Wiz Khalifa – Text Me When You Make It Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa – Text Me When You Make It Lyrics
Text Me When You Make It
Wiz Khalifa
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    "Text Me When You Make It." - Wiz Khalifa

    Album: See Ya
    Track No: 13
    Ride a Mercedes, Prada for days
    Louis from Virgil, Birkin Baby
    Balenciaga, you and the ladies
    YSL, you look amazin'
    Eight in the mornin', say that you just got on
    Just count up your paper
    Come to my room and I'll be breakin' you off
    And send you home later
    I just pulled up to Vegas
    I'm fuckin' with you and not the tables
    I could be outside later
    Baby, send you on your way, just text when you make it
    Lately, I been countin' blessings as they come
    I ain't been takin' no shit from no one
    I ain't been gettin' nothin' but love
    And I don't hear talkin', you gotta show us
    Bags, you gettin' 'em all
    Ass can't fit, it ain't small
    Hookah for three in the club
    It's me, you, and your girl
    Don't trip on exes 'cause you used to it
    Hang on to your cool, you ain't losin' it
    You ain't intimidated by another bitch
    You with a real **** and love the benefits
    You can barely wait, always safe to say
    Private destination, brand new Ricky shades
    Celebrity workout plan, you been losin' weight
    Again and that shit gettin' thick in all the right places
    Lately
    You was underground, but now you mainstream
    Takin' you to my crib 'cause I don't date
    The difference 'tween night and day
    Dinner wherever you want, don't gotta wait
    You shop more than usual
    We fuck four times, then you gotta go
    Say you 'bout to come, you gettin' close
    Baby, say you love sunset the most
    Lately, I been countin' blessings as they come
    I ain't been takin' no shit from no one
    I ain't been gettin' nothin' but love
    And I don't hear talkin', you gotta show us
    Bags, you gettin' 'em all
    Ass can't fit, it ain't small
    Hookah for three in the club
    It's me, you, and your girl
    Yo, what up? It's your boy, Wiz Khalifa, man
    The shrooms are kickin' in
    There's no tequila in my system so there's nothin' to worry about, or gin either
    But you guys wanna drink, make sure y'all fuck with some of that McQueen
    And pour a shot for me, See Ya

    Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa.

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