Wiz Khalifa – Rowland (feat. Smoke DZA) Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa – Rowland (feat. Smoke DZA) Lyrics
Rowland
Wiz Khalifa (feat. Smoke DZA)
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    "Rowland." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Smoke DZA)

    Album: Taylor Allderdice
    Track No: 10
    Still 2050, ****
    Ain't goin' nowhere
    Haha, that was hard
    Yeah, yeah-yeah
    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah-yeah
    Yeah, uh
    Yeah-yeah
    Uh, uh
    Rollin' up a seal, blowin' up but still
    Goin' hard, I'm on my job like I ain't sittin' on a mil'
    Now filet mignon come with every meal
    I swear to God that I'm so high, feel like I'm goin' up a hill
    Car marijuana coated
    Paid two hundred and fifty thousand for it, still hop in that thing, ride like I stole it
    I'm talkin' vacation island resorting
    I made eleven million **** without any endorsements
    Took the **** out I was out on the porch with
    To Saint Tropes to race them in Audis and Porsches
    Bentleys and Rolls, plenty of smoke
    Thousands for weed, Fendi's for clothes
    I remember I couldn't get shit back then when I was broke
    Now that I'm rich, everything's for the low
    So I could give a fuck 'bout what they sayin'
    'Cause they wasn't with me way back in the day when a **** was just—
    Mackin', Hangin'
    Rowland, Gettin' that paper
    Mackin', Hangin'
    Rowland, Getting that paper (Riiiiightt)
    We living' life, shit, the bud is never-ending
    Kush God, Bob Marley on my pendant
    You know that low is the life that I'm living
    Ralph Lauren always keep a **** spending, word
    I can't lie, it's the truth, a stack for these joints
    Five-hundred a boot, double RL, I don't do Trues
    That ain't for me
    Gettin' money, killin' shows in the home of the maple leaf
    These rap **** live in a land of make-believe
    Jimmity Cricket ass **** ain't cool enough to fool with us
    Nah, cool table geeks play the back, haters play the side door
    Jet Life, Taylor Gang what you ride for?
    We keeping the ends, competition is slim
    In case you lookin' for them ****, have no fear, we are them
    Corner the market, gettin' money, Rolling Stoned
    Young Khalifa, rugby rohdes, right
    Mackin', Hangin'
    Rowland, Gettin' that paper
    Mackin', Hangin'
    Rowland, Gettin' that paper
    You know, I know people in Pittsburgh might be like
    "Well he's not from the 'Burgh"
    And then, you know, young rappers might be like
    "Well, he's a veteran, signed to a young guy"
    You know what I'm sayin'?
    Everybody seems to have an opinion on-on, on—
    We all grew up on motherfuckin' Three Six in Pittsburgh
    And anybody who don't understand it or don't see it
    It's just 'cause they aren't meant to
    They aren't built, they don't have the fuckin' mind capacity to understand that this motherfucker
    Influenced everything I do up 'til this point
    As far as songwriting, as far as motherfuckin' beat selection
    As far as all of that shit

    Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa.

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