Wiz Khalifa – Jet Lag Lyrics

Jet Lag

Wiz Khalifa

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"Jet Lag." - Wiz Khalifa

Friday, 23 October 2026, 06:22 pm

Album: Wiz Owens

Track No: 01

Know how to pack a buildin', co-roll to packin' minutes
I'm always back to business, I stay up out my feelings
No goin' half-and-half, I want the whole stash
You might as well fast, I'm probably jet-lagged
It's hard to see me in my ride 'cause I'm speedin' past
You probably only smokin' dimes so your weed could last
And I'm the type to put a pound where I'm breathin' at
When I throw money on the ground, she ain't leavin' that
Gotta complete the task, my technique advanced
I had plenty plans, my diamonds dance
Fell out with friends, took trips to France
Smoked hella plants, unlimited grams (Unlimited grams)
I'll do it again (I'll do it again), what movie we in?
Spit twenty, I live, pulled up in a Benz
My company wins, you wanna be rich
You get it fast, then the end is gonna be quick
I sit here, count this money up and don't even flinch (Don't even flinch)
Keep sayin' they the one, but I'm barely convinced
Keep sayin' they rollin' up, but that's barely a pinch
I inspired you all along, you just barely admit
Give you a couple reasons why I won't marry a bitch
I own every percent, I won't never pretend (Never pretend)
Never again, a veteran in
We settin' the trends, coverin' every expense
Know how to pack a buildin', co-roll to packin' minutes
I'm always back to business, I stay up out my feelings
No goin' half-and-half, I want the whole stash
You might as well fast, I'm probably jet-lagged
It's hard to see me in my ride 'cause I'm speedin' past
You probably only smokin' dimes so your weed could last
And I'm the type to put a pound where I'm breathin' at
When I throw money on the ground, she ain't leavin' that
'Rari, believe it's fast, I'ma keep it a stack
Shoppin' bags in the front, my own gin in the back
It's my nature to stunt, I might need to relax
Tryna stay in control, they wanna see me crash
But really you don't want no problems, problems
Wish evil on my soul, I think I need some prayer (I think I need some prayer)
Might have a smile on her face, she gon' leave in tears
Ain't never did this before, I make her face her fears
Don't really catch me outside, these **** all weird
Ain't tryna look at theyselves, they don't involve mirrors
Don't want a hit of this kush, I don't see volunteers
If it's ever 'bout money, you know I'm all ears
If you ain't rollin' somethin', you don't belong here
She gon' shot when she want to and plus, she God-fearin'
Spent some racks on designer, that's what we all wearin'
Ten days in Miami, that's called disappearin'
Know how to pack a buildin', co-roll to packin' minutes
I'm always back to business, I stay up out my feelings
No goin' half-and-half, I want the whole stash
You might as well fast, I'm probably jet-lagged
It's hard to see me in my ride 'cause I'm speedin' past
You probably only smokin' dimes so your weed could last
And I'm the type to put a pound where I'm breathin' at
When I throw money on the ground, she ain't leavin' that

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz.

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