Crazy - Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods

10−4, am I coming through clear?

Just give me about a month or two

And I’ll be right there

Trying to avoid police in riot gear

Heavyweight cash and you just a light, yeah

I got a Buzz that’s with no light, year

You couldn’t even walk in these shoes right here

And you acting like you don’t see all this

Like «aw shit!

Look at his stones they flawless»

And the bitch that I’m with She gorgeous

I see your giant money, mine’s enormous

Don’t even trip, when I’m out I be very gone

My pockets fat like the

Head on Barry Bonds.

You sit and chill

Stack it up for a rainy day, a nigga

Like me gotta pay to play.

When I was

Getting it minor they didn’t have shit to say

Now they scream cause I get it in a major way

I see your hands on my paper right

I tell em hold on

She see all this and wanna stay the night

Haven’t felt like this in so long

She said she wanna ride with a G

So hop up in my passenger, girl

And we could be gone — don’t ask yourself

Cause you’re not

Taylor stripes like Adidas

So these girls go wild like Mardis Gras

All my pimp shit so my pink show

When I’m sippin slow.

High chance

That those people coming, so I’m getting low

They all talk, they getting dull

Who cooking the pie?

Sweet

Potato on the tre eight, you living to die

On some OG Bobby Johnson, South Central shit

Nigga tell me who you really fuckin with?

It’s the bread man, cash top

Dead man, from the city where you need a

Bulletproof headband, go go Gadget

The money’s stretching long

Cash in plastic cause I get it on

What you flick?

That’s diamond Zig Zag money

And what I get?

Can’t fit it in the bag, dummy

Don’t ask yourself, cause you’re not

EZ Wider twisting, easy Prada slip-ins

Niggas tellin' me I look like Eazy

Probably cause it’s easy for em

I’m bobbin and weaving on em, Ali and Foreman

All of my niggas ballin, got TGOD across em

Money counting, my dollars got no creases on em

My weed is awesome, paid the cost

Now they calling me the boss man

«You should be more like Khalifa»

That’s what their boss saying

But they ain’t out of style

These niggas off-brand

Off land, 30,000 feet up rolling weed up

Trying to kill a track I told Jones

So we cut the beat up

These niggas ain’t heard the best of me

Say she a fan, her nigga thinks she wants me sexually

Ho, get your man!

I’m out here

Getting this, spinning this, spitting

The illest shit you ever heard in your life

Thinking to yourself «short be killing shit»

Nigga, I murder it twice!

My money is right!

And when my champagne come, they serve it on ice

This the life!