Ca**ie - Weak lyrics

[Hook: Ca**ie] So what you talking about, what you talking about All that bullsh**, you ... I'm catching bodies in my sleep, k**ing n***as call the police Hundred bottles all on me That sh** so, that sh** so weak [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Walk up in the club, they're like “oh, goddamn it!" Got a whole lot of chains and a whole lot of rings on Just made another two milli' off a deal So I'm ‘bout to go crazy, get my f**in' champagne on Thirty-five bottles when I walk up in the Greystone Certified platinum anything I put my name on Pockets fat, so they showed me love, call it faizon Grammy-nominated from a song about a pay phone Stuntin', stuntin' — I'm rollin' up like it's nothin' If I want it, I'm gon' pay for it I get it if I want it My car foreign, I drop back The roof let the sun in Game's what a n***a runnin' Get a check then I'm dumbin' Ooh, fly n***a, smoke papers only I'm a made n***a, I be with made men f** n***as I stay away from, dog They never play me, I never save them Smoke ‘til I pa** out, my eyes be all lazy Keep bringing more bottles, they say you so crazy I'm like "ten more" The waitress looked at me like "10-4" If you ain't spendin' no ends up f** you n***as up in here for? I'm drunk, can't drive my Benz High, can't find my friends Damn near out my mind Goin' out again, heard how much I made Watch how much I spend… [Hook: Ca**ie] So what you talkin' ‘bout, what you talkin' ‘bout? All that bullsh** you… I'm catching bodies in my sleep k**in' n***as, call the police A hundred bottles, all on me That sh**'s so, that sh**'s so weak Talk sh** about me, then speak That sh**'s so, that sh**'s so weak We done spent your mortgage on weed I'm catching bodies in my sleep k**in' n***as, call the police You swear you ballin' out in these streets That sh**'s so, that sh**'s so weak [Verse 2: King Los] They should take the dollar bill and put a fly n***a on it Ya'll bought Ciroc, but my n***a own it I'm the sh**, in the crib, hella bad With a motherf**in' helipad, two fly n***as on it Poppin' tags, pockets fat as the b**h Cadisha In my custom Cutty so smokin' I call it Wiz Khalifa Get your dough and throw that cheese up, man That's how we makin' pizza If it's poppin' and I profit, I could probably make a feature I could probably make a teacher go “what?!" Rather take a piece of history than a piece of your love Let me tell you ‘bout love, b**h, I love to ball, b**h I love to ball, b**h, I love to fall, b**h Cause you get the trap, b**h, I love 'em all Bet you love your b**h, bet you love 'em all Bet you rub 'em all on the back like that She was just up in my section Checkin' for n***as who really gettin' checks And who really got whips in the parking lot Like they look like the Jetsons I'm fresher than freshman in a Letterman Them n***as buyin' the bottles? I mean, who the f** let ‘em in? We on the couch like Family Guy I got a brand new Lambi with Brandy's eyes Got brand design, I got that too legit to quit I got that hammer time, I got that grammar mind That mean my b**h is ballin' too, n***a You know what my b**hes is callin' you n***as? They callin' you b**hes, callin' you n***as Out, no top on the Coupe, call it wiggin' Ow, can you dig it? Jump back and kiss myself Man, every second I miss myself When I think about the illest n***as they say ever did it I get inconsiderate like it is just myself Man, I twist myself a little doobie and do me So do me no favours, I do it like I'm doing a movie [Hook: Ca**ie]