WIZ KHALIFA - Phone Numbers lyrics

Wiz Khalifa with “Phone Numbers” is a new song by Wiz Khalifa. This is included on the rapper's latest mixtape "Cabin Fever" which was released online on February 17th, 2011.


Phone Numbers lyrics

I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl
You think she my newest bitch, she my old girl
Khalifa, a younger n-gga who handle his
Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is
Boss sh*t, look that up n-gga, I handle biz
On fire, like a candle is
N-ggas be dressing off the manikin
Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them camera’s is
Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish friends
Coulda been the President, rather be the man instead

[Hook]
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin’ like phone numbers
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin’ like phone numbers
(You can talk sh*t bitch, I’m worth a million)
I’m talkin’ millions, n-gga I’m talkin’ millions
(You can talk sh*t bitch, I’m worth a million)
I’m talkin’ millions, n-gga I’m talkin’ millions

Time 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, n-gga I’m talkin’ millions
(You can talk sh*t bitch, I’m worth a million)
I’m talkin’ millions, n-gga I’m talkin’ millions
(You can talk sh*t bitch, I’m worth a million, whaaaaaat)


[Trae Tha Truth - Verse 2]
I’m in the hood (?)on this something corner surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I’m polar surfing
Blowing faces, I’m sh*ttin’ on them diamond infested
Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my time is invested
I’m still the king and I’m thugged out
Any block any club I flood it out
I aint the one for competition I’ma blow it out
I’m going hard I don’t ever plan on going out
I’m getting money, probably something you don’t know about
I stunt hard, you would swear that I was showin’ out
Don’t tell me get ‘em, I got em and I’mma throw ‘em out
And back door on these hoes that I was warning out
While I’m in this machine, convert the top
Tell them that the sky is the limit
With a four of freaks, she got her face in my lap so deep you would think
That she was hiding in it

[Hook]

[Big Sean]
Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta
Real sh*t boi, these n-ggas imposters
They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh my God sir, what?
I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeh
Countin’ 7 digits, no wonder why the money calling
Got ya bitch panties Niagra fallin’
Dollars cum like I f-ck in the bank
I told them I could, they tell me I can’t
They want me to trip when I’m d-cking the paint
I’m poppin’ champagne and puffin’ on dank
Shining hard, boy, these n-ggas gotta see me
My d-ck hard, your bitch is easy
(boi, boi, boi)

[Hook]


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