Car Service

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Wiz Khalifa - Rap

Car Service

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[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Clear the runway, baby I get money from Sunday to Sunday, lady Oh behave, I'm young, rich, famous Grinding keep my pockets on Schwarzenegger O.G in my Swisher, so my blunt taste flavor— Don't it? Y'all niggas can get if you want it Tryna catch a flight, I'm in the back seat Playing Xbox, car service, just chillin' Burners in the wall, money all through the ceiling Hit Spitta on the phone, tell my dawg that we killin'— These fuckin' blogs, they love a star, and I'm flashin' Life just like a movie, no casting Asked if the game been kinda slow, but I'mma treat it like a Ashton Pedal to the metal I'm mashin' All we know is big money, medical weed, and fashion So, try your best to imagine, bro [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] I'm rollin up another one, staring out this— Window, window, window, window They tellin' me to change how I'm livin' But it's all I know (I know) Seen in every city, on my way out to— Another one, another one, another one, another one You find me anywhere that paper go (Go) Oh (Oh) ohhhhh [Verse 2: Curren$y] Bong rips, double-S's with the floor shift Windows twenty-twenty clear, deep-dish twenties on the rear Order the car service, if I feel as though I don't want steer Bitches freeze in the Xenon headlights like a deer But not out of fear, she looking cause it's money over here Shine from above these land lovers, I'm a chandelier My girl gotta pocket bubbler in her purse She keep it G, and pack the bowl with weed, and let me hit it first Ain't tryna be a hogg, dawgy, all I want is what I'm worth Eighty days, eighty stages, baby, all around the earth Amazing race for the paper, you suckas eattin' dirt Chew some Orbit gum, brush your teeth and scrape your tongue Fresh as they come, second to none, pretty woman flirt Batting eyelashes they need guidance Lace em up like my New Balance, and keep flyin' The closest that you lames ever came to the planes was a Palm Pilot [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] I'm rollin up another one, staring out this— Window, window, window, window They tellin me to change how I'm livin' But it's all I know (I know) Seen in every city on my way out to— Another one, another one, another one, another one You find me anywhere that paper go (Go) Oh (Oh) ohhhhh

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Credits

Writers
  • Wiz Khalifa
  • Curren$y