Like A Star Lyrics - The Gangs Return - Wiz Khalifa

Riding something butter soft, interior smoked out 

See you try to budget yours. Me? I don't care what it costs 

Blowing hella cake I'm switching states to get my numbers off 

Spin the parking lot and fuck the finest thing I come across 

Phone full of missed calls 

, keep some bitches on my line 

Conscious with my conversation, caking is my occupation 

Keep them 'rillos rolling up, filled to the tipple 

Good weed and I blow it by the zip, I'm in my whip 

Riding weed and switching lanes, cruising to my newest shit 

Hoes been acting funny so I'm fucking with my newest bitch 

Everything designer on, 

diamonds look like Lemonheads 

On the beach with foreign freaks, you tricking with them chickenheads? 

Gotta get my bread (bread) so I hardly sleep at night 

I do a show to studio, I'm just in time to catch a flight 

Young but I'm paid, it comes from grinding everyday 

And having patience, blowing Master Kush in my spaceship 

Cruising with my hat back, tat-tat-tatted up 

Gucci on my loafers 

, getting chauffeured now my status up 

Paid to cost, I'm the thinnest boss, fuck them other guys 

Blowing weed I'm never sober, you can't tell me otherwise 

Name well known, ranked at the top 

Bad bitch in every city, big face on the watch 

Kush on my clothes 

, big bank in my knot 

Smoke a hundred cigarillos, pullin straight up out a pillow 

Now I'm eating, staplin in cases for my pillows(?) 

To my city I'm a prince so I sit behind tints 

Mad I found an avenue to get my revenue 

I'm with a model bitch cheifing in a tailor made suit 

Taylor Gang president, heavy hustle under boss 

In my car blowing smoke signals out the roof 

Money conversation talking paper then come fuck with me 

I'm in the air, that's why you look up to me, you know? 

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