Good Dank - Wiz Khalifa

Yeah

Ten steps ahead of these niggas

That’s why they fuck with me instead of these niggas

Fool

Kush and orange juice, nigga

I’m tryna use better words…

Bitch

Jerm on the boards

This time around we want all the money

You niggas short changin' and shit

Show somethin'

Champagne and E-Z widers

Presidential views

I keeps it real, nothin' like you actors do

Joints I flick

Bomb raps I kicks off

Can’t rip this off

Tag on your mattress, fool

You’d rather be high

This that shit, bitch

Now you in the presence of the fly

Louis cover my eyes

Not them hundred dollar Ray-Bans

Fam, these 675

Rap ass niggas tellin you lies

Runnin' game, some things money just can’t disguise

That’s why keepin' it G is where I keep my pride

You a lame, cause I’m good wit a couple niggas who ride

Look fella

Trees yellin'

Just by the smell you can tell us

Chronic I smoke hella

My pockets want mozzarella

Your bitch here twistin' up like propellers

Got my paper right

Now we like white boy hair the way they jeal-ous

When we come we came to spend money

We think it ain’t nothin' that’s why we get to cuffin' their hoes

She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank

Then go back to my place don’t ask you already know

Ain’t worried 'bout another nigga

While I’m gettin mine homie I ain’t got the time

Face in the clouds I’m feelin' like time is on my side

But they don’t wanna see me fly

They don’t wanna see me fly

The life is all I know

To live this way, I chose

Grindin' paid its toll

Oh, oh

Now everywhere I go I fly

Most of my bitches use and abuse

These niggas, call it making 'em pay they dues

Spendin' all your hard-earned money on bags and shoes

When all they really need is kush and orange juice

Shit, that’s what I feed 'em

They download my songs

Watch my interviews and read 'em

Treat her like you love her

I fuck her once then I don’t need her

I’m playin'

I keep a couple of them skinnies

That I hit up anytime I’m in they city

Shorty, I ain’t on no sports team, but ya nigga ballin

Don’t pick up my line less I see its money callin'

Jordan shorts by the pair and my socks is Ralph Lauren

And I got that there from my nigga down New Orleans

Real as they come, every one of my niggas all in

Niggas’ll talk slick, but me I’m gettin to the paper

Cause they see us and act like they never hated

Gang, gang

When we come we came to spend money

We think it ain’t nothin' that’s why we get to cuffin their hoes

She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank

Then go back to my place don’t ask you already know

Ain’t worried 'bout another nigga

While I’m gettin mine homie I ain’t got the time

Face in the clouds I’m feelin' like time is on my side

But they don’t wanna see me fly

They don’t wanna see me fly

The life is all I know

To live this way, I chose

Grindin' paid its toll

Oh, oh

Now everywhere I go I fly

Taylor gang in this bitch you a fool

Big bags of kush, put a x in the middle

Add the orange juice nigga