Wiz Khalifa - Bootsy Bellows lyrics

[Intro] Gang, gang Gang, gang, gang Gang [Verse 1] Leave it to me, I'll have you twisting that weed with a G Got too much talent just to be sittin' around with Weed and alcohol, that's the balance Ridin' in the Benz with low mileage Working 'til my hands get callouses Been a player, I established it Whips be the fastest Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average Legendary status and my crib like a palace I know why they mad 'Cause your b**h layin' in my bed Still got the weed smell in her hair Comin' home later, n***a gettin' cares Make a whole pound disappear Come for the money, tryna get a dog Live this for the gang, Imma get involved Look at me different now Roll some weed and put your n***as on You ain't bout the paper, what you in it for? [Chorus] And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us Pockets, they swole I won't leave here alone, came here with no b**h But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your b**h [Verse 2] Uh, they ain't goin hard as us We courtside, chillin', smokin' out the building Regardless if authorities give us permission Boss b**hes n***as breakin' they credit card limits To try to ball with us We in talks with those who only own business My spark lit, then I paint pictures Don't leave witnesses, nah n***a, my gang different Pull the Benz out in the rain Hit her once, I won't even remember her name Hella diamonds up in my chain To say that I'm dope is an understatement but no, I ain't underrated Came from a place where n***as make their own way Got some girls who f** me but got n***as so they don't say I'm puttin' KK in the paper On point, gang ready for danger Long joints, rollin' them things like broken fingers Too clean to ever have a stain Khalifa the boss before you beat the game [Chorus] And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us Pockets, they swole I won't leave here alone, came here with no b**h But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your b**h [Outro] Pockets is gettin' swole Used to smoke blunts now it's paper she roll Diamonds to my toes Everywhere I go, I'm froze You already know Fool Gangsters too This is how them gangsters do