The Race

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] The world turning, the weed burning Them haters talking, I keep earning Know some who say life's a bitch Well I’mma keep flirting and fuck that bitch for the money and Louis V purchases Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is Niggas flexin’ hard with no bars, they got weak service Keep verses, Mortal Kombat Look at my ring, if I ain't ballin’ bitch then what you call that Nothing but net, ain't back cause I never left I did everything right nigga better yet Rolling bomb for the niggas that's around us Something like a contractor built it from the ground up Now just Twist up this weed Realize that you are in the presence of a G Don’t fuck up my paper meaning my cheese Or the ones I use to roll up my trees Fuck it, you know what I mean [Hook] I’m riding round, smoking, good music aloud Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I’m in a race, and taking the winner's place No foot on the brakes One of the best, homie that's what they call me It’s lonely at the top, ain't no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2] See me, when I’m alone, wishing they could fuck with me My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me But I’m just riding dawg, doing a buck fifty Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and jet skis Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretzky's My dime pieces only recognize the best trees Treat ‘em like I don’t need ‘em boy, you best believe You in her face, I let her breathe From debated on, to waited on From hated on, to the nigga they put cake up on Cause we are, young movie stars Cause we are, young movie stars [Hook] (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3] O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own Bitches ain't say shit to me but now they won’t leave me alone Used to walk the other way But now they all come to my home And they calling my phone, cause my paper is looong Nothing, they ain't singing my song Get hired up, if they want then I bring them along We flying up, no you won't need a ticket at all Need a ticket at all Tell a bitch I’ma ball and I’ma buy a new crib for my niggas n all Cause I remember days we’d sit and pictured it all Nigga swear I’d leave or pictured I’d fall Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I’m a star Cause we are, young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthafuckin millions Yeah, I said it, muthafuckin millions Got my money up, I’m in the building [Hook]