Oh Gee La - Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)/Juicy J/Lola Monroe

Look ni**a I can roll up some more w**d

Or order 22 more bottles of Don P

My presidential Rolex shining that's on gs

The clothes that I got on are designers from overseas

I pulled up getting high told the valet to hold my keys

Hopped out walk in that motherf**ker bought everything that I seen

Niggas hating b**ches wishing they can get in position for some infiltration

Taylor Gang motherf**ker don't deal with no shape shift

Only real motherf**kers come up in my play list

I keep it way too real to f**k with your fake sh*t

This the real right here roll one up and face it

T g o d

Getting high rolling w**d up for e'ryone to know me

T g o d

In the club popping bottles blowing w**d by the o z

T g o d

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper

Give a f**k about a hater

T g o d peep the game from the floor seats

Here for my throne put them b**ches in the nosebleeds

T g o d married to the money

Fornicating with the balers and f**k a prenup like the Kobes

T g o d educating hoes

On the what where hows of embodying a boss see

B**ch I school sluts on the whats and the who's

And the guts and the shoes and how the body of a Porsche be

Now it's rock a bye b**ches

Lights out when I'm rocking my vicious

A** to waist ratio

Giuseppe shipped out in Casio rent on a fascio

Oo la la la is the way that we rock when we doing our thing

Oo la la la is the first class high that the Taylors bring

My circle anti square

Can't compare like a ain't I care

Ain't I there sonning you hoes I birth

None of you hoes have earned none of you hoes have learned

Vicariously living through my shadows

Got them throwing more shade than a clouded out meadow

Living in a land called la la no melo

Maserati sitting on lips all yellow

Smoked out interior like a cigarillo

Now these hoes wanna hang leave them hanging like hello

Ha ha ha ha until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the earth

Forever stay a real b**ch and only fear god

When the devil get to tempting me I only hear god

And my struggles help build me so endear eyes

Lauryn we'll forever love you you'll forever fill hearts

With hip hop

T g o d

Getting high rolling w**d up for e'ryone to know me

T g o d

In the club popping bottles blowing w**d by the o z

T g o d

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper

Give a f**k about a hater

Paper paper paper I'm so f**king Taylor'd

Burning d**e getting ashes on the calculator

Big wads in my pockets money barely bend

I'm so sincere riding in a Belly Benz

Hit the booty club drinking sapphire gin

Juicy J don't f**k with ratchet hoes only 10s

T g o d

Getting high rolling w**d up for e'ryone to know me

T g o d

In the club popping bottles blowing w**d by the o z

T g o d

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper

Give a f**k about a hater