Wiz Khalifa – WTF Lyrics

WTF

Wiz Khalifa

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"WTF." - Wiz Khalifa

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 01:44 pm

Album: Cabin Fever

Track No: 08

If I brought it out the crib, that mean I'm spendin' everything
What we doin', gettin' money, how we do it, every day
Order case, tell the bartender we need thirty more
Nig, if you ain't spendin' money what the fuck you in here for?
In here for, what the fuck you in here for?
Nig, if you ain't spendin' money what the fuck you in here for?
In here for, what the fuck you in here for?
Bitch if you ain't tryna fuck then what the fuck you in here for?
You know me, no, I don't talk, my nig, I be about it
Can't even count it, need an accountant
I'm rich, so now my bitch is bad, I need a stallion
Ain't trickin', I just treat her like she need allowance
Smoke the whole pound, man, we gon' need an island
Keep my toys in the garage so bitches think I'm childish
Oh, I got money, you can your talent
You ain't even gettin' money, you just be around it
Engine screamin' when I run it, wakin' neighbors when I'm comin'
Hear 'em talk but they don't want it, them **** frontin'
Smokin' loud, the shit you smoke ain't sayin' nothin'
Them **** talkin' shit but they ain't sayin' nothin'
If I brought it out the crib, that mean I'm spendin' everything
What we doin', gettin' money, how we do it, every day
Order case, tell the bartender we need thirty more
Nig, if you ain't spendin' money what the fuck you in here for?
In here for, what the fuck you in here for?
Nig, if you ain't spendin' money what the fuck you in here for?
In here for, what the fuck you in here for?
Bitch if you ain't tryna fuck then what the fuck you in here for?
Diamonds all up in my chain, it's like an ambulance
**** try and race my car, man, he don't stand a chance
Everything is all on us, that mean you gotta know
Bitch if you ain't tryna fuck, that mean you gotta go
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' weed, and ballin' everyday
Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, I'm reppin' Taylor Gang
That ****, they tellin' me I'm that ****
Like the room's full of white folks, I'm that ****
If you ain't talkin' money I can't even rap with you
Major cake, but **** hate because my stacks bigger
Raw papers, long ones
Fuckin' with them Taylors, boy, you got the wrong one
If I brought it out the crib, that mean I'm spendin' everything
What we doin', gettin' money, how we do it, every day
Order case, tell the bartender we need thirty more
Nig, if you ain't spendin' money what the fuck you in here for?
In here for, what the fuck you in here for?
Nig, if you ain't spendin' money what the fuck you in here for?
In here for, what the fuck you in here for?
Bitch if you ain't tryna fuck then what the fuck you in here for?

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa, Lexus Lewis & Sonny Corey Uwaezouke.

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