G.O.A.T Flow [Produced by Cardo, Co-Produced by ID Labs] - Wiz Khalifa, THEMXXNLIGHT

Detain the boss, maybe it’s 'cause these fits that I’m getting off

Cardo got wings

Okay!

You niggas still lost

Uh

Tryna detain the boss, maybe it’s 'cause these fits that I’m getting off

Outfits, murder one, I ain’t killin' 'em soft

Big crib, that’s a mansion and not a loft

I ain’t never falling off, won’t take part in that

Some niggas get money, don’t know how to react

Ain’t a million dollars, my name ain’t on the contract

She ain’t a boss, you can have her back

I’m where her love’s at

Smoking out, playing my favourite songs

Let her hit the weed and she sing along

Pink diamonds, Rolex’s telling the time and if I wanna make a movie,

she gon' tag along

I ain’t one for posting and bragging

I’m the type to put it in my raps, you find out that most of it happened

You smell the smoke, you know it’s the captain

Bring in the bottles, I roll 'em and pass 'em

When I wake up in the morning

I’m rollin' up the weed and I’m thinking 'bout you

And what we gon' do

Yeah

I might take you back to my home

Smoke all them joints and I’m thinkin' 'bout you

And what we gon' do

I got it legalised

And now it’s me and my homies when I need to fly

My money a bigger size

And if she ain’t coming home tomorrow, I’m the reason why

For my team, down to ride, you see it in my eyes

13s on the side, my trees crystallised

'Bout the life to live, I ain’t missing mine

Leave it all for my kid

I can hear 'em hatin' all from the distance

The world’s filled with all kinds of paper, I’m tryna get it

Treat her so good, that she think of me when I’m finished

Going so hard that they just wait for the intermission

But I ain’t never letting up

Never rushing my moves

I just wait for them to slack off, giving me the perfect opportunity

Then I set 'em up

Chain cold as the weather in December

This that G.O.A.T.

flow, I know you’ll remember

When I wake up in the morning

I’m rollin' up the weed and I’m thinking 'bout you

And what we gon' do

Yeah

I might take you back to my home

Smoke all them joints and I’m thinkin' 'bout you

And what we gon' do

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I tell her what I do

Yeah

I tell her what I do, do

Yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do