Wiz Khalifa, Amber Rose and Rick Ross - Never Been Part II

Uh, hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it's a lot
Really it's not to me, now grab some of this weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up, 'cause all these niggas slow
I probably won't be up in there if I ain't got a O
Now I got my feet up cause I'm on top and niggas hopin' that I stop
But I'm just smokin', livin' life like in the movies that I watch
In my Jacuzzi, roll another doobie
See what's new what's on Netflix, order another movie
See, I'm smokin' the best shit
Motherfuckers ain't ballin', so they're seein' the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I'm up next
Dawg, I be goin' so hard, some say I'm needin' some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs, it ain't supposed to be on my chest
And niggas talk but don't even be on them jets
Man, they don't even seein' them checks
But you can tell by how I spit it, nigga, I be gettin' dough (dough)
Take her all the places that she never been befo'

(Don't give a fuck about the)
Money (money, money), clothes, cars (cars, cars)
I've never been (been, been) this far (this far, this far, this far)
And fuck that other shit them niggas talkin' 'bout (talkin' 'bout)
I've never been (I've never been) this high (this high, this high)

I'm in my Grand Natty, smokin' on that granddaddy
It got an odor like a motor runnin', fantastic
Never the minor things, I'm movin' on to finer thin's
Yellow stone, diamond rin's, Balmain designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves, movin' like the mob
I'm gettin' money, so maybe, baby, come get a job
So fuck them other bitches, we onto other business
And fuck them other niggas, we at them dollar figures
Versace chains, gold rollies, it's same game
Racked up, shawty, Rosé bottles every day
Sippin' that purple stuff, twistin' the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari, this bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches, another crook in the castle
Only fuck with my niggas, pray we all livin' lavish
I pray we all livin' so lavish
I pray we all livin' so lavish

(Don't give a fuck about the)
Money (money, money), clothes, cars (cars, cars)
I've never been (been, been) this far (this far, this far, this far)
And fuck that other shit them niggas talkin' 'bout (talkin' 'bout)
I've never been (I've never been) this high (this high, this high)

So you're not a pop rapper? You said, "Nah"
Yeah, I'm a pop rapper
I'll pop up and make five million dollars, nigga
How does that feel, man?

Written by:
Amber Rose, Cameron Thomaz, William Roberts II

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