20 of the Best Lyrics From Wiz Khalifa’s ‘Rolling Papers 2′

"Homie, I'm a boss baby, I don't need no favors/Got so many cars, I don't got room for my neighbors/Got a bad broad, but you know me, I might take her/Fuck up out here, bitch, though I'm all about my paper/Khalifa man will stick to the code, no I don't savor/Suckin' on me good, treat me like a Now and Later/Breakfast in the morn', we can get our dinner catered/Try to hit my phone, I don't pick up 'cause I'm faded" —Wiz Khalifa

"Do what you gotta do to pay your rent/Only party with lame niggas at they expense/I'm talkin' good weed, steak and shrimp/Niggas runnin' off of styles that they ain't invent/Tried to grab a towel just to hide the scent/You smell the kush all through the vent/Go through the hallways lookin' innocent/I've been a gangster and a gentleman/Talk to the boss and not no middlemen" —Wiz Khalifa

"I'm talking Trapnese/Trapping hard on Jimmy G's/Got all my dawgs with me/Trigger fingers got the fleas/Got big diamonds, nigga/I've been shining, nigga/I'm the Birdman, nigga/I'm a Big Tymer, nigga/I was up really on the block getting it, I've been grinding, nigga/I was up Jersey getting deals, nigga, they been signing niggas" —Hardo

"I be blowin' strong/Got my money long/Ain't down for the situation, then you can't roll/Got a fat ass, how do you perform?/Say she love my swag, ask what I got on/Fuck you all night, Uber in the morning/Your girl look good, you should tell her join in" —Wiz Khalifa

"I done seen people suffer, hate turned into love/Lost some people to get here, but they watching us from up above/On the road, hardly ever home/And money caught one in the dome/Now its hard to even pick up my phone/Leave me alone/ I'll be in my zone/I'm getting grown/But not too grown/To let my feelings show/Anything you want, you can get, you gotta build it though/I blew up quick and lost some shit, but now I'm dealing though" —Wiz Khalifa

"Yeah, all of the fame just comes with the game/It's a gift and the curse when everybody know your name/How do you make a million dollars and stay same?/How do you make a hundred millions and still sane?/You got the money, the clothes, the cars, the girls/Trying to do better, but all the shit in the world/Something regular's what you prefer/But it's cool, it's too much pressure, you think you should curve" —Wiz Khalifa

"Never slack, never overreact, let your money stack/Look at where you're going and not where you at/You gon get there if you work hard/When you make it, you'll get exactly what you work for" —Wiz Khalifa

"They all over the place, plus I fuck with the banks/I got a couple accounts, she got a million-dollar mouth/She was born with it/She went to Dr. Miami for the rest of the shit/Stacked out, renegade on the Vegas strip/But she pay for the game I gave the bitch/A level headed gentleman with a crazy wrist" —Curren$y

"Ridin' around blowin' so much dope but I'm always handlin' business/Way too high don't pick up my phone, if I do, I'm like 'Who is this?'/Ain't got time for a girlfriend, telling that bitch I ain't got no feelings/Young nigga straight from the bottom, now my car ain't got no ceiling" —Wiz Khalifa

"I'm a country-ass Beverly hillbilly/Eat it up bitch, I'ma meal ticket/Flush it down cause I'm like fuck a ticket/Rich and crazy and super picky/Want a rich dick say I'm bucket listed/I don't fuck broke, I got a bougie dick/First round draft, I'ma lottery pick/Pepped up, East Atlanta vitamins shit/Solitaires glarin', big stone like Sharon/Superstar, Ed Sheeran, bitches love my earrings" —Gucci Mane

"Leave it to me, I'll have you twisting that weed with a G/Got too much talent just to be sittin' around with/Weed and alcohol, that's the balance/Ridin' in the Benz with low milage/Working 'til my hands get callouses/Been a player, I established it, whips be the fastest/Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average/Legendary status and my crib like a palace" —Wiz Khalifa

"Ain't got time for discussion, tryna get into something/Shorty hitting my phone saying she need it, she want it/At the house all alone, ain't tryna be in the public/When I leave, say she still feel me in her stomach/She gon' tell you she love you, but she be with the kid/We get it popping, send a message like, 'He leaving the crib'/Like to smoke when I drive, roll some weed and I dip/Before I come through, she in the bed" —Wiz Khalifa

"And since we talkin' practice bitch, I'm ballin' just like Iverson/My new bitch immaculate and I'm so used to traffickin'/I be with the baddest bitch and best believe I'm stabbin' it/I hit her with the magic stick, my car could do a magic trick/You can't lock me down baby, let me live my life/Whip a four into a six, 'cause baby I'm not nice/Ayy, you ain't bossed-up nigga, you can't change that price/Tried to short me, got him on the phone like, 'Make that right'" —Wiz Khalifa and Chevy Woods

"I can see the plot/Ooh, I just bagged a thot/Diamonds, they be dancing Macarena in my watch/Sippin' Faygo, servin' Legos baby, you know I have blocks, ayy/Mother-fuck the neighbors, they was wishin' that it stop, woo/Gun in my crib and we gettin' it André/Gettin' them Benjamins all day/No I ain't payin' attention, my charm is a artist, my chain a magician/Pourin' and drinkin', I'm sippin', I'm in her one time, give her dick and I'm finished/And my bitch bad like Dennis the Menace, I gave her the business" —Wiz Khalifa and Chevy Woods

"Never fit in but always manage to get my dividends/We at the crib, bring your friends, I could show you how I live/Say you want to fuck but it depends/I met her at Penn, leave 'em in the wind/Hardly call them again, sweetest bitch, call her Harley Quinn/Nigga, your squad hardly win/I could just send out one call, them hoes fallin' in" —Wiz Khalifa

"Ain't no debating, new car, another one waiting/I ride slow, remember faces/Go hard no matter what the case is/Hands down, one of the fans' favorite/Not the one to play with/Rich, young, not really trippin' on being famous/Taylor Gang, can't a thing tame us" —Wiz Khalifa

"When I tell you if you came with your bitch/Then it's the end of my car, push-start the engine/Let's start from the beginning with a young nigga from the 'Burgh/Smokin' weed, gettin' money, fuck what you heard/Know they hate 'cause I'm flyer than I ever been/High off a medicine/Bitch bad, her ass fat, I'll probably let her in/Ball so fuckin' hard I need a letterman/Know a couple niggas that I'm better than" —Wiz Khalifa

"I'ma ride every day for my gang with no problems/And if a nigga want beef, we filet 'em and chop 'em/I get high every day, you can say I'm a doctor/Got my niggas out the streets, you can say I'm a prophet/I got money in the bank, it can't fit in no wallet/I got niggas in the pen, but that ain't on the topic/Roll the weed in the paper you would think it was college/Got my mind on my money, I'm just focused and honest/If a nigga talk crazy then we leavin' him tarnished/Yeah my crib in the hills but I came from the bottom" —Wiz Khalifa

"And later Miami, Atlanta to Houston, New York/Do what you gotta do for now it makes you feel important/You could be in the room and bosses won't even absorb it/Cause you too busy livin' out what you see in the portrait/All the things you involve with are just the smallest problems/I ain't gon' need the pardon and I'm just being honest/You need to take some time to yourself and think about it/Grow up, you're being childish, I wanna see you balance" —Wiz Khalifa

"Finally free, high off the tree/Nigga had her lockdown, she was under siege/Wanna be flyin' places and smokin' in peace/On the runnin' team with my own machine/They ain't comin' close, that's why you puttin' on your clothes and rushin' out the door when it's over/Nowhere near sober, nigga say he need closure" —Wiz Khalifa