Came From

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Sending couches, and taking over bounces my nigga Cuba with wilder as it get, swear paranas and shit He a lame I took his bitch, looking like I flick my wrist Don't feel like I wanna quit, don't look like I'll ever miss Hit it once they not my switch, you just want the life I live I just wrote a [?] smoking weed everyday Know where I came from, straight from the birds nigga Reppin my day ones spin it then say some Hit it don't play none, engine got something in it Enter my business I gotta run [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Uh, as I lack off the yat Vincent Bach send 'em at At my pack with your bitch, give my Jack hit me back Off the lime, all the time, hit the lime mixed with Jin, off the Henn' That's my slime, call the ones hit it 9 (Hit it 9) [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa, & Juicy J] Count the paper get it now I can do it later Smoking out the roomies smell it from the elevator (Shut the fuck up) Want me to beat that pussy up? I now later Want me to beat that pussy up like a drunk major? Want me to beat that pussy? Looking so player Say she ain't a basic bitch got a lot of layers Shorty 5'6 braids with a baby hair's Niggas be chilling at the Raf tryna make it fair [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] I'm throwing signs to my niggas, tryna make a play Came out of nothing else, balling in the major way You see me stunting out, never come inside the place You see me even hella good now you wanna play Bitch look like a French May, Porturican, different On her knees but she don't stay, diamonds dancin' in the face Got a couple questions, here's a fast one if you wanna race Say that she can't deal with the whole thing, so she just wanna taste I make them Tsunami waves, learn the perfect time and page She gon' do what Simon says, put her legs behind her head Let me head it on the bed, fuck me good but never said Lot of cake at where I'm at, smoke a pound of never win Niggas never gettin' out the place because it go down Snorted up she a pro now, we've been fuckin' for a while so she can give the code now If you niggas wasn't with me, then you ain't my bro now [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Count the paper. get it now I can do it later Smoking out the roomies, smell it from the elevator Want me to beat that pussy up? I now later Want me to beat that pussy up like a drunk major? Want me to beat that pussy? Looking so player Say she ain't a basic bitch got a lot of layers Shorty 5'6 braids with a baby hair's Niggas be chilling at the Raf tryna make it fair