies and chem Girls pussy poppin' just to give me a chain Old schools, Europeans, and cold champagne This the LI, FE, these bums don’t impress me, they’re broke Let em choke, damn all this gold's heavy New prezzy, blue Chevy Baby girl choosin', goddamn she’s too petty More guapo, yeah they love me like Chapo Pull up with the top down Cudi call me Pablo I can put your man on, girl let the clock go Take his own face off, hit him with the hollow Is she ready? When she bring me back fetty? Walk up and down any turn tricks into telly Got that top floor smelly, Y taste like grape jelly Imma hold it down for all my loved ones really [Hook]