Ride Slow

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] What up, Coz? It’s Khalifa, man Gang in this bitch Some young rich motherfuckers, man Do it yourself [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Uh, I wrote my name in the sand Come to paper, I’m gettin’ it- every buck This ain’t no stroke of luck, lil homie this what I planned Did it once, I’m here to do it again Rollin’ joints up, smokin’ ‘em with my fans Doin’ what these haters sayin’ impossible Now the ceiling on my car is droppable The weed I’m smokin’ on is smellin’ tropical Taylor Gang boss, and we unstoppable My n**** Berner got these n***** nervous We gettin’ rich and it’s well deserved You still waitin’ on your shit to surface Oh, you ballin’? What’s your biggest purchase? Don’t give a fuck about the watch, how much it cost Cause that shit is worthless I know trash when I see it Smell some hash when the weed lit Ridin’ in my Chevy, bumpin’ Six cones stuffin’ Stuntin’ like it’s nothin’ [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Cozmo] And we all gettin’ paper, but we all gon’ stay the same And we all grindin’, so that hustle never change On the road to riches (Yo Wiz, Yo Bern. Y’all too rich, man) I smoke and ride slow (I’m tryna get like y’all, yeah) I smoke and ride slow [Verse 2: Cozmo] Pretty women, Vegas nights, we rollin’ the dice Front row at the fight, blowin’ dough- it’s the life Presidential suites, mafia meetings at the Bellagio That Gotti flow, cross one of mine- and you gotta go Adios, every other line you can probably quote Money on my mind all the time, so I gotta smoke Rockin’ Valentinos, Cartier frames We make movies like Tarantino And got ‘em scared like Nino Visualizin’ the better livin’, but still dealin’ weight Mind state- fuck the small shit, I’m thinkin’ real estate View overlookin’ the lake, Benz with the dealer plates Gold on the Forgiato rims, let me illustrate We live the high life, blowin’ smoke on the interstate Rollie on the wrist, this life too real to imitate We livin’ lavish, associated with those who made it Married to the money, so if you broke there’s no relation Yeah It’s Cozmo! [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] And we all gettin’ paper, but we all gon’ stay the same And we all grindin’, so that hustle never change On the road to riches I smoke and ride slow I smoke and ride slow [Verse 3: Berner] For the grown men actin’ like bitches Let ‘em choke on some bullshit smoke, my bag different New phones, my dope spot’s clickin’ More money, more boxes for out of town shippin’ Car full of killers, four strippers in my bed And my five-car garage, is a grow room instead New cuts got my city goin’ nuts [?] 42 a piece in the middle of the flood Hand count, 350 and I’m gone White girls on my arm, in the club with a cold bottle of Dom (Damn) And the farm no [?] and my leaves grow tall European with the white leather seats Neck full of gold, everyone around me eats Too hard for the radio, you play me in the streets Man this Rollie cost a little more than sixty Many Men want me dead like 50 Imma take a few with me [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] And we all gettin’ paper, but we all gon’ stay the same And we all grindin’, so that hustle never change On the road to riches I smoke and ride slow I smoke and ride slow