Wiz Khalifa - Phone Numbers Lyrics
(feat. Trae Tha Truth and Big Sean)[Verse 1:]I cop me one, cop me one for my old girlYou think she my newest *****, she my old girlKhalifa, a younger nigga who handle hisHoes get in my car, ask what the channel isBoss shit, look that up nigga, I handle bizOn fire, like a candle isNiggas be dressing off the manikinHmmm, and I get fresh like where them camera's isBetter yet sandwiches, bad ***** Spanish friendsCoulda been the President, rather be the man instead[Hook:]Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' like phone numbersNow when I get paid, my checks be lookin' like phone numbers(You can talk shit *****, I'm worth a million)I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millions(You can talk shit *****, I'm worth a million)I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millionsTime is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millions(You can talk shit *****, I'm worth a million)I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' millions(You can talk shit *****, I'm worth a million, whaaaaaat)[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]I'm in the hood [?] on this something corner surfingFloat, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm polar surfingBlowing faces, I'm shittin' on them diamond infestedTime is money, peep the wrist *****, my time is investedI'm still the king and I'm thugged outAny block any club I flood it outI ain't the one for competition I'm a blow it outI'm going hard I don't ever plan on going outI'm getting money, probably something you don't know aboutI stunt hard, you would swear that I was showin' outDon't tell me get 'em, I got em and I'm a throw 'em outAnd back door on these hoes that I was warning outWhile I'm in this machine, convert the topTell them that the sky is the limitWith a four of freaks, she got her face in my lap so deep you would thinkThat she was hiding in it[Hook][Verse 3: Big Sean]Shrimp, steak, liquor and pastaReal shit boi, these niggas impostersThey deserve an Oscar, Kevin CostnerOh my God sir, what?I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yehCountin' 7 digits, no wonder why the money callingGot ya ***** panties Niagra fallin'Dollars cum like I ***** in the bankI told them I could, they tell me I can'tThey want me to trip when I'm dicking the paintI'm poppin' champagne and puffin' on dankShining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see meMy dick hard, your ***** is easy(Boi, boi, boi)[Hook]
