Jim Jones - 'Till I'm Gone (Drumma Boy Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] I grew tired of the same, then one night, packed my things Told the one I love I'll be back one day Through the fight, through the pain, booked a flight, took a plane Told her not to cry, I'll be back one day Been dreaming this since I was young So baby girl I'll be going till I'm gone (gone) Till I'm gone (gone) [Verse 1: Tinie Tempah] Can't see me b**h, I'm something you will never know I'm a star, you need a motherf**ing telescope Doing numbers, punching in the telephones I give em line after line like I'm selling coke I'm well connected like a n***a with a modem And these b**hes know I ball that's why these b**hes on my scrotum Flying right across the ocean bumping Frank and Billy Ocean On a private jet they let a n***a smoke in, think I'm joking? Come and play, pour out another bottle Bring your girls round and let's turn my apartment to a brothel I do this sh** for real, blowing up the clubs And when they see the bottles then them n***as know it's us, motherf**er [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Yeah, you see I'm back like I never left Them haters stay, see they never left I'm selling dope over treble clefs Wrist looking like a treasure chest Hella pads and hella jets We fly, back seats we drive Hotel's attire, next stop Dubai Tell em who*es “bye bye” We getting at this money at the moment The drop SLS is just a bonus Push with Tinie Tempah, better watch ya temper The holder of that gun got a heart like December So roll with the winners or move out the way of the storm Cause I'm coming for all crowns till the day that I'm gone Never gone [Hook] [Verse 3: Jim Jones] Spent summers, Harlem world, spent summers in Miami Atlanta stripper girls got my gun up in the Grammys And I be buying time, just like my Audemar You catch us flying by inside them foreign cars My sneakers from uptown, my diamonds from the district And when I be uptown, you know I got the biscuit So crack another bottle, light another blunt Mommy looking good, see that a** from the front She going to the back, but that's not the trunk She had some Louis luggage, put your bags up in the front You catch us in the kitchen, and we be cooking powder These n***as ain't fresher if you put ‘em in the shower [Hook]