Petal To The Metal Lyrics - Kush And Orange Juice - Wiz Khalifa

Cool 

Blue Ice, 

Things never looked this nice 

[Verse 1] 

It's the life we live, it's the price we pay 

400 a zip, imperial rose 

Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless, 

Vow to never break your heart or a promise 

I got us 

Ain't a show off, just being honest 

You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour em 

Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars 

Other bitches you heard about em 

But you're moving forward and never backwards 

Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice 

Love to role play, you studying to be an actress 

What the haps is, I'ma call you later then I'll fall through 

Maybe we can all get faded 

And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it 

Self made G millionaire in the making 

Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon 

Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement, 

Face it 

Now you drunk and your heart's racin 

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[Hook] 

Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle 

Girl you look good, you remind me of a model 

Ooh yeah, yeah. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah 

So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow 

Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle 

Ooh yeah, yeah. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah 

[Verse 2] 

The money come in, the money go 

The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes 

So I keep it G, continually stack this paper 

While all them bitches chase me 

Won't be a? safety 

Bitch can't hold her self down 

Then she bound to drizz out 

We party in Vegas, Smokin' 

Pina Colada papers 

Travel the world, people know what our face is 

Waitress, bringin em by the cases 

For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix 

I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit 

Can probably make you leave your man 

For first class living, taking pictures in the sand 

100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan 

So you rollin' if you know like I know 

Them niggas don't go where I go 

Gangsta 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3] 

Ok 

Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you 

I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you 

Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you 

No respect for niggas who smoke blunts wit you 

All wins, No loss 

Big house, mowed lawn 

No lease, owned cars 

Straight work, I'm my own boss 

[Hook]