Villa - Wiz Khalifa

Now I’m smokin' making 'em uncomfortable

When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin')

Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal

Heard the and they worried 'bout my paper trail

I map work while you goin' on vacation there

We smokin' on the shores in Jamaica

Versace robe, Balenciaga windbreaker

Come the weed, I own acres

You niggas fallin' off, need replacements

We each own our Porsche down the streets racin'

Gotta keep one eye out for leechers, swingin' for the bleachers

Bad bitch with some real features

Waitin' for my time I ain’t reachin'

Joint filled up with bam weed

Can’t walk a mile in my sneaks

I’m stoned on an island full of freaks

My niggas got millions on they mind, drink liquor all the time

Fuck bitches in they prime

Drive car with switches, count tons of riches

Always stay committed

Gettin' on the plane, make sure my company name bigger

Roll up the strain, turn on the beat and I pain’t picture

They understand me and see me clear as a movie is

Value the process, wether I lose or win

Jheeze, my wrist below thirty degrees

Weed from California, my bitch come from Belize

Rollin' trees, that ain’t here

Tryna get y’all to think the same way as the millionnaires

When it’s all said and done, we the niggas who never run

They spendin' up all the funds, gotta save for my son

The waittress just hit the bottle, we poppin' off everyone

Smokin' weed and the motto was all that we got is trust

So real I

Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa)

More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up)

Now I’m smokin' making 'em uncomfortable

When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin')

Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal

Heard the and they worried 'bout my paper trail

I map work while you goin' on vacation there

Sixteen hours flight to Brazil

When I get there shit is real

Got a lot of beautiful women

But they money’s what appeal to me

I know exactly how it feel

Say I’ve been here before, I know that enough

Games I don’t play with 'em

They be so mad 'cause after I fuck I don’t stay

Fuck around, got another one on the way

If she give me an attitude

I’m killin' stage, the crowds of fans that would laugh at you

I’m rollin' up, while you can’t smoke, I’ma pass a few

We gettin' money, the niggas with me they havin' too

Eatin' steak and hotels, tell us that we can’t smoke, ain’t that a bitch?

Come to my room and we gon' blow the whole zip

Security might come up but they won’t trip

And if they do, I’ma walk out and I’ma talk to that nigga like

«Hmm, it’s nice to meet you sir, I’m Young Khalifa

If you don’t mind, I’ma spark this weed up

I know you got some family members you can call that I can take a picture for,

yeah I’ll be glad to meet 'em

It ain’t my fault, you can take it or leave it

You smell the kush, so it’s not a secret»

Ain’t the one you wanna look around and you ain’t on the team with

I’m a boss, I be on some G shit

So real I

Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa)

More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up)

Now I’m smokin' making 'em uncomfortable

When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin')

Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal

Heard the and they worried 'bout my paper trail

I map work while you goin' on vacation there

They don’t make 'em like they used to

The way me and my gang move around the world like we ain’t got a thing to prove

Why you worried about who’s who?

We takin' trips goin' to beaches

And spend the money on dinners and places we thought we’d never be

Experiencin' things we thought we’d never see

Was hated on heavily

Now our girls look heavenly

And you can tell it’s me, just by the smell

Our own kush to inhale, the McQeen shots to celebrate the times when we

couldn’t be here

Rollin' up another paper to elevate my mind

Not knowin' if the owner’s cool or not

I just got a show to do and a bunch of fans to meet

So if I’m not in my best mind state, how you expect me to do my best?

Thank you, I’ma continue smokin' now

Prayin' to make it home is an understatement

But I know God got my back

He wouldn’t give me more than I could handle

I just gotta step up to the play, and be a boss when the time comes

Who wants to chase success and run from their real responsibilities at the same

time?

That sounds like hustlin' backwards to me

But I’m tryna hold it down, 'til we back in the villa again