Wiz Khalifa – Respect (feat. Juicy J, K Camp) Lyrics

Respect

Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J, K Camp)

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"Respect." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J, K Camp)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 12:35 pm

Album: Cabin Fever 3

Track No: 01

Mr. Camp, you ready?
Mm-hm
You gonna kill this shit, yeah
Pass that bong over there, bro
When you stay out and your chopper stay focused
She gone be the best
Do what you can when your team get a chance
Put it all to the test
Came for it all, know you heard this before
But I don't more or less
Grindin', you fall now, you done with the tour
Get it all off your chest
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
When you go hard
You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothing left
I just wanna pull up with my truck in the front
I just wanna pull up with my **** smokin' joints
I just wanna pull up with a bitch with no Instagram
I just wanna pull up to the club just to start
When you a young ****, you can have anything you want
When you a young ****, you can have any bitch you want
When you a young ****, you can drive what you wanna drive
When you a young ****, you can buy what you wanna buy
Havin' fun with some bitches, smokin' weed in the ride
On the corner with my dogs, drinkin' gin to survive
Ain't from the bottom, you can't understand
Bank in my hand, your bitch think I'm the man
Guess I am
When you stay out and your chopper stay focused
She gone be the best
Do what you can when your team get a chance
Put it all to the test
Came for it all, know you heard this before
But I don't more or less
Grindin', you fall now, you done with the tour
Get it all off your chest
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
When you go hard
You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothing left
All my pockets overweight
Appetite for this all cake
Money man, I still run this game
I'm in perfect shape
Moon rocks, keep me high as tube socks, bird one
Keep it pimpin' and pay close attention
You might learn something
My family is all I need, I make sure that we gon' eat
Overtime, twenty five hours, eight days a week
I remember back when I was broke, how could I forget?
Nine bathrooms in my crib, I got a pot to piss
I love my mama's face when I bought her a new home
Mama, we finally made it, them hard times is gone
Finally made it legit, ain't no way I'ma quit
Got a cone full of guacamole, let's go get these chips
Hustlin', hustlin'
All the money comin' in so fast, you can't resist
Hustlin', hustlin'
'Cause there ain't no such thing as gettin' too rich
Hustlin', hustlin'
You will never hear me say I don't want no more
Hustlin', hustlin'
This Juicy J, and gettin' to the money is all I know
When you stay out and your chopper stay focused
She gone be the best
Do what you can when your team get a chance
Put it all to the test
Came for it all, know you heard this before
But I don't more or less
Grindin', you fall now, you done with the tour
Get it all off your chest
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
When you go hard
You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothing left
Yo, ****, keep it real with your motherfuckin' self
And grind for your motherfuckin' self
If you lookin' for another ****
If you lookin' for another **** to put food on your motherfuckin' table
****, you dumb as fuck
You a stupid-ass ****, you should go fuckin' take a gun
And put it to your brains
And blow your own goddamn brains out
You stupid as hell, ****
Don't be beggin' no **** for shit, ****
Get your lazy ass up, get out there and work, ****
You know what I'm sayin'? That's how we get this bread
****, we hustle, ****
We gotta be out here, man
Up early in the motherfuckin' morning, man
To the next motherfuckin' morning, man
You know what I'm sayin'? How a **** supposed to get this shit?
This shit don't, money don't grow on trees
Shit don't fall out the sky, ****
You know what I'm sayin'?
I know you over there high and shit, you know what I'm sayin'
**** die for this shit, man
**** out here on some real grind, ****
There's some fucked up motherfuckers out here, man
You know what I'm sayin', man?
When a real life situation kick in, your motherfuckin' kids hungry
Your bills due, your motherfuckin' car broke down, man
****, you gon' be sicker than a motherfucker, man
We still gon' be gettin' money, we gon' be gettin' high
We gon' be in the strip club
We gon' be bringin' in the bags left and motherfuckin' right
Bringin' them bitches in, throwin' that shit out like trash, ****
We gon' be gettin' high as fuck, laughin' at you ol' stupid ass
**** out here, man, the fuck outta here, man
Kill your motherfuckin' self, ****

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa.

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