Me Time-Taylor Gang

Uh, it's Young Khalifa man. Paper Plane Gang, 501 young.' Ay shout out to my brother Spitta man. I just wanted to say that. Yeah.And, your bitch could see this shit from across the street nigga. It's pimpin' over here. Macaroni. Kush and Orange Juice nigga. What up Chevy, Germ I see you, Cardo on the beat. Haha.[Verse 1] Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em I duck 'em Smoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I f**k 'em Niggas be pressed for pussy, it aint nothing Instead of worrying about who that bitch f**kin', why don't you get you some money9 times out of 10 she see me stuntin' Game running, wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she coming I keep it one hundred, get love from the hoes, but it's, money over bitches nothing above it Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up Bitches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feets up Them suckas often imitate but they can't be us So super high, look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh Cut my speakers up, drowning out what the critics say Just, continue to smoke and remain G as f**kPolo socks match my polo hat, she leave once it's a known fact That she aint coming back. Now Taylor Gang that.[Chorus] And aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes And I beat em blindly with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game little homie I'm doing big things (big things, big things) And them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G) Get you some money f**kin' with me (f**kin' with me)[Verse 2] I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em Try to get paper how the f**ker don't know shit about her I take you up where it's cloudy, aint one them lames still rockin' prada I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand One of my baddest bitches, rollin' up while I'm driving And she don't even smoke just hit it once while she light it My game tight, seal and sign it Them niggas just playing, aint really ballin', saying they being honest Claiming, that's your wife but we can't call it She all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning Taking her clothes off, inhaling weed and coughing Aint her first time cheefing but say she don't do this often Since I was 16, I had all the intentions to keep it GTake niggas hoes, and smoke hella trees with em As for your team, you niggas in the stands, you just lookin' I'm a pro to these rookies and I plan to still paper over....pussy.[Chorus] And aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes And I beat em blindly with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game little homie I'm doing big things (big things, big things) And them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G) Get you some money f**kin' with me (f**kin' with me)[Wiz Khalifa] Yeah nigga, this shit just don't sound cool. This what we go to sleep to, wake up to.... Kush and Orange Juice nigga. Got your bitch cooking them cheese eggs too. Got paper in my pocket. Taylor Gang who's up? See yall niggas man. We done f**ked over 'em this year, it's a wrap. Hahahaha.Yeah. We don't want no more sucker shit..ever.