Dojo Music

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] Yo, who is you, man? For real Matter of fact, we get busy overhere And I don't like that shit you said the other day either Na, that other shit Talkin bout, uh, who dis and dat was Man, if you don't get the fuck outa here, chill Realisticly, I can't even see ya'll niggas man And on the real, I would much rather be me than you, man OK [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Big bong, money long, got a big grip on the game We on that business tip, not bout which bitch fuckin which nigga But how to get our motherfuckin safe bigger Private yachts on the dock, with our names on them Game strong, never change cause the fame came along IPhone full of stars, just waitin for a nigga to call There's no way I could take 'm all Know exactly what I came for The weed and the progress, don't feed 'm too quick, might be too much to digest It was a process, but we made it through the hate and the nonsense Now we pull up to games smellin like pounds Gotta listen to what niggas make up, cause they clowns Maybe one day they will wake up Settle down and get their motherfuckin cake up Yeah, yep [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Smell the weed from a distance All cars get lifted Money, bars and business Drinkin Champagne with some bitches Toastin to them days when we ain't had a thing Lil Kush rolled up, all my niggas on the plane You wouldn't be into it, if you ain't see us do it Js full of weed, 13s on fluant [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] Don Parion, late nights, she got her best on I know that if he lower the price, that it was stepped on Candy store, we in the hood, Js droppin High school dropped 30 a game, like it was nothin And still a nigga ballen, cut my old hoes off, now I got new bitches callin Set the canvis up, you see the picture that I'm drawen And if it's for the gang, you know for sure they count me all in Had it earli in the mornin Duck 'm when it's scorchin Stash it in the hamper, 30,000 in the laundry You just want a trick, she come to me because you corney And when she out with me, it's lit, it's never boring Know some niggas bout me, leave you twisted if you try to harm me They goin find you in the morning Never need to send an army, just one shooter, word to Chauncy Fill ups, as they say, fill ups Super mean, Maybelline, couldn't make this up [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Smell the weed from a distance All cars get lifted Money, bars and business Drinkin Champagne with some bitches Toastin to them days when we ain't had a thing Lil Kush rolled up, all my niggas on the plane You wouldn't be into it, if you ain't see us do it Js full of weed, 13s on fluant