Wiz Khalifa – No Invitation Lyrics

No Invitation

Wiz Khalifa

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"No Invitation." - Wiz Khalifa

Friday, 23 October 2026, 02:43 pm

Album: See Ya

Track No: 24

(Ron Ron, do that shit)
(Beat that motherfucker up, Quad)
When I'm in my Double R I got pounds in the trunk
I got hella of the shrooms you can get 'em if you want
I be in some Croc slippers hoppin' right off the plane
Ain't fuckin' with you ****, I'm in my own lane
Big weed, big ass closet, I got my own store
Good kush, whole lotta money, that's what I'm known for
So you can holler if you hear me, I want the money or don't come near me
Your bitch talkin' to me loud like I'm Siri
Runnin' game on her brain that's reverse engineering
This ain't no Tesla but it do it's own steering
Just paid a quarter mil' for a earing
These **** fake, I'm the real thing
Private flight, sittin' on a wing
**** catch a case, they'll never sing
Got a bitch that'll never leave
Long money, better weed
We can fuck, girl, but you won't get a fee
And this watch is a masterpiece
Taylor Gang, ****, or it's a casualty
Need my money on time, how it has to be
I don't share with a bitch so they mad at me
I don't stay 'cause the clubs where they values be
No difference between fake and reality
So I tell that bitch "Hold up"
My life ain't never boring
A hundred million, I got it off of touring
And if it's up with you ****, I'll leave it there
I keep the gloves in the trunk so I don't need a pair
I keep the weed rolled up that's why I smell good
Ain't been that **** in the city since you left the hood
I keep it solid with my ****, I'll never change
Since '09, a million **** reppin' Taylor Gang
I'm on shrooms, I don't fuck with alcohol
I'm out in Vegas, couple white bitches and Adderall
I'm overseas, THC pills, I got 'em all
And ain't trippin' 'cause the customs think it's Tylenol
A private party, and ain't no one invited y'all
I got the papers, the kush, but my lighter's gone
Give me a doobie and a beat I'll write a song
Give me a business expense, I'll write it off
Boy, you a worker, you must think you some kind of boss
I'm wearin' shit that you don't know what the designers are
Hardly ever drive my car
I tell her Uber to my crib 'cause it's kinda far
When I step out, it's hard to see, my shades are kinda dark
I'm microdosing off the shrooms, tonight, I had a lot
She microdosing with me too and said she had a shot
Ain't see me nowhere at the playoffs 'cause we had a box
Hold up, my Rollie don't tick
Pockets loaded won't fit, y'all move slow than a bitch
From my car you know that I'm rich
I hop out, she blow me a kiss
I don't trick, you show up with gifts
Lot of patience I learn, I ain't grow up with it
They don't charge me 'cause I'm different
When she kick it with you, she on a mission
She like to shop a lot, she in love with them labels
Go to Carbone and take a picture at a table
I'm rollin' ounces of the kush, you gettin' smoked out
A pretty face, some little titties, but it poke out
Went to the doctor real quick, ain't nobody know 'bout it
She got a **** at the crib ready to get so violent
She keep on callin' my phone ready to piped up
Them **** wearin' a wire, them **** mic'd up
Kush in my right lung
When you take a look at my chain, it look like the lights on
And them **** gon' be in icon
Want the gas? ****, you got the right one
Chucks or Vans, ain't no Nikes on
All of my **** do our thing so you gon' fight or run?
Hear what I'm sayin', ****, line it up
Pull every bitch at the party, got **** mad, like, who invited us
Damn, I really smoke the best weed in the world, see ya

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa.

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