Spotlight

[Wiz Khalifa: Verse 1] No joint roaches in my car Play the game smart We gone get this cheese Don't give police a reason to fuck us off I done seen the ups Not a stranger to the downs But for now we smoke divas in my loft Champagne with bitches with foreign names My homie hit me on a text He ain't want nothin' just to tell me that I got next And keep it G I'm in your town frequently Got the bottle, bring the trees Watch some movies hit this weed Yea a nigga livin' care free Please don't blow my fly pardon the high nigga tendencies And duplicate us but the planes but they pretend to be Through all the bullshit overcame and still remained a G Clicquot slow and sour D's smoke She leave the room, you smell it on her fingers bro Askin silly questions, bout where you been Saying you look different Had the time of her life not to mention You ain't been this high in a minute Took ownership of the air I'm fly, You niggas just trying to visit Yea... Yea bitch [Hook] Where ever that paper go I'm gon' get it, So mommy are you wit it? I gotta know We in the spotlight Never been high as you are 'til you get on my flight Up and away we go On my plane, mama they know my name Everywhere that we go And they rep the gang everywhere that we go Everywhere that we go Ohohh [Wiz Khalifa: Verse 2] While you at home on twitter tryna hack in her page and shit We smoking and crackin jokes at how lame you is, uh Hotel room right up by the water even taught her how to use a joint roller A tight end became from underground like a oiler Here like I never left back like a spoiler Give my keys to valet, waiter take my order Yall been waitin for real niggas to eat the way they oughta Kyleon [Killa Kyleon: Verse 3] Young Khalifa, cooler than kush reefer Good drink that'll seat ya Put you in a sleeper Louis on my peepers but I see that bread (clearly tho) Good music is the Consequence we Legends (Really Doe) Minus Kanye, but we got this money in Common We get it Day and Night Could've married to it no woman I'm the shit, no bummin' Money talk, no hummin' Put the GPS on it, Locate it, im commin' I'm in somethin paper plate it Get it, decapitate it And if the bomb creams Super boats swangs fascinated With the fast life Haters to the left I got my cash right Irish spring green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe Get up like a flashlight VVS's in my necklace lookin like bad dikes All my bitches bad like Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim Kardash type 5 star chicks, first class like my last flight [Hook]