wiz khalifa - whole pound lyrics
[intro]
uhhh (mhm)
why you do that?
come on, mane
i just rolled another joint bigger
what’d you do that for, mane?
[?] bigger things guaranteed to keep my paper straight
come on, man
for real, mane
[chorus]
whole pound in my bag but i don’t think that i packed enough
don’t really speak about my past because i had it rough
don’t run up tryna hit my weed ’cause i ain’t passing none
tryna follow? then switch up your speed ’cause y’all ain’t fast enough
better watch how you talking to me ’cause y’all ain’t bad enough
n+ggas be wanting the number one stop, they always mad it’s us
whole room full of the pounds, walk into the trap and bag it up
a million off of the gas, end of the week i add it up
[verse 1]
mvp in the game, they looking at mе when it’s batter up
moving funny out herе, you looking real sweet, start manning up
i got a p in my book bag, another one right in the cut
talking about running a fade, so just like a barber, we lining ’em up
she was on my team but not anymore, she might’ve been cut
can’t even say my name or they at your door, you gotta be nuts
can’t even throw up my gang, just do it for sport, you gotta be us
can’t let you just be with the guys, you ain’t from the side, there gotta be trust
[chorus]
whole pound in my bag but i don’t think that i packed enough
don’t really speak about my past because i had it rough
don’t run up tryna hit my weed ’cause i ain’t passing none
tryna follow? then switch up your speed ’cause y’all ain’t fast enough
better watch how you talking to me ’cause y’all ain’t bad enough
n+ggas be wanting the number one stop, they always mad it’s us
whole room full of the pounds, walk into the trap and bag it up
a million off of the gas, end of the week i add it up
[verse 2]
i don’t be thinkin’ ’bout bad luck
i just be dreaming of lamb trucks
rolling up three or four gram joints
i’m ’bout to win this on game point
man, i been k!lling the game, boy
since a young n+gga had game boy
another milli i came for it
a hundred milli and ain’t toured
[?] talking really, they ain’t do it
took her out late night for dinner and ate good
their hating don’t get it in the way but they wish that it could
my engine in the back and yours under the hood
don’t say what’s understood
[chorus]
whole pound in my bag but i don’t think that i packed enough
don’t really speak about my past because i had it rough
don’t run up tryna hit my weed ’cause i ain’t passing none
tryna follow? then switch up your speed ’cause y’all ain’t fast enough
better watch how you talking to me ’cause y’all ain’t bad enough
n+ggas be wanting the number one stop, they always mad it’s us
whole room full of the pounds, walk into the trap and bag it up
a million off of the gas, end of the week i add it up
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