Wheezy - Billboard lyrics

[Intro] Smokin' Cali Weed LA Vibes Wheezy in this b**h with me [Hook: Duke] Mama we made it to billboards Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it They told me stay focused, stay real boy The streets playing dirty, get k**ed boy This sh** is for real boy, did all that sh** with no deal boy n***as is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money When I was broke They was just laughin' at me like something was funny Now I'm at three years on my dick Ran that sh** up, now we rich We put that money right before a b**h Knock em off, I'm callin' hits Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist Diamonds, my neck, on my fist [Verse 1: Duke] You want a feature gon' cost you a brick Thugger he gave me a shot now I'm in So tired of losing can't do nun but win Every day wake up, I gotta get in Pray to the lord and I stay on my ten Free my n***as locked in the pen We sip the lean and pour out the seal You n***as so fake, you don't know nothin' bout real Labels keep calling, they want me to sign Talk to my voicemail, I don't recognize Came from the streets, I was sellin' them pies b**h you so fake I can see it in your eyes I'm not a graduate not from DeVry You over here but you playing both sides When it come down I know you ain't gon' ride I started selling and they started buying Cooking them burgers and fries No Christmas Eve, I surprise 'em See me in public, come try me Run up, I co*k it and fire See it, I buy what I want Eat that lil p**y for lunch I'm her lil Clyde, that's my Bonnie We steppin' out and we stunt [Hook: Duke] Mama we made it to billboards Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it They told me stay focused, stay real boy The streets playing dirty, get k**ed boy This sh** is for real boy, did all that sh** with no deal boy n***as is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money When I was broke They was just laughin' at me like something was funny Now I'm at three years on my dick Ran that sh** up, now we rich We put that money right before a b**h Knock em off, I'm callin' hits Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist Diamonds, my neck, on my fist [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Man somebody shoulda told 'em that this sh**'ll get real That this sh**'ll get real, that this sh**'ll get real When you young and havin' things dog this sh**'ll get real Man this sh**'ll get real, man this sh**'ll get real And no I ain't just getting started boy, I been in the field Stacking hundred dollar bills Ridin' with some young n***as that know how to k** Lil b**h saying that she won't Let her hit the KK once, now she will Ya'll remind me of Jack and Jill Ya'll was up, now you going down the hill I don't ever put my weed up in a blunt Don't act like you don't know no better And don't ever ask me to borrow no dope Then act like you don't owe no cheddar And shorty keep blowin' up both of my phones Cause with me her p**y get wetter Just spoke to my bro who's in the hospital I really do hope he get better For sure [Hook: Duke] Mama we made it to billboards Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it They told me stay focused, stay real boy The streets playing dirty, get k**ed boy This sh** is for real boy, did all that sh** with no deal boy n***as is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money When I was broke They was just laughin' at me like something was funny Now I'm at three years on my dick Ran that sh** up, now we rich We put that money right before a b**h Knock em off, I'm callin' hits Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist Diamonds, my neck, on my fist [Verse 3: Dave East] Jump out that foreign with paper plates I don't got the time to take a break Gorilla without wearing Bathing Ape Gold on my neck like it's eighty-eight Smokin' Skittles, bunch of paink**ers Think about quitting like day to day I love New York, this ain't Flava Flav Fresh out that Porsche, I'ma take a plane Dolce Gabanna, the pants suede I keep a drum like a band playin' How you hatin' if your man made it? Presidential rollie, b**h I'm campaignin' I'm in the field like the special teams Sellin' records now, I was sellin' green That b**h ain't know I was gon' sell a dream Before she woke up I took everything I done did some n***as dirty Trafficking sour and Fergie I prayed to god for a birdie I would k** for it, now it's billboards All of her bottoms is bloody These n***as act like they love me I'd rather codeine than bubbly But I had to chill, that sh** f**ed up my stomach I made it [Hook: Duke] Mama we made it to billboards Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it They told me stay focused, stay real boy The streets playing dirty, get k**ed boy This sh** is for real boy, did all that sh** with no deal boy n***as is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money When I was broke They was just laughin' at me like something was funny Now I'm at three years on my dick Ran that sh** up, now we rich We put that money right before a b**h Knock em off, I'm callin' hits Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist Diamonds, my neck, on my fist