Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
Curren$y
Curren$y
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TM88
TM88
Songwriter
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
Gregory Davis II
Gregory Davis II
Songwriter
Kenneth Smith, Jr.
Kenneth Smith, Jr.
Songwriter
Roman Mironchenko
Roman Mironchenko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JasonMartin
JasonMartin
Mixing Engineer
Rick Carson
Rick Carson
Mastering Engineer
TM88
TM88
Producer
Slo Meezy
Slo Meezy
Producer
Macnificent
Macnificent
Producer
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Producer
Swam
Swam
Producer
Sid
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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