Wiz Khalifa – Global Access Lyrics

Global Access

Wiz Khalifa

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"Global Access." - Wiz Khalifa

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 10:04 pm

Album: Laugh Now, Fly Later

Track No: 07

Yeah, ****
You hear that?
That's paper
About paper
Get your money, man
Get yours
Uh, lay up
If one to me, I'm 6 o'clock
That mean I stay up
See you **** standing in a line
I got my weight up
A lotta **** owing dues, man
It's time to pay up
Smoke a joint with my girl
Every time we wake up
In your city, but don't plan on staying
If you ain't talking 30 million
Then we can't arrange it
Yeah, I treat the game like I'm renovating
They call me the landlord
I got all the tenants taken
Look at my tennis bracelet
There's all these diamonds in it
And plus, my watch is icy too
That mean it's time to get it
Yeah, I think they scared of me
Like I'm the dentist
Like you're running the fam
Everyone round about our business
And I get high on fitness
That mean I'm smoking strong
Bet all these diamonds'll give you
Something to focus on
Your girl love my songs
My chain cool to Fonz
My kush be the bomb
It sing like Solange
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Where we go, go, go?
That they say, that we can't get dough
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Where we go, go, go?
That they say, that we can't smoke
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Where we go, go, go?
That they say, that we can't rep Taylor
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Where we go, go, go?
That we can't keep getting that paper
Big stunner, ex weed runner
My bitch hotter than the middle of the summer
I get anything I want
And still watch for undercovers
Like I'm just on the sheet
Money make me feel complete
See, you don't do this every day
That mean you can't compete
I'm on top of the game
But I came from underneath
Never tame me, I'm a beast
Watch my change increase
Used to just show up
But now I make them pay them fees
Used to smoke blunts
Now I need the paper
Being broke ain't in my nature
Either block out what they say
Or use the talk as motivation, uh
We at the top and know they hating
Know sometimes they like a child
They whine and get impatient
But there ain't no complaining
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Where we go, go, go?
That they say, that we can't get dough
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Where we go, go, go?
That they say, that we can't smoke
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Where we go, go, go?
That they say, that we can't rep Taylor
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Where we go, go, go?
That we can't keep getting that paper

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz.

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