Wiz Khalifa Real Estate текст песни, слова песни Real Estate Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa - Real Estate
Ugh
Ya'll already know what it is man
If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang
Ugh, it's not a problem, we spending change
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage
They feelin 'em at all, these niggas a mirage
Handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on
Niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage
Cops fuck with me hopin to get a charge
Hoes leaving their man, fuckin us cause our cars
If it's one thing I know, it's smokin and living large
Got me speedin down the interstate
See what I'm eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate
Hey she fuckin me cause how I win a race
Plus I ain't cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake
Wait I'm talkin fast car, big estate
Money come in cash plus in the bank
Nigga don't believe me, throw it in your face
Bitch I'm in the building like real estate
[Chorus:]
They say I'm still the same
You know it ain't a thang
Except the zipcode ain't a damn thang changed
I'm gettin money, keep the champaigne coming
Might crack a smile but ain't a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha
I'm straight, when you gettin money muthaf-kas gonna hate
Find the baddest bitch and get her number,
I don't even call her (call her, call her)
Feel like a million dollars
When they make it,
They should put my face up on a million dollar bill
Dollar bill, dollar bill
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
When they make it,
They should put my face up on a million dollar bill
Dollar bill, dollar bill
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Hey
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ballin's not a hobby, it's my occupation
Hoes on my dick, that's my confirmation
Couple stars with me, that's a constelation
Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, that's my conversation
Touch the pedal once, it look like I'm racing
Eyes chinese, smoke like I'm jamacian,
V.I.P rollin' doobies up and face it
12 bottles of Rose, I'm on some gang shit
Gettin all the shit, cake crumblin
Ain't nothin, told them lil niggas I take from 'em
Laughin my all the way to the bank
Tried to talk but they can't
They just stand ther, e when they starin
Hatin, mumblin,
What you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin
Started kinda hot, now it's safe to say we bubblin
400 on a zip, blow it all day
Another city, state, another mill to make
[Chorus]
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