G.f.u. Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

24, from the hood and I made 11 million this year so im 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 im good 

Ill bake the whole onion and replace it like its nothing ya im talkin straight cookies no oven 

And im 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 its 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 its gone, that's how we do it cause were taylor'd 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up) 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up) 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up) 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up) 

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

Call a ho, its 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, nigga don't you know im match back 

Colors on the herb make the bud look abstract 

Smoke good, cause I deserve it, sour diesel got me swerving 

Im swerving, right up on the curbing 

Big bong rips, got my chest hurting 

Purp naps, in the Marriott sweet 

I wanna taste the weed but the swisher too sweet 

So make sure you know its only taylors 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 shit everything gettin smoked 

Smoke when I get up, smoke myself to sleep 

Taylor Gang bitch 10 pounds every week 

All we smoke is papers, blowin' hella flavors 

Smokin till its gone, that's how we do it cause were taylor'd 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up) 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up) 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up) 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up) 

Bern ima rep for my city, im 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 bitch to the game, fuck it life isn't fair 

Im too chill, 2 mil re caught with my rap money 

Two or three pads bad bitches 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 im 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 shit you probably seen in my twitpics 

Hoodrich the only thing a stripper get is good dick 

Ya im so slow motion in an s class floating hard to keep my eyes open 

A king pin I keep weed by the elbow 

Skin all itchy tonight, im sippin yellow 

All we smoke is papers, blowin' hella flavors 

Smokin till its gone, that's how we do it cause were taylor'd 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up) 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up) 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up) 

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up)