Wiz Khalifa - Phone Numbers lyrics

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Wiz Khalifa - Phone Numbers lyrics

I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl You think she my newest b**h, she my old girl Khalifa, a younger n-gga who handle his Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is Boss sh**, look that up n-gga, I handle biz On fire, like a candle is N-ggas be dressing off the manikin Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them camera's is Better yet sandwiches, bad b**h Spanish friends Coulda been the President, rather be the man instead [Hook] Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin? like phone numbers Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin? like phone numbers (You can talk sh** b**h, I'm worth a million) I'm talkin? millions, n-gga I'm talkin? millions (You can talk sh** b**h, I'm worth a million) I'm talkin? millions, n-gga I'm talkin? millions Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) I'm talkin? millions, n-gga I'm talkin? millions (You can talk sh** b**h, I'm worth a million) I'm talkin? millions, n-gga I'm talkin? millions (You can talk sh** b**h, I'm worth a million, whaaaaaat) [Trae Tha Truth - Verse 2] I'm in the hood (?)on this something corner surfing Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm polar surfing Blowing faces, I'm sh**tin? on them diamond infested Time is money, peep the wrist b**h, my time is invested I'm still the king and I'm thugged out Any block any club I flood it out I aint the one for competition I?ma blow it out I'm going hard I don't ever plan on going out I'm getting money, probably something you don't know about I stunt hard, you would swear that I was showin? out Don't tell me get?em, I got em and I?mma throw 'em out And back door on these hoes that I was warning out While I'm in this machine, convert the top Tell them that the sky is the limit With a four of freaks, she got her face in my lap so deep you would think That she was hiding in it [Hook] [Big Sean] Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta Real sh** boi, these n-ggas imposters They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeh Countin? 7 digits, no wonder why the money calling Got ya b**h panties Niagra fallin? Dollars cum like I f-ck in the bank I told them I could, they tell me I can't They want me to trip when I'm d-cking the paint I'm poppin? champagne and puffin? on dank Shining hard, boy, these n-ggas gotta see me My d-ck hard, your b**h is easy (boi, boi, boi) [Hook]