Wiz Khalifa Good Dank song lyrics

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Ten steps ahead of these niggas, that's y they fuck with me instead of these niggas... fool, kush and orange juice nigga, I'm tryna use betta words... BEATCHH... germ on the boards, this time around we want all the money, you niggas short changin, shit, show sumthin... champagne and e-z widers... presidential view

[Verse 1:]

I keeps it real nothin like you actors do joints I flick, bong raps I kicks all can't rips this off tag on your matress fool, you rather b hi this that shit bitch now u in the presence of the fly/ luis cover my eyes/ not them 100 dollar ray bands fam these 675/ rap ass niggas tellin u lies runnin game sumthins money jus can't distguise/ so y keepin it g is where I keep my pride/ you a lame smoke some good with a a cuple of niggas who ride/ look fella/ trees yella and jus by the smell you can tell us cronic I smoke my pockets on mozzerella/ your bitch here twistin up like propellas/ got my paper rite now we like white boy here they way they jelous,

[Chorus:]

When we come we came to spend money we think it ain't nothin that's y we get to cuffin they 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 the time is on my side, but they don't wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy... they don't wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy... life is all I know, flick this weed and dro, grindin paid it's toll, (oh, oh) now everywhere I go I flyyyy,

[Verse 2:]

Most of my bitches use and abuse these niggas callin em makin em pay they dues/ spendin all your hard earned money on bags and shoes when all they 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 u love her I fuck her once then I don't need her, I'm playin I keep a couple of those skinnies that I hit up anytime I'm in they city shorty, I ain't on a sports team but ya nigga ballin, don't pick up my line less I see it's money callin, jordan shorts by the pair and my sox is ralph lauren, and I got that dank from my nigga down new orleans, real as they come everyone 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

[Chorus:]

Where we come we came to spend money we think it ain't nothin that's y we get to cuffin they 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 the time is on my side, but they don't wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy... they don't wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy... life is all I know, flips this weed and dro, grindin paid it's toll, now everywhere I go I flyyyy,

... taylor gang in this bitch... e you a fool, big bags of kush, put a x in the middle, add the orange juice nigga...