Out in Space

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough

Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up

No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up

Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up

Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up

Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it

My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it

Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it

Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is

Real G's move in silence, my niggas are dangerous

Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane

Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain

Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid

Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Got a new car and a bustdown

I was down bad, but I'm up now

And I puff loud when I come 'round

And we just met, she in love now

I'm a straight player, I don't cuff now

I get to the bag, I just run 'round

I'm on KK, I need one pound

When I call a play, it's a touchdown

I'ma beat it down, money, need a pile of it

Blowin' strong and I even fly with it

Team that I'm with, they don't violate it

Got a man, but she couldn't hide in it

Say she can't get enough, late night, I hit her up

Smokin', not drinkin', so I'm 'bout to pick her up

Had me one rolled soon as her nigga left

Like when I choke her, don't let her get her breath

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Quavo]

Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough

Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up

No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up

Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up

Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up

Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it

My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it

Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it

Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is

Real G's move in silence, my niggas are dangerous

Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane

Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain

Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid

Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game (Quavo, woah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]

Connected, my Cookie, that's what Huncho rollin' up

Walk around Takeoff, do not kick his double cup

Offset so crazy, you might end up poured up (Pour 'em up)

Lookin' for your bitch, she out somewhere cuddled up

Circle is tight, look like a huddle-up

Tryna get right, young nigga double up (Double up)

I paid for the bitch to go get a new tummy tuck

Gang come in first, we don't run with runner-ups

Walk in the club with my motherfuckin' burner tucked (Burner tucked, grraow)

I am your leader, your favorite achiever

I bought the baguettes, the Pave is cheaper

Quavo Huncho, I'm trappin' with Wiz Khalifa

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough

Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up

No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up

Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up

Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up

Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it

My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it

Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it

Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is

Real G's move in silence, my niggas are dangerous

Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane

Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain

Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid

Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game

[Outro]

(Jerm on the boards)