Global Access - Wiz Khalifa

You hear that?

It’s paper

Its bout paper, get your money man

Get yours

Lay up, if you wanted me, I’m 6 o’clock

That mean I stay up

See you niggas standing in a line

I got my weight up

A lot of niggas owing dues, man

It’s time to pay up

Smoke a joint with my girl every time we wake up

In your city, but don’t plan on staying

If you ain’t talking 30 million

Then we can’t arrange it

Yeah

I treat the game like I’m renovating

They call me the landlord

I got all the tenants hating

Look at my tennis bracelet

There’s all these diamonds in it

And plus my watch is icy too

That means it’s time to get it

Yeah, I think they scared of me like I’m the dentist

Like it run in the fam, everyone 'round about our business

And I get high off fitness

That mean I’m smoking strong

Bet all these diamonds will you give you something to focus on

Your girl love my song

My chain cool the Fonz

My kush be the bomb

It sing like Solange

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go

That they say that we can’t get dough?

All money

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go

That they say that we can’t smoke?

Kush

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go

That they say that we can’t rep Taylor?

Taylor Gang

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go

That we can’t keep getting that paper?

Hell no

Big stunner, ex-weed runner

My bitch hotter than the middle of the summer

Rocking anything I want and

Still watch for undercovers

Like, I’m just on the sheet

Money make me feel complete

See, you don’t do this everyday

That mean you can’t compete

I’m on top of the game

But I came from underneath

Never tame me, I’ma beast

Watch my change increase

Used to just show up

But now I make them pay them fees

Used to smoke blunts

Now I need the paper

Being broke ain’t in my nature

Either block out what they say

Or use the talk as motivation (uh)

We at the top and know they hating

Know sometimes they like the child that whine and get impatient

But there ain’t no complaining

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go

That they say that we can’t get dough?

All money

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go

That they say that we can’t smoke?

Kush

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go

That they say that we can’t rep Taylor?

Taylor Gang

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go

That we can’t keep getting that paper?

Hell no

And that’s how it is

I just got on the plane, you know what I’m saying?

Smelling like about 5 thousand dollars worth of Khalifa Kush

And I dare somebody to say something to me, motherfucker

Taylor Gang or die

And the gang is for gang

Yeah bitch, yeah