Wiz Khalifa - Out in Space Ft. Quavo

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain'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
Time I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
Yo bed, 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 want the basics in, smokin' and facing it

Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real Gs move in silence, 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 come with the game

Got a new car and a bust down
I was down bad, but I'm up now
When I puff 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, I just run 'round
I'm on KK, I need one pound
When I call a play, it's a touchdown
I'ma beat it down, money
Need 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 in 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
Like when I choke her, don't let her get her breath

Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain'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
Time I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
Yo bed, 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 want the basics in, smokin' and facing it

Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real Gs move in silence, 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 come with the game

[Quavo:]
(Quavo, woah)
Connect that with my cookie, that's what Huncho rollin' up
Walk around Takeoff, do not kick his double cup
Offset so crazy, you might end up polled up (Poll 'em up)
Lookin' for your bitch, she out somewhere cuddled 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 baguettes, the private is cheaper
Quavo Huncho, I'm trappin' with Wiz Khalifa

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain'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
Time I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
Yo bed, 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 want the basics in, smokin' and facing it

Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real Gs move in silence, 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 come with the game

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