Villa

(album: The Saga Of Wiz Khalifa (Deluxe) - 2020)

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 smoking making 'em uncomfortable
When we step in the building (When we step in the buildin')
Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal
Heard they on me and they worried 'bout my paper trail
I'm at work while you going on vacation there

We smoking on the shores in Jamaica
Versace robe, Balenciaga windbreaker
Come to weed, I own acres
You niggas falling off, need replacements
We each own our Porsche down the streets racing
Gotta keep one eye out for leechers, swinging for the bleachers
Bad bitch with some real features
Waiting for my time I ain't reaching
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
Getting on the plane, make sure my company name bigger
Roll up the strain, turn on the beat and I pain't pictures
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
Rolling trees, there ain't a seat in 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 spending up all the funds, gotta save for my son
The waittress just hit the bottle, we popping off everyone
Smoking weed and the motto was all that we got is trust

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 smoking making 'em uncomfortable
When we step in the building (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 going on vacation there

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 to me it ain't 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 killing stage, the crowds of fans that would laugh at you
I'm rolling up, while you can't smoke, I'ma pass a few
We getting money, the niggas with me they having too
Eating steak and shrimp, 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 not on the team with
I'm a boss, I be on some G shit

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 smoking making 'em uncomfortable
When we step in the building (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 going on vacation there

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 taking trips going to beaches
And spend the money on dinners and places we thought we'd never be
Experiencing 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
Rolling up another paper to elevate my mind
Not knowing 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 smoking now
Praying 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 hustling backwards to me
But I'm tryna hold it down, 'til we back in the villa again