Wiz Khalifa, Quavo - Out in Space

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Stackin' my paper up, no, I don't make enough All of these niggas, I smoke when I'm wakin' up No, I ain't fake enough, money I'm rakin' up Tell 'em I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up Yo bitch, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it Don't put the basics in, smokin' the face in it Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is Real G's movin' silent, 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 comes with the game [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Got a new car and a bust down I was down bad, but I'm up now When I buff, now 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, got this run round I'm on KK, I've been one pound When I call the play, it's a touchdown I'ma beat it down, money Eat 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 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 roll, soon as her nigga left Life and I choke or don't let her get a breath [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Quavo] Stackin' my paper up, no, I don't make enough All of these niggas, I smoke when I'm wakin' up No, I ain't fake enough, money I'm rakin' up Tell 'em I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up Yo bitch, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it Don't put the basics in, smokin' the face in it Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is Real G's movin' silent, 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 comes with the game (Quavo, woah) [Verse 2: Quavo] Connect that with my cookie, that's what Huncho rollin' up Walk around, take out this nut, kick out this double cup Offset so crazy, you might end up polled up (Poll 'em up) Lookin' for your bitch, she askin' for cuddle 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 Can't come in first, we don't remember runner-ups Walk in the club with my motherfuckin' burner tux (Burner tux, grrah!) I am your leader, your favorite achiever I bought the biggest, the private is cheaper Quavo Huncho, I'm trappin' with Wiz Khalifa [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Stackin' my paper up, no, I don't make enough All of these niggas, I smoke when I'm wakin' up No, I ain't fake enough, money I'm rakin' up Tell 'em I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up Yo bitch, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it Don't put the basics in, smokin' the face in it Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is Real G's movin' silent, 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 comes with the game [Outro] Do you want more? Do you want some more?