Letra de Priestly Business - Wiz Khalifa

Answer me, you white-looking bastard

All this hustlin' for all this paper

All these women 'round and all these haters

Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake

All these cars that's in my parking lot, which one's my favorite?

Rollin' up another one to smoke one later

Laughin' with my dogs, we can't believe we made it

Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake

I became the boss because the cost, I paid it

Roll and blaze, nowadays, everyone's the same

Drop my top, catch some rays, goin' through a phase

Lookin' at the top spot, that's where I wanna stay

Fillin' ashtrays, diamonds look like lemonade

Talk behind my back, but in my face, they don't play

Hella paid, Celine logo, side of my shades

Start off too fast, end up spinnin' out of your lane

So much grass goin' in and out of my brain

Got a doobie in my ashtray waitin' (Every day)

Smokin' anywhere, my pass is good any place (What you think?)

Never get down to my last when I'm bakin' (Always stoned)

To the point, I don't even pass, it's all to the face

All this hustlin' for all this paper

All these women 'round and all these haters

Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake

All these cars that's in my parking lot, which one's my favorite?

Rollin' up another one to smoke one later

Laughin' with my dogs, we can't believe we made it

Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake

I became the boss because the cost, I paid it

Wanna let back my top and just chill

Wanna be with my real ones that's real

Wanna stand out, won't ever fit in

Wanna make a hundred million bucks and do it again

Wanna spend some and save some for my kid

Want a bad bitch that I can teach to get rich

And we split it

Got a lot of dreams and a lot of time, so let's get it

Got a doobie in my ashtray awaitin' (Every day)

Smokin' anywhere, my pass is good any place (What you think?)

Never get down to my last when I'm bakin’ (Always stoned)

To the point, I don't even pass, it's all to the face

Big house, nice house, I'm out the hood, you mad, you in your feelings, so what?

All this hustlin' for all this paper

All these women 'round and all these haters

Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake

All these cars that's in my parking lot, which one's my favorite?

Rollin' up another one to smoke one later

Laughin' with my dogs, we can't believe we made it (We're gonna smoke the whole plate nonstop)

Paper planes, every day, rollin' up, wake and bake (Yeah, yeah, just fall asleep in this bitch)

I became the boss because the cost, I paid it (And don't be, and don't be doin' little pulls, just go all out)

Yeah, get stoned for real

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