Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – First or Last Lyrics

First or Last

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Lyrics copied!

"First or Last." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:50 pm

Album: 2009

Track No: 11

Like when Ricky Bobby's dad said
You first or you last
I got all intentions on gettin' this cash
Rollin' joints up with laser precision
I got major decisions to make
Whether to get the Maybach, or just chill
My **** is real in the feel
Blow so much marijuana smoke
The smell still in the ceiling
Owner said the club closed but we still in the building
Pullin' foreigns outside and stuffin' women up in 'em
Got a hundred grand stuffed in these expensive ass denim
Might hit the race track and spend it, and come back with millions
She half Sicilian, her family don't even like blacks
I'm ashin' my joints, say her dad gon' kill her
Let me borrow the Lambo and the path familiar
Got every game on Xbox, don't need to get dressed
When I come over in sweats and socks
Them other **** say they like the Taylors, just stop (Just stop)
Cop a new pad, and smoke one for the life we never had (We never had)
Cop a new whip, and smoke one for **** we could never get (Never get)
Cop a new chain, and smoke one for the time we wanted better days
(Better days)
Gettin' dollars makes sense, me and my dog worked hard
So we don't mind spendin' just a little bit (Little bit)
Actin' like a **** that ain't never had (Never had)
Pull up in the foreign with the paper tags (Paper tags)
This a Rolls Royce bitch, not a Jag (Not a Jag)
Keep a closet full of unpopped tags (Unpopped tags)
**** bring that bullshit, they get zagged (Get zagged)
Never chasin' bitches, I be gettin' cash (Gettin' cash)
My roof in the trunk, joint full of skunk (Joint full of skunk)
My speaker blast like funk, 12 gauge pump (12 gauge pump)
**** your crew on the stump, ain't got a bag in months (Bag in months)
**** my crew on the hunt get everything we want (Everything we want)
We was wildin' when we was young
Taylor gang or get jumped (Taylor gang or get jumped)
Jet life, all you is a chump, knew he was the ones
To change the game, and that's exactly what we done
New Orleans where I'm from, in Amsterdam catchin' stunts
New Orleans where I'm from, in Japan rollin' up
New Orleans where I'm from, motherfucker like, what
Cop a new pad, and smoke one for the life we never had (We never had)
Cop a new whip, and smoke one for the shit we could never get (Never get)
Cop a new chain, and smoke one for the time we wanted better days
(Better days)
Gettin' dollars makes sense, me and my dog worked hard
So we don't mind spendin' just a little bit (Little bit)

Writer(s): Blane Ricardo Britt, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Mark Brown, Marqus Brown, Peter Mudge & Shante Franklin.

All lyrical content displayed on this website is the intellectual property of its respective copyright holders. No ownership is implied, and no copyright infringement is intended.