LIRIK LAGU WIZ KHALIFA 'G'D UP

eah, it’s Young Khalifa Man, yeah, Taylor Gang over everything 
Champagne, paper planes, bitch takin’ off her wedding ring 
Leave with us you’ll never be the same, makin’ money in major ways 

Hook – (Wiz Khalifa) (Repeat X2) 

If I got it then Im’a spend it if I want to 
And pick you up anything you want too 
And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothin’ about us right in front of you 
I do all of that shit them n-ggas don’t do 
Pop another bottle, Im’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up, G’d up 

[Verse 1 – Wiz Khalifa] 

Uh, big-face digits, whips ain’t rented 
Walk inside the bank bitch I’m Ben Frank friendly 
Big cake piled up on my plate shit endless 
Throw it in her face watch the bitch make wishes 
Walk inside the club, bottles of that liquor 
Groupies actin’ up, dyin’ to get a picture 
Rose and Patron, Kush be my cologne 
Shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled 
All my diamonds clean, all I count is cheese 
Walkin’ on a dream while you tryin’ to intervene 
On top of that money, them haters in-between 
Smokin’ sour seem you can smell it on her weave 
Smell it when I leave, n-ggas catchin’ feelings 
OG Kush prescription keep me way over the buildin’ 
Ridin’ in my ride, bangin’ in my system 
High as Whitney tryin’ to find a way to get a million 

Hook – (Wiz Khalifa) (Repeat X2) 

If I got it then Im’a spend it if I want to 
And pick you up anything you want too 
And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothin’ about us right in front of you 
I do all of that shit them niggas don’t do 
Pop another bottle, Im’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up, G’d Up 

[Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifa] 

Uh, know I’m smokin’ sour you can smell it down the hall 
Learned this as a youngin’, what you sell could get you far 
Captain of my team, tell you how to ball 
Ain’t a game I put that on my marijuana jar 
Breakfast on the plane, smell like alcohol 
Diamonds in my chain, muscle in my car 
Live a movie scene, hundred-dollar jeans 
Pocket full’a benji’s give them 20′s to my broad 
Always on my job, been about my business 
Killin’ all these rappers off now can I get a witness? 
Lyin’ to the judge, flyin’ to the club 
Chopper play the barber came to line a n-gga up 
Heavy in the game, still ain’t had enough 
We takin’ all your bitches and buyin’ all the drugs 
Couple thousand for the Louis lining in my tub 
G’d up from my feet up. 

Hook – (Wiz Khalifa) (Repeat X2) 

If I got it then Im’a spend it if I want to 
And pick you up anything you want too 
And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothin’ about us right in front of you 
I do all of that shit them niggas don’t do 
Pop another bottle, Im’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up