20 of the Best Lyrics From Wiz Khalifa’s ‘Rolling Papers 2′
The quality vs. quantity debate has been raging on in hip-hop this year. While Kanye West kicked off the summer by producing a series of projects that each clock in at under 30 minutes, Drake offered fans a hearty double album. Always known to do it big, Wiz Khalifa takes the super-sized approach with his new LP Rolling Papers 2, the long-awaited sequel to his 2011 major label debut Rolling Papers and his first studio album since 2014's Blacc Hollywood.
At 25 songs, Rolling Papers 2 is an expansive effort that finds Wiz Khalifa sticking to his guns and delivering content that revolves around three of his favorite vices: weed, women and money. Aside from the smoked-out escapades and boisterous humble brags, Khalifa also spends pockets of Rolling Papers 2 in a more introspective vibe, reflecting on the trappings of fame and how its altered his perception of the world around him and his relationships with the people in it. These moments, albeit fleeting, give the album an added dimension and serve as a glimpse into his psyche and the man behind the music.
With features from Ty Dolla $ign, Gucci Mane, Snoop Dogg, Curren$y, Swae Lee, Lil Skies and others, Rolling Papers 2 is a fitting return for Wiz Khalifa that should whet the appetites of the Taylor Gang faithful.
After giving the Khalifa Man's latest a couple of listens, XXL compiles a list of the 20 lyrics from Rolling Papers 2 that remind us that the Pittsburgh representative still has plenty of gas left in the tank—pun intended.
"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