Cardo - Proceed lyrics
[Intro - Wiz Khalifa] This what dreams are made of Good weed and cold drinks Taylor, Taylor, Taylor Thanks for putting this together Jerm! We gon be here forever And you ain't trippin Really this high [Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa] If you offer me all the money in the world I wouldn't trade it for my girl, my family Or the n***as that you see me riding with me outta town Or internationally, they gon fly with me, kinda fried Rollin' the papers so they get high with me If I decide to give this up one day they gon' retire with me Enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me And f**ing hater burn in hell Sippin' champagne while the waiter breaking shells n***as scream my name probably praying that I fail The money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale Gotta weigh it on a scale? n***as blow that, b**hes know that Never touch blunts, chill with us once, never go back Little homie, thats real VVS diamonds, my stones are that ill My watch is an Audemar I'm smokin OG till my problems gone You try to call your man he ain't got no more Probably cause I bought it all [Hook] x2 As we proceed to court bad b**hes and roll good weed Fast livin, I'm taking them hoes on trips Go to places they never been I'm just gettin it how it's supposed to be [Verse 2 - Curren$y] Aquafina and the bong I'm off in that Modena when I'm done Just sound the alarm, b**h top drop like Mardi Gras beads bein thrown Francesca you's a mess girl, carry on Car smelling like a pound when I pull up at the avalon Pull your own weight I don't have no time for tag-alongs Don't know what you yapping for, stacking dough Catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches Cell phone in my pocket My Blackberry biotches Have ‘em ready, I'll watch em, daddy back n***as plottin' on the Jets but we got em We just waiting to drop ‘em They vexed cause we poppin' And them hoes ain't worry 'bout ‘em They sure came up What they sayin about them boys from the bottom? Paparazzi cameras spot em Flash when you see they faces History in the making I was high when I made it so I can play it for them haters [Hook] x2 [Verse 3 - Big Sean] Used to want a chain, now I got 6 Used to want a Rollie like Pac now it's on my wrist, woah Livin' the life n***as told me was a myth (myth) Same n***as try an' get up on my list (what) Since I started buzzin', I got eighteen eleven cousins? New b**hes tryna join the team and old ones that I'm cutting Sky high cla** livin but n***as still grinding Cause I'm surrounded with the same n***as and girls since I had nothin' Now, I got signed to my idol Seen some of my favourite rappers turn rivals ‘Ye told me k** em so a n***a gotta drop ‘em Peep the Jesus chain he gave me since I can't keep up with Bibles No, young n***a heading to the title Where it's at? Thats the top man, these n***as gon recycle What, my sh** is like a B.I.G recital But you can't hold a real n***a down thats why I keep real n***as round