Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
Curren$y
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TM88
Songwriter
Terrace Martin
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
Gregory Davis II
Songwriter
Kenneth Smith, Jr.
Songwriter
Roman Mironchenko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JasonMartin
Mixing Engineer
Rick Carson
Mastering Engineer
TM88
Producer
Slo Meezy
Producer
Macnificent
Producer
Terrace Martin
Producer
Swam
Producer
Sid
Producer
Lyrics
Been in the game for a minute, don't know why you get mad at all the benefits
When the trend change, we just reinvent
Couple chicks say I'm on they bad side, 'cause I ain't see 'em yet
Hotels don't give me rooms 'cause I'ma leave a mess
Weed smoke and Kush e'rywhere
Get the chance, we puttin' chronic in the air
When they talk about my moves, they all advanced
When they talk about my crib, it's at the top of the hill, and no one else there
We ain't savin' this weed, we roll 'em in pairs
Ain't just at the crib, smellin' like Kush out in Paris
Ten thousand dollar champagne when we cheers
Smoked so much weed tonight, you probably think I can't steer
A hunnid million dollars for the nigga that you used to think was weird
It ain't no one else, it's only gang here
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
Don't say what it was, say what it's gon' be
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
Don't say what it was, say what it's gon' be
Huh-huh, niggas hatin', bitches exaggerate
While I just calculate every lil' step I take
Heavy, make the earth quake, I got that King Kong in my trunk
I took your bitch up to The Jernt for a milkshake
This is what it is, this is what it's been
This is what it's gon' be, long as the world spin
Careful takin' 'em Dayton hammers to my rims, locked tight
We gon' shine underneath the streetlight, yeah, that's right
Lost some homies to the street life (yeah)
I see they names tagged on walls and street signs as I breeze by
They live on, I'ma gon' always speak on mine
I'ma always pull up on my nigga Wiz, and get high
Jet-Taylors, Taylor-Jets, makin' paper
Won't catch me stressed, bitch, you'll be blessed if you even catch me later
Outside the new inside
Grass greener, Chevy's cleaner, on this side
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
Don't say what it was, say what it's gon' be
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
This ain't what it was, this what it's gon' be
Don't say what it was, say what it's gon' be
Writer(s): Kenneth Smith
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