Whitney & Wiz

Lyrics

Chorus I got whitney and wiz 8x I move zips of the shit whitney houston was smokin Sold pounds of the shit wiz khalifa be blowin Stack tied the long way, naw it ain't no foldin Better call my phone quick cuz i just got the load in I got whitney and wiz 8x [Verse 1: Doughboy Roc] Livin life like its golden Started slappin and got frozen Got these hoes open I can't lie I think I'm chosen Fuck punchin the clock, I gotta hustle Addicted to trouble these niggas know that i'm the muscle I used to sell the same shit Wiz smoke Kept blowin pros, goin' broke Switched over and took over Now i fool with the overs Gotta crew full of soldiers Good head on my shoulders My elevation got niggas hatin But just be patient Hustle hard for my shit so i be damned if you take it Banged out watch with the bracelet gotta em askin what im selling He can't hold two quick I can't lie think he telling Out jackin like he slappin goin broke by the day Im the mayor of the Mo i sell blow by the way I say to the world blow Kid be screamin yay yay Im the mayor of the Mo i sell blow by the way (screwed) I say to the world blow Kid be screamin yay yay Chorus [Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni] On the road to riches Fuckin hoes and bitches Dodgin bows in snitches Stashin pros and kitchens I'm on my toes and pivot Gettin rich the mission Residue on the scale, residue on the dishes I keep it on deck Im talking whitney and wiz I gotta all star cast right here in the crib I got britney spears, charlie sheen Dre and snoop on triple beam Dead presidents in my jeans No peasants on my team Doughboyz we do it You had your chance and blew it Yo little stash i threw it Yo girl wanna fuck i knew it Cuz hoes loves them a real nigga Especially one with scrill nigga Iced up everyday hell no i ain't go no deal nigga That whitney houston hot, zips goin for about a stack That wiz khalifa fifty six but best believe its thrax When I'm talkin Whitney and wiz I ain't talkin bout no grammies I'm talkin' 'bout that loud and them O's and nose candy Chorus [Verse 3: Big Quis] Doughboyz cashout rich niggas the mob The way these bitches starin at us you would think they seen god My uncle stay on his job so Ima stay on mine He send a package I move in an hour everytime These niggas say we lyin but they chains fugazi Everything that come outta broke nigga mouth sound crazy I just let these hoes chase me I just chase this money What payroll charge me for the kush he really must love me My pockets far from anemic My diamonds shining and blinging My clothes come straight from neimans My bows come straight from phoenix Somebody pinch me im dreamin My life the shit and i mean it We be rockin out shows i wish that nunu could see it Get rid of the pounds like a diet Takin chances so its ice him Somebody gives us a deal before we all get indicted Twenty pointers in my brightling V Its diamonds in my ear for seven G's Feel my mink can only wear it twice a year (crispy) Chorus