Proceed - Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean, Curren$y

This what dreams are made of

Good weed and cold drinks

Taylor, Taylor, Taylor

Thanks for putting this together Jerm!

And we gon be here forever, hahahah

And you ain’t trippin, we really this high

Uhh

If you offer me all the money in the world, I wouldn’t trade it for my girl

My family or the niggas that you see me riding with me outta town

Or internationally, they gon fly with me, kinda fried

Rollin' the papers so they get high with me

If I decide to give this up one day, they gon' retire with me

Enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me

And fucking hater, burn in hell

Sippin' champagne while the waiter breaking shells

Niggas scream my name, probably praying that I fail

The money so insane, gotta weigh it on a scale

(You gotta weigh it on a scale?) Cap, niggas blow that, bitches know that

Never touch blunts, chill with us once, never go back

Little homie, that’s real

VVS diamonds, my stones are that ill

My watch is an Audemar, I’m smokin OG 'til my problems gone

You try to call your man he ain’t got no more, probably cause I bought it all

As we proceed

To court bad bitches and roll good weed

Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips

Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be

As we proceed

To court bad bitches and roll good weed

Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips

Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be

Uhh, Aquafina and the bong

I’m off in that Modena when I’m done, just sound the alarm

Bitch top drop like Mardi Gras beads bein thrown

Francesca you’s a mess girl, carry on

Car smelling like a pound when I pull up at the Avalon

Pull your own weight, I don’t have no time for tag-alongs

Don’t know what you yapping for, I’m stacking dough

Catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches

Cell phone in my pocket, my Blackberry biotches

Have ‘em ready, I’ll watch em, daddy back

Niggas plottin' on the Jets but we got em

We just waiting to drop ‘em, they vexed cause we poppin'

And them hoes ain’t worry 'bout ‘em, they sure came up

What they sayin 'bout them boys from the bottom?

Paparazzi cameras spot em, flash when you see they faces

History in the making, I was high when I made it

So I can play it for them haters

As we proceed

To court bad bitches and roll good weed

Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips

Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be

As we proceed

To court bad bitches and roll good weed

Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips

Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be

Used to want a chain, now I got six

Used to want a Rollie like Pac now it’s on my wrist, woah

Livin' the life niggas told me was a myth (myth)

Same niggas tryna get up on my list (what)

Since I started buzzin', I got eighteen eleven cousins

New bitches tryna join the team and old ones that I’m cutting

Sky high class livin but niggas still grinding

Cause I’m surrounded with the same niggas and girls since I had nothin'

Now, I got signed to my idol

Seen some of my favorite rappers turn rivals

‘Ye told me kill em so a nigga gotta drop ‘em

Peep the Jesus chain he gave me since I can’t keep up with Bibles

Nah, young nigga heading to the title

Where it’s at?

That’s the top man, these niggas gon recycle

What, my shit is like a B.I.G recital

But you can’t hold a real nigga down, that’s why I keep real niggas 'round

As we proceed

To court bad bitches and roll good weed

Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips

Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be

As we proceed

To court bad bitches and roll good weed

Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips

Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be