Getting Loose

[Intro: Problem]

Yeah, ooh

Van Gogh

Yeah, yeah, shit

[Chorus: Problem]

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I ain't going for the floof, what?

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Uh, scrapers in the city, Daytons on the 57

Chevy chrome, suspension four switcher

LS engine, bitches came with the interior

Dope pot, stir it up, fumes got her tearing up

'79 Malibu, mash down the avenue

If them niggas really wanna race, bring the bag through

Came through in the space coupe, everything new

Umbrellas in the door, galaxy in the roof

Boss in the booth, sharks after the loot

Be cool, motherfucker, ain't nobody asked you

Goin' where the money at, came back with all that

Blabber-mouth bitch gave my niggas the treasure map

We know where it's at, muhfucker, forget a plaque

For twice what you pay, homeboy, you could get it back

We could call a private plane like a taxi cab

Crib with extended driveway and a heli-pad, bitch

[Chorus: Problem]

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I ain't going for the floof, what?

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Bars in the hook's all that it took

We don't gotta ask questions, we wrote the book

This life way better than it look

You ain't gonna get to work on foot

Got these other rap niggas shook

10 years, ain't miss by a hair

You could drop shit in his whip, not in here

Proceed with care, the set keep trees in the air

No need for VIP passes, my whole team in the clear

VS in all our pieces, try to call our phone, can't reach us

We probably out the country or rolling weed up, playing FIFA

And my cars is decent, some of 'em older, some recent

Leaving my keys in, this one for today

You gon' see a new one this weekend, on gang

[Chorus: Problem]

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose

I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah

I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose

I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no way, I ain't going for the floof, what?