Issue - Ty Dolla $ign, Wiz Khalifa

I don’t do too much talking, I’m tryna come in, get off with it

Tell you what it is, Imma boss up

You like it when I treat you like a toss up

We gon fuck then first to count em

I hope the motherfucker, don’t call back

I ain’t tryna get you caught up

I know you just want to ball up

These hoes ain’t shit, niggas ain’t shit either

So what, we gon do our stuff, yeah

Cause right now ain’t nothing going on, but fucking

And we ain’t worried bout, worried bout nothing

Red or black, smell the OG gas, classic

Cars and jars, down ass bitch want to be where the clouds are

Every time we make an appearance, they taking the experience

No top, disappearing act, baby girl give me top while I’m steering that

In the cut like no Gs up, what we don’t drink we spill

Glad your iPhone storage full, I told you that shit is real

Home girl in the cut like how I’m gon get this picture

Higher than a motherfucker, liable to cuss a nigga out when I’m on that liquor

Baby face attract a nigga, and my stacks is bigger, so believe that

Just cause I’m looking in your eyes don’t mean shit

I still got my jewelry on while I’m deep in

I slip out the hotel room while you’re sleepin'

Never meant to do you wrong (x5)