KK (feat. Project Pat & Juicy J) - Wiz Khalifa & Empire of the Sun

Man there's so many niggas out here still owe me fucking money and shit mane You know what I'm saying Shit crazy man Keep that shit though dawg We still getting mo (808 Mafia) Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot Fire his ass up Make his body rock Make his body rock Make his body rock Breaking news He pronounced dead on the spot I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I ain't playing bout the money nigga Bang bang Pull up on your block Bang bang No diamonds in my watch This a plain jane If you keep punching the clock You get the same thang I got a Bent with no top That bitch nasty My chain got a 100 rocks That bitch flashy How I made it to the top? Don't even ask me I just pulled off with your thot That bitch trashy I fishtail off the lot My shit go 200 Pockets full of Papa Smurfs Nothing but blue money Nigga hate, probably mad cause I fucked your woman (I fucked her) Shorty all in your face She never saw it coming Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot Fire his ass up Make his body rock Make his body rock Make his body rock Breaking news He pronounced dead on the spot I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I throw two fingers or two hands That means gang, gang I make a call to my shooters That mean gang bang These niggas tricking on these broads That's a shame shame I did it once but won't never do it again, again I'm smoking KK so we never on the same strain I'm flying private so we never on the same plane It's me and YOLO ratchet chick I got her giving brain Ran up on'em now the homies like Don't die kane, mane My new car insane I'm in the ghost, getting ghost Out here switching lanes And if a nigga act tough Then my niggas spray They don't care they hitting everything that's in the way Taylor Gang Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot Fire his ass up Make his body rock Make his body rock Make his body rock Breaking news He pronounced dead on the spot I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I don't rock with you niggas like that-aaa Breako to the head Come up off them recordaaas Barrell to the stomach Chopper blowing out his back-aaa Pull like [?] moves if the walls to my backaaa Then I'ma creep at a low speed Chopper what you gone see Fire out them AK barrels the last thing you gone see If I'm masked up then you got a better chance of living If I'm bird faced then It's just according to how I'm feeling You niggas like hoes You like to argue and fuss I raise up that fire stick I'ma let it buss Find your body somewhere [?] like some rock cocaine Shot him in the head Brains, hanging like a chain Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot Fire his ass up Make his body rock Make his body rock Make his body rock Breaking news He pronounced dead on the spot I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas

I hear em talking, money make a hater madder than a bitch Got my check up, now you know I get more cash than a bitch Got a pocket full of paper and a bad yellow bitch Ass fatter than a bitch My car faster than a bitch What you saying, make em madder than a bitch What you saying, get more cash than a bitch What you saying, got a yellow bad bitch Ass fatter than a bitch, my car go faster than a bitch A hunnid billion dollars, that's the conversation Nigga I got more whips than a dominatrix Pretty bitch jump on my dick, lemme drive ya crazy And you heard that my paper thicker than the yellow pages Press that button lose the top, make it disappear Its so lonely at the top, but I love to hear Pass that cream bitch I'm higher than Apollo 13 On that purple martini and a ounce of blue dream So much money, make the counter blow a fuse Live in the fast lane and fuck all the rules I'm living on the edge, fuck a hater, fuck the feds If I buy more ice, I might need to buy a sled Smoking loud, drinking hen, man I'm higher than a bitch Lick harder than a bitch Wanna stick it in a bitch Ferragamo louis shit All designer in this bitch I got gold on my teeth and neck, I'm shining as a bitch Bitch love to see this shit, niggas mad than a bitch Throw a cop in the parking lot, just shot him bout a bitch I ain't tripping bout you man, I'm on dead presidents All my niggas killas and they scared of the penitent-ions Money always make a broke mad, make him envy Never bowing down to a bitch, it ain't amendment Lamborghini cost a ticket and I'm tryna rob that bitch Pat your running up the check, we ain't tryna hit that shit You wanna say something about the pimp? Gimme his address bitch I'ma come to his house If they can fear that then they can fear whats really going around down here mane I'm glad we got an island where we can at these bitch niggas out, ya know what I'm talking bout? I can go broke any minute, still making 4 million in an hour Closing deals with the cartel on my speakerphone in the shower My bitch on the shower You niggas is cowards, get the fuck off of my lung I'm cutting the grass with them choppas Bullets is sounding like do-do-do-do hitting niggas and flowers I don't fly jets, I buy jets I'm from the low rise, high ground, projects Fuck you and your street cash, little ass plump check You sign niggas, I sign niggas, I buy the label I'm in the Soho House in the library, eating sushi with Cong ly Getting throwed from your politician, this ho wanna elect me Still a hood nigga tryna fuck everything Life in the villa, getting zarilla, nigga Think of my scrilla Keeping my wolves on deck like Michael on Thrilla

Memphis mafia man You dig (Remix) Skrrt (Son of a gun) Skrrt, skrrt (yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Skrrt (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Paper Route, let's get it nigga Run up on this fire, and get burnt, lil' nigga (fire) Spent a half a million just on furniture, nigga (damn) Paper Route business, it don't concern you, lil' nigga (watch out) Be careful who you call your friend, they turn on you, nigga (for real) I'm DUI right now, I don't belong behind the wheel (woah) One thing about it, I'ma get money 'long as I live (woo) I can't stop at that red light, I keep going, I don't yield (skrrt) I can't do that deal if it ain't more than ten mil Oh shit, got them M's and now he lit Hundred thousand dollar investment, I invest on my wrist (woo) All she do is run her mouth, tell that bitch to suck a dick I was born a superstar, so I put one on my fist I just smash, I don't kiss (nah) Hit the gas, I'm in the wind (zoom) Hate to brag, but I'm the shit (hah) Got some head when I was six I threw 30 in magic (magic) Do that, make me a trick (what?) House on the lake, but I don't even know how to fish (fish) Damn Mothafuck the law, fuck the law, fuck the law (fuck 'em all) Flyin' down Elvis Presley in the race car (boulevard) I been drinkin' raw, drinkin' raw, drinkin' raw (raw!) White girl with me, and she look just like a Barbie Doll (woo) I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (racks) I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (racks!) I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (stacks) If I take you out, bitch, that's a million dollar date I just stepped in Barney's bought Your shorty by mistake (mistake) Dinner with the mayor that's A thousand dollar plate Million dollar deals Billionaire ideals My driveway so long I gotta drive To check the mail These niggas don't want no smoke Clown ass nigga you a Bozo Counting this money by the boat load Last thing I need is a broke hoe Look inside the foreign All white it's like the Pope When I pull up in the Phantom She look like she seen a Ghost Motherfucker lisols Glock in my dissolve Frasier Boulevard yo' hoe toy Lickin' my bizz off Hustle never fall off We beef and make no fall off Until one of these bullies out his Draco knock your shit off Slapped that 40 cross his head I'm taking everythang Jury ended merc'ful Bands ended Mary Jane Virgin to these streets so I had to Pop they cherry man Gangsta myth is kill or be killed So which bread it ain't fire Nigg' gonna die Bullets gon' fly Momma gon' cry Nigga gon' try Everything to click your head off Like a samurai Money to the sky Beat that knife Most of you niggas be soft like pie Maybe you niggas hand wet like pussy 'Cos we ain't gonna stop 'til you niggas ain't die Mothafuck the law, fuck the law, fuck the law (fuck 'em all) Flyin' down Elvis Presley in the race car (boulevard) I been drinkin' raw, drinkin' raw, drinkin' raw (raw!) White girl with me, and she look just like a Barbie Doll (woo) I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (racks) I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (racks!) I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (stacks) If I take you out, bitch, that's a million dollar date Yeah mane, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

But in the street, motherfuckers wanna test me But in the street, motherfuckers wanna test me (What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up") But in the street, motherfuckers wanna test me But in the street, couple hollow points I got options, one thing that's for sure I can't be locked in I get blocks and I be makin' bitches clock in Hoes flockin' when they know a nigga poppin' Can't convince me you ain't with the shit, I know you flaugin' I can't add you to the squad, add to my deposit Can't let a bitch tell me how to get it who ain't got shit Plus I got the keys to the street, I'm like a locksmith I drop shit 'cause I'm hands on like I'm boxin' Pull up in that drop-in, ain't no talkin', hop in What's your other option? That don't even stop shit I be on some hot shit, I know that you ain't got shit We can go and cop, I know you tired of window-shoppin' (Shoppin', shoppin', shoppin') When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot shit (On some hot shit) I got cola by the block on some thot shit (On some thot shit) Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top bitch (That's my top bitch) When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot shit (On some hot shit) I got cola by the block on some thot shit (On some thot shit) Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top bitch I was that east side nigga with a pistol in my pocket Used to move around in projects, nigga, I ain't have no options I had insufficient funds, wishin' bitches give me somethin' Now my hookers know the deal, I just make my pick and run Get a bag, blow it fast, get it back though (Though) Big chain, try to snatch, you get smacked, ho (Ho) 'Cause I got paper and plastic, I can put it on your head I got shottas with a shotty that'll put one up in your head, yeah Got my meal ticket, time to strategize my moves Got these haters hot, tryna stabilize my cool Used to whip buckets, now it's German engineering It just amplify my pimpin' when I swerve up on them bitches, yeah Went from rags to riches on 'em (Yeah) Went from coach to first-class tickets on 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah) East Side Johnny, I got options, options Why straight to Memphis? Bitch, we locked in, locked in When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot shit (On some hot shit) I got cola by the block on some thot shit (On some thot shit) Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top bitch (That's my top bitch) When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot shit (On some hot shit) I got cola by the block on some thot shit (On some thot shit) Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top bitch I might put some bread on your head like a stripper bitch I know that's your bae, came my way, I had to flip the bitch In the hood, brand new foreign, no Ls, that's that nigga shit Plug came through, We robbed him for them bails, that's that Memphis shit She got income taxes so a nigga had to tax that bitch Just like Nipsey Hussle on my hustle, Victory Slap that bitch Lotta fake ass niggas hate the real, but I ain't counterfeit Four-five to your acorn ass head, crack that bitch Boy, you better duck from the Draco out the Tahoe When my hitters pull up on your ass, they come to rob, ho More faces, money train, welcome to the mob, ho Glossin' foreign Rafs, foreign clothes, that's the job, ho (Job, ho)

Opportunity in my face so I can't sit back and not take advantage of it Man I can hardly wait got a date with miss success And I can't stand her up no they don't understand us Cuz, they say we too material (Material) but money make the world go (Round and round) yeahh They say we too material (Material) but money make the world go (round and round) yeahh Wait they dying to get the diamonds off my plate The more I give the more they tryin to take Like I be serving you this evening got the nerve to Wonder how I eat cuz while you sleep-in ima wake Aw man what is yull saying Money long yull's in like an on ramp Young boss man I be with a lot of goons That know how to aim but dat chopper stay on auto-tune I paint a perfect picture for it So you gon need your high definition cord They say I made it cause there ain't a thing I can't Afford and car service get me to my plane before it Begins to board, aye they think they hell I'm on a highway Cause I treat everyday like it's a Friday My situation straight you looking sideways On my grizzly cause my crime pays Opportunity in my face so I can't sit back and not take advantage of it Man I can hardly wait got a date with miss success And I can't stand her up no they don't understand us Cuz, they say we too material (Material) but money make the world go (Round and round) yeahh They say we too material (Material) but money make the world go (round and round) yeahh Three cell phones no home number The shit that I be will take you out your zone comfort Quiet when I'm home but mention me when I'm gone Schedule getting full I had to I had to sync it with My iphone, and I can't get out of plane mode Cause every time I turn around I wake up in a different Time zone (different time zone) Not concerned with all the fame but want the world To know my name when I'm gone So just give me the light Quiet on the set show me where the cameras at (Where the cameras at), I'm telling you I'm ready (Telling you I'm ready), no I'm telling you I'm ready (I'm telling you I'm readyy) Opportunity in my face so I can't sit back and not take advantage of it Man I can hardly wait got a date with miss success And I can't stand her up no they don't understand us Cuz, they say we too material (Material) but money make the world go (Round and round) yeahh They say we too material (Material) but money make the world go (round and round) yeahh

I'm a boss in the game I deserve six rings I go hard in the paint They wanna know my number and my name They swear to God I got a cheat code I'm going for the three This shit is easy like a free throw I go beast mode Ballin' on 'em 93 Mike Jordan on 'em Swish nigga It's all in the wrist nigga And we aim for the top everyday just to change our lives Know the name, know the game Know the things that they ain't gon' like Not afraid to express what it takes so we made our own way You not in the game I call shots in the game like Huh what's the play Yeah what's the play What's the play Huh what's the play What's the play Yeah what's the play What's the play Huh what's the play I'm on my Wayne Gretzky I got so much ice on Smoking on that strong pack, strong pack Hit it hard, Mike Tyson Sliding home plate, safe Paid in full just like ace But I ain't working at the cleaners I get that pack and serve it like Serena Ballin' on 'em 93 Mike Jordan on 'em Touchdown We got the club going up I'm bout to roll something up And we aim for the top everyday just to change our lives Know the name, know the game Know the things that they ain't gon' like Not afraid to express what it takes so we made our own way You not in the game I call shots in the game like Huh what's the play Yeah what's the play What's the play Huh what's the play What's the play Yeah what's the play What's the play Huh what's the play

Does anybody have regular size papers out there? King size? I'll use those Got the windows down, radio's on on on You got it all, well at least you think you do When it's time to ball, niggas better think of you You see the life you wanna live on TV and wanna be a part of it Spend every night just popping bottles, pouring drinks in VIP, and you love it The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, don't worry, that's just how the game go The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, but I'm just singin' the same note, playin' the same song Got the windows down, radio's on on on You got it all, well at least they think you do (woo, yeah) When they say workin' hard, man, they better think of you Cause all these plaques, nigga, that's because of it Wouldn't have shit if it wasn't for it Smokin' on medicinal, spraying ozium to try cover it In the game playin' hard, but I'm just in the game, I ain't in love with it Y'all niggas tryin' to get famous, a nigga like me tryin' to get fuckin' rich Fuckin' rich, fuckin' rich, broke ass niggas can't fuck with this Fuck a deal, when it goes down, got a hundred mill on my bucket list Y'all niggas gon' keep on hatin' but we ain't gonna stop then You'll catch me in somethin' foreign and the top gon' be droppin' Got the windows down, radio's on on on

Yeah It's nothing new, haha 'Cause this is exactly what I do, uh What up E, haha The good weed's lit on this one Yeah Ridin' by myself, uhh Yep, uhh The World turning, the weed burning Them haters talkin', I keep earning Know some will say life's a bitch Well I'ma' keep flirtin' And fuck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases Old folks jock my car 'cause they know just what this is Niggas felxin' hard with no bars, they got weak servants Keep verses, Mortal Kombat Look at my ring, if I ain't ballin' bitch then what you call that Nothing but net, ain't back cause I never left I did everything right nigga better yet Rolling bomb for the niggas that's around us Something like a contractor building from the ground up Now just, oh Twist up this weed Realize that you are in the presence of a G Don't fuck up my paper meaning my cheese Or the ones I use to roll up my trees Fuck it, you know what I mean I'm riding round, smoking, my music up loud Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I'm in a race, and taking the winner's place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could fuck with me My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me But I'm just ridin' dog Doing a buck .50 Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's My dime pieces only recognize the best trees Treat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believe You in her face, I let her breathe Oh, oh From debated on, to waited on From hated on, to the nigga they put cake up on 'Cause we are Young Movie stars 'Cause we are Young Movie stars I'm ridin' round, smoking good, music up loud Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I'm in a race, and taking the winner's place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) Oh-oh-oh, now I just stunt on my own Bitches ain't say shit to me but now they won't leave me alone Used to walk the other way But now they all come to my home And they calling my phone 'Cause my paper is long Nothing, they singing my songs Get hired up, if they want Then I bring them along We flying up Now you want me to take it all off Want me to take it all off Tell a bitch I'ma' ball And I'ma' buy a new crib for my niggas in all 'Cause I remember days we'd sit and pictured it all Nigga swear I'd leave or pictured I'd fall Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a star 'Cause we are Young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthafucking millions Yeah, I said it, muthafucking millions Got my money up, I'm in the building I'm ridin' round, smoking good, music up loud Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I'm in a race, and taking the winner's place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own