G Shyt - Wiz Khalifa

Adjust my Louie V vision
Fall up in the spot
As long as me and my gang get in
Every ni**a I came with
Came to spend chips
On popping champagne and
Tipping waitresses
G'd up what you think this is
Put your feet up this the fast
Life mama speed up
Pop the cork roll the w**d up
Nowadays ain't f**king with the bar
Still ain't nothing changed
But the horses in my car
Usually ain't into showing hoes where I live
But tonight we gon' go to my crib
Be on your toes your boyfriend
Smell that w**d on your clothes
He don't know what I did
Drop you off at your whip
Work by 8 almost 6 plus your ni**a calling
Think he starting to catch wind
Look at your phone press end
Can't hurt him with what he doesn't know
Plus you figure we're both grown come on
Money ain't a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle
For every ni**a that's here with me
Got niggas rolling w**d
B**ches with their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn that's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way home
High off the life I'm living
Rooftop you gonna need binocular vision
Order a few shots and them things
That you say you do not do
You probably gonna give in
Say it's wrong I call it a statement for the mission
To get you high as you want break dress code
Skip the line to the front
Ride top down fire the skunk
Soon as the dooby get down
Roll another one
a couple of you bring my brother one
The b**ches can't roll w**d
I ain't f**king with them
That's just real sh*t spend Vegas chips
All expense paid trips
Buy the champagne and spill it we don't save a sip
And you here with me in VIP taking risk
Home girl saying sh*t like "Rose my favorite"
Plus I'm rolling up all this w**d you ever smell
W**d in your hair w**d in your nail
She under a spell
Money ain't a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle
For every ni**a that's here with me
Got niggas rolling w**d
B**ches with their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn that's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way home
Money ain't a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle
For every ni**a that's here with me
Got niggas rolling w**d
B**ches with their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn that's my song
I ain't trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way home