in return is the money I earn an the life I live (life I live) I'm so gone yes I burn after rollin' (after rollin') And float ooon an float oooon an float
at And I'm addicted to champagne Fuck the room, we buy the hallway Bitches I Taylor Gang that They just wanna know where the planes at What's this? Burn after
one way to gooooo Now they cop the mixtapes n watch my videosss Maybe cause I got bars like a seriallllllllll... code Louie pouch full of pre-rolled
: I met you through your best friend I was on the roll and you said I sing all your favorite songs My room was in the west inn Drive was even close Be
nigga He ain't rich I heard he really broke I would get on a song And talk as bad as I can Bout how I wish I'd catch him slippin' How his mixtapes don
to Mars. We can party I'm a put some Jordan shorts on Roll joints and play some old school songs. Amazed on how it's so easily roll hate niggas wanna
up with your nigga tryna fit me in your plans, tell em your a fan, now your at my crib use ta like my music now hes saying fuck young wiz an that's how
: Pop champagne, roll some weed up We in a slow game, I brung the speed up High octane, hella inked up Bird or plane, u prolly seen us Made a lil change
: [Chorus:] I'm Young Khalifa I'm Young I'm Young Khlaifa I'm Young I'm Young Khlaifa I'm Young I'm Young Khlaifa I'm Young I'm Young Khlaifa I'm Young
On, I'm On, I'm On I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, [Chorus:] Shawty Make Me Feel Like
I'm doing numbers so take it on the chin. The top is a [?], so it's hard to see what I'm eatin'. Going on retreats and rolling sweets while I'm tweetin
: [Verse1:] Okaay And they say don't say it less you mean it Back when I was young I say I will be the one People say they couldn't see it But on the
t it? Smokin' chronic and drinkin' gin 'Til we get sick stomached And them suckas ain't gotta like it 'Cause ya bitch love it I'm a roll it She gon' light
fit I don't need belts, still spending grams just to hold up my pants Tats in my skin, neck face in my hands O-Z's on the road, kush roll when I land
niggaz rather see me somewhere on the floor then the ceiling of this thing But I can give a damn what a little nigga think I pop more champagne, peel another sweet Catch Wiz
m gon bake it But I never sold it More like a weed tota, mota rolla Nextel chirpa Your girl is a slurpa, but you don' know it Young Wiz told me, he put
on you, that you didn't even know was there. Let me introduce myself, they call me Young Khalifa man. (okaayyy) Young Khalifa man, call me Young Khalifa
: Yeah Don't Don't Damn Don't leave, cause your my oxygen without you I won't breathe Your everything I want, need, for you I wear my heart on a short