G'd Up Lyrics

yeah it young khalifa man yeah taylor gang over everything champange paper planes bitch taking off her widding ring leave with us you'll never be the same making money in major ways if i got it then imma spend it if i want to and pick you up anyting you want too and nahh i aint gotta say anyhing about us right in front of you i do all of that shit when them niggas dont want to pop another bottle imma roll this weed up g'd up g'd up pop anther bottle imma roll this weed up so g'd up g'd up big faced digits whip aint rented walk inside the bank bitch im big frank frendily big cake piled up on my plate shit endless throw it in her face wacth the bitch make wishes walk inside the club bottles on that liquor groupie ac'tin up dying to get a picture [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/gad-up-lyrics-wiz-khalifa.html ] rose and paton kush be my clongoe shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled my diamonds clean all i count is cheese walking on a dream while you trying to intervene on top of that money them haters in-between somkin sour seem you can smell it on her weave smell it when i leave niggas catching feelings og kush prescriptions keep me way onver the bulilding rydin in my ride bangin in my system high as whitney tryin to find away to get a million if i got it then imma spend it if i want to and pick you up anyting you want too and nahh i aint gotta say anyhing about us right in front of you i do all of that shit when them niggas dont want to pop another bottle imma roll this weed up g'd up g'd up uh know im smoking sour you can smell it down the hall leared this as a yougin what you sell can get you far captain of my team tell you how to ball aint a game