Wiz Khalifa - Let'R lyrics

[Intro:] Fresh outta that Back to the trap 808, y'll really want some more n***a? [Hook:] Hey, I f** her once, forget her I pull up in them setup Smoke kush, it make me feel better Your b**h choosin', just let her Your b**h choosin', just let her Your b**h choosin', just let her Your b**h choosin', just let her [Verse 1:] Ugh, all that Kush, whole lotta cars Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta cash Whole lotta planes, whole lotta spice Whole lotta rooms, whole lotta pot And it ain't gonna stop [Bridge:] My n***as got (all in) My n***as got (all in) My n***as came (up in here) My n***as came (up in here) Your n***as ain't (ballin') Your n***as ain't (ballin') That's why your b**h want (A real n***a to call in) [Hook] [Verse 2:] Ugh, at me like a lighter in the wind Tryna find out where I'm going Your girl's figured out what I'm driving You're out on the town and your n***a don't know Rollin' up, tryna keep it on the low You ain't on Instragram taking pictures Tryna make the best of the moment Parents don't know when your boss might k** ya Many hoes so familiar One minute on the team, next minute they ain't withcha Like the ho from the Clippers Laid up watchin' movies in my bed in they slippers I got all this I got a crib with a court in the back, motherf**er I'm ballin' Kush conin', at the table taking shots and it's gone then As I called it (Your b**h want me, woah Aw man, sh**, ey! 28 grams n***a) And my sweats cost more than your whole outfit sh** I got on, it ain't from the store Let her put it on while she rollin' Raw's Young Khalifa man, all on the walls [Hook] [Outro:] Hahahahaha Oh my God Hahahahaha