Phone Numbers

Phone Numbers Lyrics

Song Phone Numbers
Artist Wiz Khalifa
Album Cabin Fever
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I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl
You think she my newest ******, she my old girl
Khalifa, a younger ****** who handle his
Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is
Boss ******t, look that up my ******,
I handle biz
On fire, like a candle is
******s be dressing off the mannequin
Hmm, and I get fresh like where them camera's is?
Better yet sandwiches, bad ******
Spanish friends
Could of been the
President, rather be the man instead[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
Now when I get paid, my checks be looking like phone numbers
Now when I get paid, my checks be looking like phone numbers(You can talk ******t ******, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, ******
I'm talking millions(You can talk ******t ******, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, ******
I'm talking 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 talking millions, ******
I'm talking millions(You can talk ******t ******, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, ******
I'm talking millions(You can talk ******t ******, I'm worth a million, what?)[Verse 2 - Trae Tha Truth]
I'm in the hood off this something that's corner surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving,
I'm polar surfing
Blowing faces,
I'm ******tting on them diamond infested
Time is money, peep the wrist ******, my time is invested
I'm still the king and
I'm thugged out
Any block, any club,
I flood it out
I ain't 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 showing out
Don't tell me get them,
I got them and
I'ma throw them 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 she was hiding in it[Chorus][Verse 3 - Big Sean]
Shrimp, steak, liquor, and pasta
Real ******t boy, these ******s imposters
They deserve a
Oscar, Kevin
CostnerOh my
God sir, what?
I got this and that and everything
I want like
I got a hostage, yeah
Counting seven digits, no wonder why the money calling
Got your ****** panties
Niagara falling
Dollars come like
I ****** in the bank
I told them
I could, they tell me
I can'tThey want me to trip when
I'm ducking the paint
I'm popping champagne, and puffing on dank
******ning hard, boy, these ******s got to see me
My ****** hard, your ****** is easy[Chorus]
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