Villa

So real, I

Said, **** the suite, get the villa

More McQueen chilled up

Now, I'm smokin', makin' 'em uncomfortable

When we step in the buildin'

Hunnid dollar bills pounds on the flight conceal

Heard they on me and they worried 'bout my paper trail

I'm at work while you goin' on vacation there

We smokin' out on the shores in Jamaica

Versace robe, Balenciaga wind-breaker

Come the weed, I own acres

You **** 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 **** with some real features

Waitin' for my time, I ain't reachin'

Joint filled up with bomb weed

Can't walk a mile in my sneaks

I'm stoned on an island full of freaks

My **** got millions on their mind, drink liquor all the time

**** in they prime

Drive cars 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 paint pictures

They understand me and see me clear as a movie is

Value the process, whether I lose or win

My wrist below thirty degrees

Weed from California, my **** come from Belize

Rollin' trees, it ain't a seat in here

Tryna get y'all to think the same way as the millionaires

When it's all said and done, we didn't **** who never run

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

The waitress just hit the bottles, we poppin' off everyone

Smokin' weed, and the motto was, "All that we got is trust"

So real, I

Said, **** the suite, get the villa

More McQueen chilled up

Now, I'm smokin', makin' 'em uncomfortable

When we step in the buildin'

Hunnid dollar bills pounds on the flight conceal

Heard they on me and they worried 'bout my paper trail

I'm at work while you goin' on vacation there

Sixteen hour flight to Brazil

When I get there, **** is real

Got a lotta beautiful women

But the money's what appeal to me

I know exactly how it feel

Say I've been here before, I know the me, it ain't enough

Games I don't play with 'em

They be so mad, 'cause after I ****, I don't stay

**** around, got another one on the way

If she give me her attitude

I'm killin' stage, and 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 **** with me, they havin' too

Eatin' steak at strip hotels, tell us that we can't smoke

Ain't that a ****?

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 **** like

"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, 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 not on the team with

I'm a boss, I be on some G ****

And I'm so real, I

Said, **** the suite, get the villa

More McQueen chilled up

Now, I'm smokin', makin' 'em uncomfortable

When we step in the buildin'

Hunnid dollar bills pounds on the flight conceal

Heard they on me and they worried 'bout my paper trail

I'm at 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 McQueen 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 a 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 plate

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

And I'm tryin' to hold it down

Till we back in that villa again