Wiz Khalifa – Burn It Down Lyrics

Burn It Down

Wiz Khalifa

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"Burn It Down." - Wiz Khalifa

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:27 am

Album: Girls Love Horses

Track No: 04

Uh, what?
Everywhere we go
We gon' burn it down
Tahahahahaha
One and she done
Got a joint rolled, girls just wanna have fun
We up all night, waiting for the morning to come
Got her best friends with her, so that's more than enough
What you drinking? Let me put it in your cup
Running for the weekend, if you rolling, hit me up
You look Puerto Rican, guess you get a lot of sun
Smoking just because
Open up another bank account, I'm getting money (Money)
No ring on my finger, married to the game
Top down with a singer (With a singer)
Boss-like demeanor, cars kinda cleaner
House with a theater (Theater)
One and then we done, tell your parents I'll never meet 'em
I'm the definition of a real one
Been getting money since I was real young (Real young)
Legendary crib, I'm 'bout to build one (Build one)
Numb to the hating, I don't feel none (Feel none)
Forty, got right, my rods and pills gone (Pills gone)
Call some baddies up, how much the meal cost? (Meal cost)
Real large (Real large)
Forgiato (Forgiato), rims on (Rims on)
Khalifa Kush (Khalifa Kush), real strong (Real strong)
She jump into my bed with her heels on (Heels on)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Teach you how to roll, roll, roll, roll
Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Blow it by the O, now I'm moving slow
Used to do a little, now I do the most
Roll another joint, sit down and make a toast
We smoking out the room and ashing on the floor (Ashing on the floor)
On and on and on we go
Big joint, we gon' turn into a roach
Top down, it's getting late, she's getting close
Top model, but with me she don't post
If you ain't Taylor Gang, then you can get from 'round me
I'm getting money even though they used to doubt me
Come to my crib, I got kush pounds
Every day, we going up and we gon' burn it down
Oh, woah
Every day, we going up and we gon' burn it down
Oh, woah
Every day, we going up and we gon' burn it down
Turkey bags for days, so you catch me roll another pound
Hit me with you land, smoke you out when you touch the ground
Hundred three-five grams, belt cost me some bands
I'ma smoke the party out, leave up out here unannounced (Unannounced)
Rolling up with (Rolling up with), everybody (Everybody)
Never seen the technique in person, now she excited
Know my songs from way back in the day, say that she recite it
Bong rip, dabbing in the J, need some help to light up (Need some help to light up)
Hella fried (Hella fried), don't cough (Don't cough), lung exercise (Lung exercise)
This restricted eighteen plus televised (Televised)
Best weed in the world, I ain't ever lied
W, mesmerized
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Teach you how to roll, roll, roll, roll
Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Blow it by the O, now I'm moving slow
Used to do a little, now I do the most
Roll another joint, sit down and make a toast
We smoking out the room and ashing on the floor (Ashing on the floor)
On and on and on we go
Big joint, we gon' turn into a roach
Top down, it's getting late, she's getting close
Top model, but with me she don't post
If you ain't Taylor Gang, then you can get from 'round me
I'm getting money even though they used to doubt me
Come to my crib, I got kush pounds
Every day, we going up and we gon' burn it down
Oh, woah
Every day, we going up and we gon' burn it down
Oh, woah
Every day, we going up and we gon' burn it down

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz.

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