Bout Me - Wiz Khalifa, Iamsu!, Problem

Worried bout a hater?

Not me

Turnt to the max, no sleep

Smoke a hundred joints to the face

Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me

Rollin', pockets swollen

Ridin' in it, like its stolen

Weeded, hella conceited

If it ain’t about money nigga I don’t need it

Got a hundred grand in my ashtray

Spend a hundred k on a bad day

And I’m tatted like a cholo

Nigga act crazy my dogs go loco

Kush got me movin' slo-mo

With my nigga Problem that’s my bro-bro

Came in through the back door

Ten mill this year on the low-low

And I’m still smokin' pre-rolleds

Cristal, done fucking with the Clicquot

And my bank full of zeros

Young Wizzle get fly like a hero

Worried bout a hater?

Not me

Turnt to the max, no sleep

Smoke a hundred joints to the face

Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me

Rollin' through with them hoes like a donut

Sold more weed than you?

ever smoked up

Dick make her choke up, like a real?

Got me feeling like a mill, off a pill door locked

We ain’t lettin' all no more bros in

But fo' sho' we’ll let y’all hoes in

Cause when we pullin' money out they be lovin' it

Give her dick 'fore I give a bitch my government

Just ate, I got eight more

Super duper high, eighty-eighth floor

Unzip this, that’s eight more

Fuck a pussy and fuck rhyming

We gon' live forever, fuck dying

Get it 'til I drop, fuck tryin'

Pedal to the metal, we flyin'

In the fast lane, yellin' Diamond

Worried bout a hater?

Not me

Turnt to the max, no sleep

Smoke a hundred joints to the face

Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me

Everything about me

Young wild nigga, mouth full of gold teeth

Treatin' like a swap meet

Going crazy on a bitch until she knock-kneed

I’m in a hella fast whip going top speed

Make a mess in that pussy and then she mop clean

I drop racks and she drops jeans

Smoke green as I lean, top dropping

Nigga I am all about a buck falling out a truck

Prolly with some hoes that I just met and yeah, they all gon' fuck

Got her man callin' up her homies, blowin' all em up

Tryna figure out which his girl is, she probably toasted

Like a champagne glass

So much money that ain’t a damn thing sad

Do my damn thing in my campaign add

Let’s get straight to it, don’t let a damn thing pass

Nigga what?

Worried bout a hater?

Not me

Turnt to the max, no sleep

Smoke a hundred joints to the face

Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me (bout me)

Everything about me