Ride a Mercedes, Prada for days
Louis from Virgil, Birkin Baby
Balenciaga, you in the latest
YSL, you look amazin'
Eight in the mornin', say that you just got on
Just count up your paper
Come to my room and I'll be breakin' you off
Then send you home later
I just pulled up to Vegas
I'm f*ckin' with you and not the tables
I could be outside later
Baby, see you in your way, just text when you make it
Lately I been countin' blessings as they come
I ain't been takin' no shit from no one
I ain't been gettin' nothing but love
And I don't hear talkin', you gotta show us
Bags, you gettin' them all
Ass can't fit in, they small
Hookah for three in the club
It's me, you and your girl
Don't trip on exes 'cause you used to it
Hang on to your crew, you ain't losin' it
You ain't intimidated 'bout another bitch
You with a real nigga give you a lot of benefits
You can barely wait, always safe to say
Private destination, brand new Ricky shades
Celebrity workout plan, you been losin' weight
Organic, that shit gettin' thick in all the right places
Lately you was underground, but now you mainstream
Takin' you to my crib 'cause I don't date
The difference between me and them is night and day
Dinner wherever you want, don't gotta wait
You shop more than usual
We f*ck four times and you gotta go
Say you 'bout to come, you gettin' close
Baby, say you lost, so it's at the most
Lately I been countin' blessings as they come
I ain't been takin' no shit from no one
I ain't been gettin' nothing but love
And I don't hear talkin', you gotta show us
Bags, you gettin' them all
Ass can't fit in, they small
Hookah for three in the club
It's me, you and your girl
Yo, what up? It's your boy, Wiz Khalifa, man
The shrooms are kickin' in
There's no tequila in my system so there's nothin' to worry about
OR no gin either, but you guys wanna drink?
Make sure y'all f*ck with some of that McQueen and pour a shot for me
See Ya
Wiz Khalifa - Text Me When You Make It Lyrics
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Ride a Mercedes, Prada for days
Louis from Virgil, Birkin Baby
Balenciaga, you in the latest
YSL, you look amazin'
Eight in the mornin', say that you just got on
Just count up your paper
Come to my room and I'll be breakin' you off
Then send you home later
I just pulled up to Vegas
I'm f*ckin' with you and not the tables
I could be outside later
Baby, see you in your way, just text when you make it
Lately I been countin' blessings as they come
I ain't been takin' no shit from no one
I ain't been gettin' nothing but love
And I don't hear talkin', you gotta show us
Bags, you gettin' them all
Ass can't fit in, they small
Hookah for three in the club
It's me, you and your girl
Don't trip on exes 'cause you used to it
Hang on to your crew, you ain't losin' it
You ain't intimidated 'bout another bitch
You with a real nigga give you a lot of benefits
You can barely wait, always safe to say
Private destination, brand new Ricky shades
Celebrity workout plan, you been losin' weight
Organic, that shit gettin' thick in all the right places
Lately you was underground, but now you mainstream
Takin' you to my crib 'cause I don't date
The difference between me and them is night and day
Dinner wherever you want, don't gotta wait
You shop more than usual
We f*ck four times and you gotta go
Say you 'bout to come, you gettin' close
Baby, say you lost, so it's at the most
Lately I been countin' blessings as they come
I ain't been takin' no shit from no one
I ain't been gettin' nothing but love
And I don't hear talkin', you gotta show us
Bags, you gettin' them all
Ass can't fit in, they small
Hookah for three in the club
It's me, you and your girl
Yo, what up? It's your boy, Wiz Khalifa, man
The shrooms are kickin' in
There's no tequila in my system so there's nothin' to worry about
OR no gin either, but you guys wanna drink?
Make sure y'all f*ck with some of that McQueen and pour a shot for me
See Ya
Louis from Virgil, Birkin Baby
Balenciaga, you in the latest
YSL, you look amazin'
Eight in the mornin', say that you just got on
Just count up your paper
Come to my room and I'll be breakin' you off
Then send you home later
I just pulled up to Vegas
I'm f*ckin' with you and not the tables
I could be outside later
Baby, see you in your way, just text when you make it
Lately I been countin' blessings as they come
I ain't been takin' no shit from no one
I ain't been gettin' nothing but love
And I don't hear talkin', you gotta show us
Bags, you gettin' them all
Ass can't fit in, they small
Hookah for three in the club
It's me, you and your girl
Don't trip on exes 'cause you used to it
Hang on to your crew, you ain't losin' it
You ain't intimidated 'bout another bitch
You with a real nigga give you a lot of benefits
You can barely wait, always safe to say
Private destination, brand new Ricky shades
Celebrity workout plan, you been losin' weight
Organic, that shit gettin' thick in all the right places
Lately you was underground, but now you mainstream
Takin' you to my crib 'cause I don't date
The difference between me and them is night and day
Dinner wherever you want, don't gotta wait
You shop more than usual
We f*ck four times and you gotta go
Say you 'bout to come, you gettin' close
Baby, say you lost, so it's at the most
Lately I been countin' blessings as they come
I ain't been takin' no shit from no one
I ain't been gettin' nothing but love
And I don't hear talkin', you gotta show us
Bags, you gettin' them all
Ass can't fit in, they small
Hookah for three in the club
It's me, you and your girl
Yo, what up? It's your boy, Wiz Khalifa, man
The shrooms are kickin' in
There's no tequila in my system so there's nothin' to worry about
OR no gin either, but you guys wanna drink?
Make sure y'all f*ck with some of that McQueen and pour a shot for me
See Ya
Writer: Cameron Thomaz
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.