Wiz Khalifa - Comb Over lyrics

For real man, we need that whip That's the car I need Motherf**er hit a plane and the plane blew up Ugh, yup Standing in the mirror My visions of that money getting clearer Scratch that, it's getting nearer Some of this actually happened I was weed nappin' Wasn't sh** Now they pay us for the raps we kick My hotel smell like confidence They haters but that weed smoke bring on compliments So roll this paper Tell the waitress - get my drink from off the coaster Bring the b**h that love to smoke and get the weight from off my shoulders Yea, I be flying everywhere n***a Sometimes I don't even know where the f** I'm at I be waking up - random motherf**ers be knocking on my door and sh** Like who the f** is that? Nosey a** cleaning lady You wanna hit this weed? Staged from your make-up Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up Young n***a, but got my cake up Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit Look at my b**h, weed is sh** Probably high - what they say when they see us But they never say that we broke Kush in every J that we smoke Putting rings on ever finger Never put 'em up, just let the smoke linger Champagne for the girls, straight shots for my n***as Started small but now the money getting bigger It all get better with time Rather go hard instead of unwind And play your part and I'mma play mine Feel me? Motherf**ers always speakin' out of turn They don't know nothin' about this sh** That's why I'm me and you're you Matter of fact, f** that This Taylor Gang TGOD n***a Ain't sh** changed gang What up Ricky P Richard Don't smoke that pound without me Richard Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom Jim Brown smash baby Oh sh**! We get to see the tits? Here we go! Get her Jim! Get her Jim! Oh sh**! I'm fresh off the plane I don't get no sleep, God damn