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Car Service Lyrics - How Fly - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Wiz Khalifa: 

Clear the run way baby 

I get money from sunday to sunday lady 

Ohh behave I'm young, rich famous 

Grindin keep my pockets on Schwarzenegger 

O.G in my swisher so my blunt taste flavored, don't it? 

Ya'll niggas can get if you want it 

Tryna catch a flight 

I'm in the back seat playing X box, car service just chillin' 

Burners in the wall money all through the ceiling 

And Spitta on the phone, tell my Dawg that we killin' 

These fuckin blogs, they love a star and I'm flashin' 

Life just like a movie 

No casting, Ask if 

The game been kinda slow but I'm treat it like a Ashton 

Pedal to the medal I'm mashin' 

All we know is big money, medical weed, and fashion 

So, try your best to imagine 

Bro 

 

CHORUS: 

I'm rollin up another one 

Starring out this window, window, window, windowwww 

They tellin me to change how I'm livin', but its all I know 

You see me in every city on my way out to another one, another one, another one, another ooonne 

You find me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh 

 

Curren$y: 

Bong rips 

Double S's with the floor shift 

Windows 20/20 clear 

Peep the 20's on the rear 

Order the car service 

If I feel as though I don't want steer 

Bitches freeze in the Zenon head lights, like a deer 

But not out of fear, she lookin' cause its money over here 

Shine from above these land lovers I'm a chandelier 

My girl gotta pocket bubbler in her purse 

She keep it G and pack the bowl with weed and let me hit it first 

Ain't tryna be a hogg, dawgy all I want is what I'm worth 

80 days, 80 stages baby all around the earth 

Amazing race for the paper you suckas eattin' dirt 

Chew some orbit gum, brush your teeth and scrape your tongue 

Fresh as they come, second to none 

Pretty woman flirt 

Batting eye lashes they need guidance 

Lace em up like my new balance 

And keep flyin' 

The closest that you lames ever came 

to the planes was a palm pilot 

 

CHORUS: 

I'm rollin up another one 

Starring out this window, window, window, windowwww 

They tellin me to change how I'm livin', but its all I know 

You see me in every city on my way out to another one, another one, another one, another ooonne 

You find me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh