Wiz Khalifa - Medication lyrics
(Intro) Must be nice Roll weed, ride fancy cars And spend money how you wanna spend it you know (Chorus – Juicy J) Roll me up a 8th I need some inspiration Pour me up a 8th I need some motivation Only thing I hate bout d** is the preparation I ain’t got no patience with my medication I ain’t got no patience with my medication I ain’t got no patience with my medication I ain’t got no patience with my medication I ain’t got no patience with my medication (Verse 1 – Juicy J) I smoke everyday that’s that dedication Never sober always high that’s that levitation This s**t get me where I’m going that’s that transportation Ni**as try to hold me back that’s that desperation This s**t go straight to my head that’s that education Ni**as asking all those questions that’s investigation Wanna know my next move that’s that anticipation Had to catch that bi**h off that’s that cancelation I was smoking the day I got off probation I stay rolling up extendos bruh that’s duplication Got so much money in my pocket Imma cash station Got so much loud in my blunt that’s a gas station (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifs) Drinking on treys and smoking that weed but don’t blaze it Roll up a joint and just face it I just be going trough phases Hit your bi**h all from the back while I’m pulling her braids Ni**a we famous when I walk in the club Ni**as throw the gang up Get to this paper get her to the crib Have relations never call her again I just be balling my friend made my own way Through the game cause I’m smarter than them And I go harder than them I knew I was great when I ain’t have a dollar to spend There go that pothead again Can’t go to the club with you less my whole squad getting in Tattoos all over my body don’t f**k with security Know all my real ni**as got me We in the lobby, smoking that weed like I’m Marley TM this beat is a problem, crazy to think you could stop us, and homie We ain’t got no patients cause we ain’t no doctors Used to have weed in my locker, now every bi**h you see on my team is a model Drinking it straight out the bottle, going so hard I don’t think I’ll wake up tomorrow (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 – Juicy J) I’m bout to smoke me some gas, I’m bout to roll me a zip I’m bout to pour me some drank, nothing less than 2 5th’s I’m bout to smack some a**, shawty gone get her a tip I’m bout to go in my stash, I’m bout to make me some flips Yup, roll me up some inspiration, pour me up some motivation Roll me up some inspiration, pour me up some motivation Cup full of syrup, no pancakes, welcome to my dab game First 48, how high can you get, I’m in outer space All I smoke is moon rocks, and equator cake White girl thick like mayonnaise, trippy sticking with her a** out Dab until I pa** out, gas mask dabs, Fire it up propane Top shelf reserve, I don’t smoke no name Who got the loud pack? Who got the plug on the strong? Smoking them cookies, I need amber gla** to get on Who smoke blunts? who smoking them papers? Light them bi**hes, f**k yo neighbors!