Wiz Khalifa – Max B Interlude (feat. Max B) Lyrics

Max B Interlude

Wiz Khalifa (feat. Max B)

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"Max B Interlude." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Max B)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 02:36 pm

Album: Kush + Orange Juice 2

Track No: 10

Yeah
I gave 'em my music, they ran with my style, style
Bring your clique, I run through it, gave 'em an L, L
First one to chow down, ****, I'm famous
I got a chip on my shoulder, eat that shit with a sandwich
Bet you thought I was done and finished, Max, he ain't going over
We can do bullshit music, we can flow mediocre
We can just post some pictures, we can be one-hit wonders
Bitches won't know the difference, they keep me from going under
Still on parole, still I smoke hella dabble
Still I drink heavy liquor, got a bitch that sniff hella powder
These are true stories, real-live facts
Federales want me to give up my sources and contacts
My melody synthesized, they had me forever
All my ties, had to sever, dope, all that intricate in the past
**** killing ****, they want genocide
We ain't going back, they'll never take my men alive
Taking their bitches and getting 'em high
24/7 hustling, always working to get my paper up
Counting up so much money, now my thumbs are getting paper cuts
Hear what these **** saying on the line, but I think they play too much
Everybody saying some new shit need to drop, guess what? The wait is up
Young Khalifa got a pound next to the bed soon as I'm waking up
I don't even know which car I'm gonna drive, might pick my favorite one
**** out here tripping on that fentanyl, man, that's them crazy drugs
Might be cool, but I don't let shit slide, you could never play me, cuz
Might be sunny outside, but I save it for a rainy one
VIP list, check it, that's what my name be on
Young rich ****, ask her, that's what your lady want
Ain't gon' never stop, I'll be working till I'm eighty-one
If my **** rolling up, I tell him roll me one
Out in Miami on a jet ski, whipping with my son
Kiki on the river, hop out the yacht and get some brunch
I'm with all my ****, I'm with all my day ones
Always talking shit, but you got insufficient funds
Never let 'em see my path, not leaving bread crumbs
They get through with all the love, that's when the hate comes
I was young and hopeless, that's where all the rage from
Went and got a Porsche, Ty Dolla got the same one
Can't skip through the book, gotta start out on page one
Looking through my roof, pull out a joint and blaze one
Think I'm bulletproof, you'll find out where I came from
Might be sunny outside, but I save it for a rainy one
VIP list, check it, that's what my name be on
Young rich ****, ask her, that's what your lady want
Ain't gon' never stop, I'll be working till I'm eighty-one
You know that I'ma always be a Taylor
That's the way I live, the way I live
You know that I'ma always be a Taylor
That's the way I live, the way I live
When I say, "Taylor", you say, "Gang"
Taylor
Gang
Taylor
Gang
When I say, "Taylor", you say, "Gang"
Taylor
Gang
Taylor
Gang
And still the champion remains
From all the bullshit, we refrain
She play the game with you, but really she want that Kush and Orange Juice
That's why she here with us
Pass me my lighter, baby

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Charles Wingate, Davud Ahmedzade, Kevin Woods, Edward Murray, Kenneth Wright, JasonMartin & Dominique Sanders.

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