G Shyt Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] 

Adjust my Louie V vision 

Fall up in the spot 

As long as me and my gang get in 

Every n-gga I came with, came to spend chips 

On popping champagne and tipping waitresses 

G'd up, what you think this is? 

Put your feet up, this the fast, life mama speed up 

Pop the cork, roll the weed up 

Nowadays ain't f-cking with the bar 

Still aint nothing changed but the horses in my car 

Usually ain't into showing hoes where I live 

But tonight we gon' go to my crib 

Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell that weed on your clothes 

He don't know what I did, drop you off at your whip 

Work by 8, almost 6, plus your n-gga calling 

Think he starting to catch wind 

Look at your phone, press end 

Can't hurt him with what he doesn't know 

Plus you figure we're both grown, come on 

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[Chorus] 

Money ain't a thang 

Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's here with me 

That's the kinda G-Shit I'm on 

G-Shit I'm on, G-Shit I'm on 

Got n-ggas rolling weed 

Bitches with their hands in the air 

Tell the DJ damn that's my song 

I ain't trying fall in love with you 

Let me fill your cup then find our way home 

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2] 

High off the life I'm living 

Rooftop you gonna need binocular vision 

Order a few shots and them things that you say you do not do 

You probably gonna give in 

Say it's wrong, I call it a statement for the mission 

To get you high as you want, break dress code 

Skip the line to the front 

Ride top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down 

Roll another one 

? a couple of you, bring my brother one 

The bitches can't roll weed, I ain't f-cking with them 

That's just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips 

Buy the champagne and spill it, we don't save a sip 

And you here with me in VIP taking risk 

Home girl saying shit like "Rose my favorite" 

Plus I'm rolling up all this weed you ever smell 

Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she under a spell 

[Chorus x2] 

Money ain't a thang 

Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's here with me 

That's the kinda G-Shit I'm on 

G-Shit I'm on, G-Shit I'm on 

Got n-ggas rolling weed 

Bitches with their hands in the air 

Tell the DJ damn that's my song 

I ain't trying fall in love with you 

Let me fill your cup then find our way home