Talk to Ya

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]

Yeah

So I seen her from afar

I'm sayin to her, "come over to the car" and she said...

"You some kind of star", I'm like "naw naw naw, chill chill"

K'naw sayin, that's that name, figured I'd put a little bit of this game all in her brain, told her I ain't gone hold you

Damn sure ain't tryna control you, but I'll mold you

Ya dug?

She looked at me like she ain't believe me, so i figure I show you

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Uh, said she never felt like this before

When I'm home we get it on, I'm on the road, she miss the boy

And you thick for sure, know how to work them hips right

Love rolling my Swisher since I showed her how to twist right

And when I gotta make moves, she keep her lips tight

Know that money gotta stack, so she let me get right

And that sex get good on a late night

Nothing but thumbs up like a hitch hike

Yes I'm the shit like you ain't ever heard of

And you know how I do, act like you don't then I'll learn ya

I'm talking 'bout teaching ya, how 'bout schooling ya

Go and do your thang, gimme brains, I'll tutor ya

Fuckin' with them lames, a real nigga's something new to ya

Now you telling all your friends what I do to ya

But it's cool, ya know? I leave her spine broke

When I'm up inside, make her breath and hit a high note like...

[Interlude: Chevy Woods]

Yeah

So I'm standin on the corner

Shorty ride through

She pushed the whip, like ya know?

Me and my nigga Wiz

Blowing on that good, I'm like...

"We gotta stop shawty"

See... jump out

Yeah

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]

And I approached her, like "what's your name?"

You get the picture shawty, I really like your frame

That Coke bottle shape and them Asian eyes

You half black, half you ain't gotta tell the guy

You shouldn't wonder why I approached ya

I wanna get to know ya but I ain't tryna hold you

Back from all your dreams and high hopes

You smell that, mami, yeah that's real smoke

Listen I got plans too, you know how your man do

I'll get ghost before I try to cuff hands boo

You in the latest, yeah, that's my favorite

Room lit like Vegas, he point like Peyton

Mami body amazing, lights off, no cable

I found out she a mind freak like Criss Angel

Bed broken, table's giving her all she handles

I swear to God, the room sounded like this damn sample

[Interlude: Wiz Khalifa]

Yes, so I seen my man Kev Tha Hustla over there on somethin' bad

I mean, bad!

So I mean, I finish rollin' up my ray

Hop out the car, I see a couple of little ones over there lookin' kind of lonely

Ya dug?

I'm sayin' I catch me one, she looking at me

I see her smilin' and all that

Like she know who a nigga is

So you know what I do, I walk straight up to her like...

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]

Aye aye, shawty I just wanna talk to you

Usually keep it moving, but I had to stop for you

And let you know anything less than me is not for you

No time to waste, but got patience like a doctor do

And this may be a lot for you

So why don't you fall in, hit some of this weed and soak it all in

Got game like the ball in

And we ballin', goin' state-to-state, call me Rawlings

Look darling, I ain't tryna start nothing

She laughed and said "ain't you some kinda star or somethin?"

I'm like nah, I'm playin with you, ma, I'm fronting

They call me young Wiz, now get up in my car or something

We could talk about your day while I'm cigar stuffing

Here's my phone, give me a number I can call or something

Get you back to your crib and have them walls jumping

Screamin' at the top of your lungs like...