Wiz Khalifa and Curren$y ‘2009’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics

"Six-car garage, I got more than one job/Be a boss, go hard/Wake up, smelling kush when I yawn/Shorty wanna fuck with the king, tired of them pawns/Ain't on the top? Well, that's nonsense/Bank account full of G's, so that's all you gon' get/TSA know my face so they don't trip/Chain frost, big bitch that I'm with don't give me no lip" —Wiz Khalifa

"Put hightop troops on all my shooters/Bought the Goose-down jacket from the booster/Shootouts on the roof, racing in them coupes/She wore the Gucci frames with the door knocker hoops/And the lying motherfucker tell you I ain't the truth/Rich uncle come through, pop the truck, pull the duffel/Lay the merchandise out, get the loot, motherfucker" —Curren$y

"Heavy-ass Mercedes Benz on top rims/Big chain, pink diamonds, candy ring/Couple million dollars off my own strain/Your life like a video game, Gran Turismo/I'm in that GT-R 'cause I pop the 6-4/I had the match for the cash/Underground garage where I stash" —Curren$y

"Leavin' out the Gucci store, nigga, ain't shit bummy/On the paper chase on your ring, they shit runnin'/Took four years off and the checks kept comin'/All the girls wanna treat me like I'm special or somethin'/We at No. 1, mean we standin' next to nothin'/And the shit you rock is fake, but that's another discussion/I see a lotta dudes hate and the shit is disgusting/And I travel all the time, always gettin' through customs" —Wiz Khalifa

"I've done it, you can do it, ain't no difference/It's only real ones in the buildin'/Need to start really livin', make money every minute/The more things change, the more they stay the same/I stay high, peep game, sound the trumpets/And celebrate with buckets of champagne/Save a spot 'cause I got the light show in my ring" —Curren$y

"When it come to girls, I don't trust none/Khalifa Kush, I'ma crush some, we gon' smoke 'til the sun come up/Ya nigga got a problem with it, hope he don't run up/I'ma take a shot, that's enough for both of us/And if you bring a friend, I'ma let her in/Andretti OG, that's the medicine/I'm tryna get as high as the rent/Niggas comment on the smell, but I take that as a compliment" —Wiz Khalifa

"Clown shit, we don't entertain/Always been a young nigga with the vision and I'm still the same/Turned an idea into a strain/Do it once, I fuck with you, I respect you, you do it again/Nothin' but the best for the fam/I don't gotta flex for the 'Gram/Too many rings for my hands, so we stack 'em and stash 'em/We them fuckin' champs" —Wiz Khalifa

"You ain't gotta lie to kick it/You ain't close to rich enough to be in here/Papered up and stoned at every appearance/Martha's Vineyard, baby left her diamond necklace behind at the bed and breakfast/It's fine, she got that on a high, she'll steal a better one on the next one/I only fuck with professionals/Sniper scopes and silencers stuck inside of leather sectionals" —Curren$y

"Wall Street wolf, these lil' niggas shook/When we walked in the room, they ain't know where to look/That eye contact might result in combat/My hands clean, I don't know who wrote that contract/Youngsters huntin', murdin' for hire, doin' numbers/Trade your life for a Camaro this summer/Ain't nothin' where I come from, but I come up quite different/Spittin' that zigzag, raw raps, spit shit" —Curren$y

"Uh, no pain, no gain, I treat 'em the same/If it ain't my strain, it ain't in my brain/The boss, the man, nothing in between/Them niggas be gone as soon as they came/My car go fast, wash it in the rain/My chain is cold, diamonds in my rings/I get respect not because of fame/You hate, you lame, I don't entertain" —Wiz Khalifa

"Back in my mind I know nobody coming/But then my third eye remind me not everybody love me/Still I slide, twisting it up/Weeding out them Chevy's, hitting switches, giving it up/Living it bruh, the vision for us was quite clear/When the smoke clears decades later we'll still be here/I don't know where them other niggas at/I ain't looking for no fools, I'm tryna remember where I parked the Benz at" —Curren$y

"From the beginning, niggas always started winning/Gon' remember me before I'm finished/From a place where it's hard living/Ain't no handouts, now it's stars in the ceiling/Niggas got options when it come to cars/No more regular hoes, all I'm fucking with is superstars/From the bullshit we moving on" —Wiz Khalifa

"'79 Malibu, mash down the avenue/If them niggas really wanna race, bring the bag through/Came through in the space coupe, everything new/Umbrellas in the door, galaxy in the roof/Boss in the booth, sharks after the loot/Be cool, muhfucker, ain't nobody asked you/Goin' where the money at, came back with all that
Blabber-mouth bitch gave my niggas the treasure map" —Curren$y

"Proceed with care, the set keep trees in the air/No need for VIP passes, my whole team in the clear/VS in all our pieces, try to call our phone, can't reach us/We probably out the country or rolling weed up, playing FIFA/And my cars is decent, some of 'em older, some recent/Leaving my keys in, this one for today/You gon' see a new one this weekend, on gang" —Wiz Khalifa

"Like my gin neat/Run the game, I suggest that you get floor seats/Might not leave with everything, but we for sure get a piece/Fix it up, put it on the streets/If I ain't in my 6-4, then my Benz creep/Up and down the street/Run to the money, can't nothin' else get me on my feet" —Wiz Khalifa

"Ain't part of this game, a joke/Wrap it up like a brick of coke/Call a play like a give-and-go/Ballin' for real, toss an alley oop off the pick and roll/Rollin' hundred spokes gold, my Rolex frozen/Have you ever seen a quarter of a million dollars rollin'?/Bein' drivin' like it's stolen, by a stoned stoner" —Curren$y

"Got a hundred grand stuffed in these expensive-ass denim/Might hit the the racetrack and spend it, and come back with millions/She half-Sicilian, her family don't even like Blacks/I'm ashing my joint, say her dad gon' kill her/Let me borrow the Lambo and the pad familiar/Got every game on Xbox/Don't need to get dressed, when I come over it's sweats and socks/Them other niggas say they like the Taylors, just stop" —Wiz Khalifa

"Actin' like a nigga that ain't ever had/Pull up in a foreign with a paper tag/This a Rolls Royce bitch, not a Jag/Keep a closet full of unpopped tags/Niggas bring that bullshit, they get zapped/Never chasin' bitches, I be gettin' cash/My roof in the trunk, joint full of skunk/My speakers blast like they from 12-gauge pump" —Curren$y

"And you can tell which car's mine/Cabriolet and Italian design, interior white wine/I don't wear jeans in here, I'm slidin' in my sweats/These was 15 hundred, you ain't got 15 dollars/In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin'/Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you just sittin', watchin'/This that fly doctrine" —Curren$y

"We in the sky forever, stay applying pressure/Pack my bags for any weather/Boy, you broke and need to get your shit together/Silence any competition/Got the crib that I dreamed of and not to mention/Bathtub like a swimmin' pool, smokin' out and trippin" —Wiz Khalifa