Wiz Khalifa - Villa

[Chorus] So real I Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa) More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up) Now I'm smokin' making 'em uncomfortable When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin') Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal Heard the [?] and they worried 'bout my paper trail I map work while you goin' on vacation there [Verse 1] We smokin' on the shores in Jamaica Versace robe, Balenciaga windbreaker Come the weed, I own acres You niggas fallin' off, need replacements We each own our Porsche down the streets racin' Gotta keep one eye out for leechers, swingin' for the bleachers Bad bitch with some real features Waitin' for my time I ain't reachin' Joint filled up with bomb weed Can't walk a mile in my sneaks I'm stoned on an island full of freaks My niggas got millions on they mind, drink liquor all the time Fuck bitches in they prime Drive car with switches, count tons of riches Always stay committed Gettin' on the plane, make sure my company name bigger Roll up the strain, turn on the beat and I pain't picture They understand me and see me clear as a movie is Value the process, wether I lose or win Jheeze, my wrist below thirty degrees Weed from California, my bitch come from Belize Rollin' trees, that ain't [?] here Tryna get y'all to think the same way as the millionnaires When it's all said and done, we the niggas who never run They spendin' up all the funds, gotta save for my son The waittress just hit the bottle, we poppin' off everyone Smokin' weed and the motto was all that we got is trust [Chorus] So real I Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa) More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up) Now I'm smokin' making 'em uncomfortable When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin') Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal Heard the [?] and they worried 'bout my paper trail I map work while you goin' on vacation there [Verse 2] Sixteen hours flight to Brazil When I get there shit is real Got a lot of beautiful women But they money's what appeal to me I know exactly how it feel Say I've been here before, I know that [?] enough Games I don't play with 'em They be so mad 'cause after I fuck I don't stay Fuck around, got another one on the way If she give me an attitude I'm killin' stage, the crowds of fans that would laugh at you I'm rollin' up, while you can't smoke, I'ma pass a few We gettin' money, the niggas with me they havin' too Eatin' steak and [?] hotels, tell us that we can't smoke, ain't that a bitch? Come to my room and we gon' blow the whole zip Security might come up but they won't trip And if they do, I'ma walk out and I'ma talk to that nigga like "Hmm, it's nice to meet you sir, I'm Young Khalifa If you don't mind, I'ma spark this weed up I know you got some family members you can call that I can take a picture for, yeah I'll be glad to meet 'em It ain't my fault, you can take it or leave it You smell the kush, so it's not a secret" Ain't the one you wanna look around and you ain't on the team with I'm a boss, I be on some G shit [Chorus] So real I Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa) More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up) Now I'm smokin' making 'em uncomfortable When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin') Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal Heard the [?] and they worried 'bout my paper trail I map work while you goin' on vacation there [Outro] They don't make 'em like they used to The way me and my gang move around the world like we ain't got a thing to prove Why you worried about who's who? We takin' trips goin' to beaches And spend the money on dinners and places we thought we'd never be Experiencin' things we thought we'd never see Was hated on heavily Now our girls look heavenly And you can tell it's me, just by the smell Our own kush to inhale, the McQeen shots to celebrate the times when we couldn't be here Rollin' up another paper to elevate my mind Not knowin' if the owner's cool or not I just got a show to do and a bunch of fans to meet So if I'm not in my best mind state, how you expect me to do my best? Thank you, I'ma continue smokin' now Prayin' to make it home is an understatement But I know God got my back He wouldn't give me more than I could handle I just gotta step up to the play, and be a boss when the time comes Who wants to chase success and run from their real responsibilities at the same time? That sounds like hustlin' backwards to me But I'm tryna hold it down, 'til we back in the villa again