Letra da Música Weed Brownies de Wiz Khalifa

Is this the top?
The top of the world?
Top floor? there's weed in the ashtray
It's top-shelf... cap!

Riding in my challenger
Faded off this sticky brownie
Turning down the music cause
This weed is loud enough already
Niggas ask about my pay
I say I keep it steady
Gripping on the wheel, spending
Money like a politician
Tipping on a bill, it's going down
Like this bitch was sitting on the hill
I keep my girlfriend in them expensive
Sort of heels. furs and shit
Eat champagne and lobster cause
I fucking deserve this shit
Cap! niggas say I've got an old soul
Well, I tell them that I'm here muthafucka
And I made it cause my flow cold
I'mma roll some of this weed, I'mma pass it to you
Everybody's so gone. homie, I got papers
And vaporizers, flavors to stablize ya
Thoroughly-baked cake, can't say a thing
With my eyes shut

They say they don't, they do
But they don't know who we are
Superstars

I'm out of here, stratosphere
Paper hella-straight, nappy hair
Bitches seen that the? was even there
When we pulled up lit like times square
When we pulled up lit like road flares
When we pulled off, them hoes disappeared
Because they know what we be doing over here
She just wanna be high in her underwear
With her iphone plugged in the wall, power loss
Stepping out the shower, threw her a shirt to
Towel off with. one of the two qualities I want
In a bitch, cause baby girl, fuckin with me
Is some major shit, feel? warning
I gotta wake up to a bj every morning
And a j while I'm yawning, darling
I got papers and vaporizers, flavors
To stablize ya, I'm a fully baked potato
Spending my cheddar and chives

I'm dedicated, hella-faded, high as hell
I'm levitating. I'm rolling up, fuck a wheelchair
Ironically, my shit's medicated
Your eyes closed cause you asleep
My eyes closed cause I'm meditating
I gotta go make reservations
At a real nigga's destination
Two girls in the tub, that's luxury
You disagree? that's fuckery!
Saying "fuck you" cause you can't fuck with me
I need my dick sucked, but I'm sucka-free
You are who it sucks to be
I'm a company, buy "finally famous"
Over everything, that's my company
You already know, nigga
Collect the money like it's old, nigga
And I'mma blow it like it's rolled, nigga
And I be stuntin til I'm old, nigga
Weed, money and hoes - what a hell of a night!
Fuck you mean? this is everyday life
She in the mirror making sure she wearing it right
It's a pear-shaped present where I'm appearing tonight