Out in Space - Wiz Khalifa, Quavo

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, 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

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

Do you want more?

Do you want some more?

Jerm on the boards