Gangbang Lyrics - Cabin Fever - Wiz Khalifa

Money, money, money 

It's young Khalifa man 

And I got money, hoes, money and hoes 

I got money, hoes, money and hoes 

Big money talking to you 

Muthaf-cker thats cause big money bought it to you 

I'll be stuntin while them little n-ggas sayin' nothing 

High ceilings, high hoes, high prices for my clothes 

and I don't even pay for it 

Barely no major shit 

Need a bitch, take a bitch, straight back to that big crib 

Let you roll some rapper weed, put you on some new shit 

Hit this weed, I show you how I do this 

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My excuse is I'm in Cali so my smoke's highly exclusive 

And my bitch bad, my money's through the roof 

Your money short you looking mad 

You Danny Bonaduce bitch 

I'm jumpin' in my coupe 

I'm rollin' something that taste like fruit 

And I hear them n-ggas talkin' shit but theres nothing 

much that they can do 

When I got a bitch in your city, you should try when 

you see her 

Never trippin' on no hoes, n-gga what you thought we 

gettin' money over here 

I'm ballin' hard, my n-ggas in the same game 

I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing 

I'm throwin' signs, it's looking like I gang bang 

I'm on the team, it's lookin like I gang bang 

I'm rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing 

I'm smokin' weed, my bitch smoke the same thing 

I'm throwin signs it's looking like I gang bang 

I tell a bitch bow down to a muthaf-cking G hoe 

I work hard, I drink slow 

But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey cause I'm a 

cheapo 

Sippin' on Pinot Grigio, really hoe, got everything like 

I got me a genie hoe, yeah 

My car look like a building, diamonds dancing on top of 

my wrist 

Bitch I'm ten feet tall when I'm standing on top of my dick 

You a sucker hoe, sucka hoe 

I'm success, I feel like a million dollars, bitch I'm up next 

Money in my hand, I don't need no hand out 

And they all got their hands up cause they f-ck with me 

hands down 

And the car I push got more tent than a camp round 

And my picture always on your bitch background 

Like Prada, it's just me and Cyhi 

Young enough to be your son, but she call me big papa 

She gave me her oh nana, now disappear like tada 

She smoking on that Tada, now who the f-ck gon stop her 

I'm ballin' hard, my n-ggas in the same game 

I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing 

I'm throwin' signs, it's looking like I gang bang 

I'm on the team, it's lookin like I gang bang 

I'm rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing 

I'm smokin' weed, my bitch smoke the same thing 

I'm throwin signs it's looking like I gang bang