G.F.U. - Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)/Juicy J/Berner

24 from the hood and I made 11 million this year

So I'm throwin up paper

Got a bunch of niggas with me that done made it from the bottom

Gettin' money all throwin' up Taylor

You can roll 'em out puff 'em I don't save it I stuff 'em

I don't gotta chase money I'm good

I'll bake the whole onion and replace it like its nothing ya

I'm talkin' straight cookies no oven

And I'm smokin' in public rich folks still love it

He talkin' he bluffin' that's my chick she stuntin'

And my team is the wildest try and get high enough to see mr wallace

Thumbs green like the mile is this for my youngins gettin steamed up in college

If you seen all my closets so much style

It's like my stylist had a stylist

And my crib like a palace wizzle go hard like a callus

All we smoke is papers blowin' hella flavors

Smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause were Taylor'd

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up

Cop a pound come a pound roll a pound blow it down

Call a ho it's goin' down Juicy J from stoner town

Originality where Mary Jane control the sound

Blue dream and lean for all of those who knew the time

Hash kef oils in the gas mask we be doin' numbers like its math class

Match one ni**a don't you know I'm match back

Colors on the herb make the bud look abstract

Smoke good cause I deserve it sour diesel got me swerving

I'm swerving right up on the curbing

Big bong rips got my chest hurting

Purp naps in the Marriott sweet

I wanna taste the w**d but the swisher too sweet

So make sure you know it's only Taylor's if we meet

If you get trippy mane you can even choke a bean

Blood came through and just dropped off a load

And I ain't sellin' sh*t everything gettin' smoked

Smoke when I get up smoke myself to sleep

Taylor Gang b**ch 10 pounds every week

All we smoke is papers blowin' hella flavors

Smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause were Taylor'd

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up

I'm right from my city

I'm on two blue pills and got the room smelling pissy

Ask I tell her don't kiss me don't come up for air

Lost your b**ch to the game f**k it life isn't fair

I'm too chill 2 mil re caught with my rap money

Two or three pads bad b**ches roll the planes for me

Two strains that my new nickname cherry pound cookie

All you see is a big flame

Stunt grown man with a coat on trippy in a room

Full of girls with no clothes on

But ya I love how I'm living I just left the night club

I'm in bed with 3 women

Too high too fly big belly cause I eat good

Blew 30 grand on drinks I better sleep good

Bag full of sh*t you probably seen in my twitpics

Hoodrich the only thing a stripper get is good dick

Ya I'm so slow motion in an s class

Floating hard to keep my eyes open

A king pin I keep w**d by the elbow

Skin all itchy tonight I'm sippin' yellow

All we smoke is papers blowin' hella flavors

Smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause were Taylor'd

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up

Get high get high get f** ked up get f** ked up