King Los feat. Cassie & Wiz Khalifa - Weak | Текст песни

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• King Los feat. Cassie & Wiz Khalifa
• Weak

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Walk up in the club, they’re like “oh, goddamn it!"
Got a whole lot of Jane and a whole lot of rings on
Just made another two milli' off a deal
So I’m ‘bout to go crazy, get my fuckin’ champagne on
Thirty-five bottles when I walk up in the Greystone
Certified platinum anything I put my name on
Pockets fat, so they showed me love, collar, fades on
Grammy-nominated from a song about a pay phone
Stuntin', stuntin' — I’m rollin' up like it’s nothin'
If I want it, I’m gon' pay for it
I get it if I want it
My car foreign, I drop back
The roof let the sun in
Game’s what a nigga runnin'
Get a check then I’m dumbin'
Ooh, fly nigga, smoke papers only
I’m a made nigga, I be with made men
Fuck niggas I stay away from, dog
They never play me, I never save them
Smoke ‘til I pass out, my eyes be all lazy
Keep bringing more bottles, they say you so crazy
I’m like "ten more"
The waitress looked at me like "10-4"
If you ain’t spendin’ no ends up
Fuck you niggas up in here for?
I’m drunk, can’t drive my Benz
High, can’t find my friends
Damn near out my mind
Goin' out again, heard how much I made
Watch how much I spend…

[Hook: Cassie]
So what you talkin' ‘bout, what you talkin’ ‘bout?
All that bullshit you…
I’m catching bodies in my sleep
Killin’ niggas, call the police
A hundred bottles, all on me
That shit’s so, that shit’s so weak
Talk shit about me, then speak
That shit’s so, that shit’s so weak
We done spent your mortgage on weed
I’m catching bodies in my sleep
Killin' niggas, call the police
You swear you ballin' out in these streets
That shit’s so, that shit’s so weak