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“I just wanted to keep it wide open and not do anything forced...
just go as natural as possible. It reminds me of some of my older stuff, because
that was stuff that I was doing to really just challenge myself and to better myself.”
- Wiz Khalifa, Rolling Stone
PAPERBOND
yup
yeah yeah
oh
yea yea yea yea yea
I got enough weed to last me for the rest of my mother fucking life
I’m a never run out

(Verse 1)
Get the cork out the bottle
get that money up and make your style a little harder to follow
I been hustling all the time
that’s the only thing I know
now my watches worth 30,000 got Cuban links and Italian
boy I’m getting it
riding in my ride looking filthy rich
killing these niggaz I aint innocent
my bad aint pay the cost see they just watch me then copy my swag
say I fell off that’s where you lost me
how’s that when my name is on the upholstery
I’m rolling up and going places across seas
hoping the neighbors don’t smell the shit I bake and
everyday I’m on another plane the hardest sleep
but hey I wouldn’t have it any other way

(Chorus)
Now here we are
now there we go
you wanna ?????????????? smoke it all today
Now here we are
now there we go
uh
I wake up then I bake up get my things
and catch a plane but I’ll be back again
I wake up then I bake up get my things
and catch a plane but I’ll be back again

(Verse 2)
So much money that when I pull up
hop out and walk in the bank teller look at me funny
know how much I get
know I’m liable to walk up in this bitch
like tony with big blue bags of the shit
and tell them count it up
riding round in that Cali got OG kush in my body
my nigga I keep it G and that’s Guccier that Giani
I’m getting dress just for the airport to pose for the paparazzi huh
mo money mo problems not how I see huh
mo money mo Roberto Cavale bruh
damn aint it funny how time pass
only nigga in first class

(Chorus)
Now here we are
now there we go
Now here we are
now there we go
I wake up then I bake up get my things
and catch a plane but I’ll be back again
I wake up then I bake up get my things
and catch a plane but I’ll be back again
BOUT ME
  • FEAT.
  • PROBLEM & IAMSU!
[Hook: Problem]
Worried bout a hater? Not me
Turnt to the max, no sleep
Smoke a hundred joints to the face
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Rollin', pockets swollen
Ridin' in it, like its stolen
Weeded, hella conceited
If it ain't about money nigga I don't need it
Got a hundred grand in my ashtray
Spend a hundred k on a bad day
And I'm tatted like a cholo
Nigga act crazy my dogs go loco
Kush got me movin' slo-mo
With my nigga Problem that's my bro-bro
Came in through the back door
Ten mill this year on the low-low
And I'm still smokin' pre-rolleds
Cristal, done fucking with the Clicquot
And my bank full of zeros
Young Wizzle get fly like a hero

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Problem]
Rollin' through with them hoes like a donut
Sold more weed than you ? ever smoked up
Dick make her choke up, like a real ?
Got me feeling like a mill, off a pill door locked
We ain't lettin' all no more bros in
But fo' sho' we'll let y'all hoes in
Cause when we pullin' money out they be lovin' it
Give her dick 'fore I give a bitch my government
Just ate, I got eight more
Super duper high, eighty-eighth floor
Unzip this, that's eight more
Fuck a pussy and fuck rhyming
We gon' live forever, fuck dying
Get it 'til I drop, fuck tryin'
Pedal to the metal, we flyin'
In the fast lane, yellin' Diamond

[Hook]

[Verse 3: IamSu!]
Everything about me
Young wild nigga, mouth full of gold teeth
Treatin' bape.com like a swap meet
Going crazy on a bitch until she knock-kneed
I'm in a hella fast whip going top speed
Make a mess in that pussy and then she mop clean
I drop racks and she drops jeans
Smoke green as I lean, top dropping
Nigga I am all about a buck falling out a truck
Prolly with some hoes that I just met and yeah, they all gon' fuck
Got her man callin' up her homies, blowin' all em up
Trying to figure out where his girl is, she probably toasted
Like a champagne glass
So much money that ain't a damn thing sad
Do my damn thing in my campaign add
Let's get straight to it, don't let a damn thing pass
Nigga what?

[Hook]
At the end of the day, "Only Nigga In First Class" is
to show you the rawness that you gonna get with the
album, the real edginess. But it also speaks to the
fact of where I come from, as far as I've been
working really, really hard, to maintain the point
that I'm at, the people that I'm at, the crowd of
people. It's more like a first-class living. I really am
sometimes the only black person in first class, too.
So it's, like, really real. It's crazy but it's
cool. It's weird because when I first started getting that
assigned seat, when it became, like, "Oh, he's gonna
be up here," first people looked at me really funny.
- Wiz Khalifa, Rolling Stone
LET IT GO
  • FEAT.
  • AKON
Let it go, let it go homie
You know we can see through them blinds homie
And see through the truth and them lies homie
Just let it go, let it go, let it go

(Ohh oh oh ohhh) [x4]

I done stay on top of my game, Gang controlling my lane
Paid so much for my frames, put these lil niggas to shame
Ordered so many of them bottles,
so many of them bottles you would think I am insane
Already changed the game once I done told you
But now I'm gonna do it another one do it again
Tell the club owners we need more sections
I made these lil niggas go cop they Rolexes
You get the venue, you gon' need more bouncers
And tell the weed man we gon' need more ounces
Hundred grand in a rubber band
Use to be the kid, now homie I'm the man
Hundred grand in a rubber band
I used to be the kid, but now homie I'm the man

Let it go, let it go homie
You know we can see through the blinds homie
See through the truth and them lies homie
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go homie
You know they can see what we see homie
Difference from the real and make believe homie
So let it go, let it go, let it go

Living my life about peace
Sharing this money and trying to all of niggas up and off them streets
Used to look up some niggas, but now it all seem that it come down to me
Make sure my family gon' eat
Grinding from up underneath
Now they just say I'm a now they just say I'm a beast
And now all these haters looking at me pitifully
Cause I'm the shit, literally
And I be stuntin' when I ride past my old school
I say fuck the new car, I cop the old school


This time I feel like its now or never
And going nowhere so no matter what they say I be here forever
Even though some folks will make it so you can't win
Don't need to take it on the gin
Remember homie you ain't even gotta hold it in

Let it go, let it go homie
You know we can see through the blinds homie
See through the truth and them lies homie
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go , let it go homie
You know they can see't what we see homie
Difference from the real and make believe homie
So let it go, let it go, let it go
Let let it go, let it go, let it go
Let them go, let them go, let them go
Let them know, let them know, let them know
“’Let It Go’ is a really special song, just because of how it came together...
Akon really took it to the next level because he’s got an ear.
He’s a producer as well as an artist”
- Wiz Khalifa
1. Intro
2. PAPERBOND
3. BLUFFIN
4. LET IT GO
  • FEAT.
  • AKON
5. THE BLUFF
  • FEAT.
  • CAM'RON
6. WORK HARD, PLAY HARD
“‘Work Hard, Play Hard’ is a great platform and beyond it
being a great single,it’s a really good motivational song.”
- Wiz Khalifa
WORK HARD, PLAY HARD
Diamonds all on my ring nigga
Gold watches, gold chain nigga
Hundred thou' on champagne nigga
Yeah my money insane nigga
Yeah I'm making it rain nigga
But I was just on the plane nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, it’s my time of year
If I'm in the club, I get a hundred stacks
I'm always rolling up so I get love for that
Them niggas stole my swag but I don't want it back
My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I'm onto that
You see it in my closet before it's on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii, now I'm goin' back
My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it's hard to think
Buy so many bottles it's gon' be hard to drink
But I'm still pourin' up and my family here and they rolling up so uh!

The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

Hop your pretty ass up in this fucking car
Bitch I'm out this world, girl you know I'm a star
Used to buying rounds but now we buy the bar
Last year they had to ask now they know who we are
Boss shit, walk in the building, I own shit
You can tell by who I'm on the phone with
Yeah nigga talking about grown shit
Niggas too busy jacking my swag
Need to fuck around, get your own shit
Get your own cars, get your own clothes
Get your own smoke, get your own bitch
You ain't reppin' my gang, get your own clique

The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is

Go hard
Make sure you do whatever is that you gotta do, that's your job
And niggas gon' hate but that's no prob'
So hey fuck 'em don't need nothing from 'em
Some niggas talking but the shit they claiming don't mean nothing
It's straight from Cali, that's what's in my joint that's what I'm puffin', OG
And been one since I was young enough to know that everybody was gonna know me
Most niggas don't see

The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
"Anybody who knows me knows how much of a Cam'ron fan I am...
getting him on my album was just a dream come true"
- Wiz Khalifa on “The Bluff”
THE BLUFF
  • FEAT.
  • CAM'RON
I got so much (4x)

Oh, still the same nigga
Still walking all up on your
airplane with all my gang members
Smelling like money and champagne
Part of my campaign
I’m fucking rich my nigga
Some things I can’t change
Sometimes I swear I be so fly I mean I can’t change
Sometimes I feel I’ve got a couple people I can’t shame
Still rolling weed in a pair of Js
Gettin’ ashes all over my favorite jeans
I ain’t mad my nigga
I am getting paid crib with the maid
It’s all the same shit, different day
Keep hearing ’bout what these niggas doin’
But them niggas gone, and I’m here to stay
(I’m here to stay)

I got me a whole one so I'm bout to roll one
As soon as you jump in the ride with me
Now you gettin lifted, and you feelin’ different
As soon as you want you can drive you'll see
I got so much
(yeah, yeah)
I got so much
(yeah, yeah)
I got so much
I got so much

I told her leave and die or she can stay and breathe
She looked and said, Cam you don’t know
what to say to me (Oh really?)
Paparazzi out baby girl, no playing please
Now point that camera at my pockets cause they saying “cheese”
Put up yo life in gambling, next time we out here scrambling
I’m Killa, he Wiz, but all our checks say Cameron
Next chapter, next chapter, f-f-f-fatigues and cannons
Fresh rapper, fresh rapper right here where I’m standing
You play? We playin’
Drive by on the way that waving
New five, that’s how we playin’
We that wave, I’m just saying
What you sayin’? What I’m sayin?
Money, hoes, clothes, and mayhem
Amen! Please have her on her knees,
and she ain't prayin
  7. GOT EVERYTHING
  • FEAT.
  • COURTNEY NOELLE
  8. FALL ASLEEP
  9. TIME
10. ITS NOTHIN
  • FEAT.
  • 2 CHAINZ
11. RISE ABOVE
  • FEAT.
  • PHARRELL,TUKI CARTER & AMBER ROSE
12. INITIATION
  • FEAT.
  • LOLA MONROE
IT'S NOTHIN
  • FEAT.
  • 2 CHAINZ
Count another grip, smoke another zip
Yet them young niggas tell it I be on my shit
Make a hundred k, spend it all today
What can I say, my DNA is Givenchy
What my swag is, retarded
What I’m driving, Ferrari
What I’m rocking, Armani, Gianni Versace, huh
Fuck around and I’ll buy one of you broke niggas
My change, insane
My chain, oh that thing

It’s nothing, It’s nothing [x8]
Stackin’ cheese till my bread right
Smokin’ weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I’mma spend all my bread like
It’s nothing, It’s nothing [x4]
Stackin’ cheese till my bread right
Smokin’ trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I’mma spend all my bread like
It’s nothing, It’s nothing [x4]

You niggas chasin’ money I’m on top of it
If it ain’t money don’t know what the topic is
Don’t come out till next year that mean I’m rockin’ it
Order thirty-seven bottles call it poppin’ shit
Goddamn, what you on?
A private plane, fuck you on
Party in south of France when it’s cold
Used to rock all that old shit till it got old

[Hook]

My hair longer than your girl
Go shawty it’s your world
Sub-zero flow, when I spit, I see snow flurries
Scarface, all out
All I want in this world
I mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl
It ain’t nothin’ to me but it’s somethin’ to you
Count money like it’s somethin’ to do
Summer time I’m like fuck the roof, winter time I’m in ‘Lo boots
And uh, it’s nothin’
I like being high because it’s a better view
And, I told your ho my chain so cold it’s on Theraflu

[Hook]
“‘It’s Nothin’ is one of the more bragadocious tracks on the album...
I don’t do it too much because you don’t want that to be the
only thing you’re about, but it’s good to give people a sense
of that security and confidence.”
- Wiz Khalifa
13. UP IN IT
14. NO LIMIT
15. THE PLAN
  • FEAT.
  • JUICY J
16. REMEMBER YOU
  • FEAT.
  • THE WEEKND
17. MEDICATED
  • FEAT.
  • CHEVY WOODS & JUICY J
18. BOUT ME
  • FEAT.
  • PROBLEM & IAMSU!
19. STACKIN
20. MARY 3X
REMEMBER YOU
  • FEAT.
  • THE WEEKEND
She’s about to earn some bragging rights
I’m ’bout to give it up like I’ve been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in what you wanna do
Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don’t mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hot and my cup cold
My tongue slurred cause I’m so throwed
And I’m wiping sweat from my last show
And he’s TG and I’m XO
I’m only here for one night
Then I’mma be your memory
Say it in my ears, so I can hear what you’re saying to me
I got cups full of that Rose
Smoke anything that’s passed to me
Don’t worry ’bout my voice
I won’t need it for what I’m about to do to you

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I’m through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I’m through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

Old rapping ass
Light years past the class
Hit it, don’t have to pass
Nigga, we the new Aftermath
Niggas after fame, I just have to laugh
Niggas after fame, I’m after cash
You’s a fan, I'm a player
I’m the man, you’s a hater
And I only smoke papers
That’s how you tell that I'm tailored
Nigga listen
Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing goes out without permission
Look, everything I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I done came for
All the shit that you see I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah that’s paid for
Need I say more
Spend so much money on clothes
Said fuck a store, making my own
I hope that you’re rolling one up while you’re singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was making this song
Pour out some shots
You’re taking too long
Young and I’m rich
And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade

Good to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I’m through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I’m through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

I’m on some gin, you on some gin
I’m moving slow, I’m driving fast
I hit the weed, you take the wheel
We lose control
Drop the top in that 69
Not Motor 1, not old Chevelle
Can’t say things are like supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper, dawg
I like to call this shit old news
It means haters jocking our old moves
Popping champagne cause we made it
Back of the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did I probably won’t remember tomorrow

Good to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I’m through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I’m through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

Used to you
Through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Used to you
Through with you
Memory, remember you
“It adds to the darkness and the scariness of the album,
[we wanted to make] it something that lasts for a long time,
not anything that’s for right now because it takes
a second to understand the sequence of the song.”
- Wiz Khalifa on Remember You