Wiz Khalifa, Skilla Baby - RN Check

What? 20-hour flight to India just got walked down (walked down) She throw it back, she make it clap, I'ma need more rounds (more rounds) Give you ten racks, sit on my lap, that's a first down (first down) Fuck a famous nigga, get you a bust down (bust down) Bad bitch, couple friends, my crib, both are ten Weed lit, must be twins (must be twins) Keep more than one in the bed, don't give a fuck what they sayin' I'm 'bout the money, that's that Got tats, got dreads Got stacks, got bands Got packs, got plants She clap, no hands (no hands) Low-key, she a fan, bro think he Durant (I'm on the phone) I ain't even land Keep on askin' for the price like he need an answer Shorty got a lot of ass, I think she a dancer (dancer) Want smoke? Bring a O in Got no opps, but I'm with some strippers So my new house got some poles in it (poles in it) Fine shit only, bend it over, touch her toesies My lil' cousin by the stove with a gun and a Rollie (and a Rollie) HDR (HDR), you gotta show me (gotta show me) Don't call me unc' (don't call me unc'), I'm big homie All the bad bitches want a street nigga with a gun on him Brought it with me in the club 'cause I know the club owner Gettin' money feel good, don't it? You really like her? Spend a dub on her I can tell that ass real 'cause she let me rub on it I fuck good, and I smell good, come hug on me (huh) Real nigga, check (check) Fresh as fuck, check (check) Keep my bitch in check (check) She know I'm up a check (a check) I fuck good, check (check) Ooh, and that boy can dress too (check) Love a bitch with tattoos (check) Get money a real mood (huh) My bitch cold, I touchdown in her end zone My first job was a pound of weed and a flip phone That gun boring, put a switch on it When it's real smoke, cut that Wiz on Ay, cut that Wiz on, these niggas say they want smoke We 'bout to go slide on 'em I know these niggas want my spot I'm with a bad bitch on a yacht They want me to crash out, but I'm not Just got in a bang-out with the opps I got the yay', I'm sittin' in the spot I take it way, way too far But my lil' young bitch a new car I got a brand-new Audemar Don't gotta prove shit, I'm rich I'm in the stoley with a switch Shouldn't be doin' this, I'm a star Niggas like me, I raised the bar I'm really way, way too up I'm really way, way too up None of my opps gon' catch up I'm doin' way, way too much Overly way, way too up This shit gettin' way, way too deep I'm like Dwyane Wade with the Heat These niggas way, way too sweet I'm really too swift on my feet I got a famous bitch on her knees I got a good girl rollin' weed I got a hotel by the beach All the bad bitches want a street nigga with a gun on him Brought it with me in the club 'cause I know the club owner Gettin' money feel good, don't it? You really like her? Spend a dub on her I can tell that ass real 'cause she let me rub on it I fuck good, and I smell good, come hug on me (huh) Real nigga, check (check) Fresh as fuck, check (check) Keep my bitch in check (check) She know I'm up a check (a check) I fuck good, check (check) Ooh, and that boy can dress too (check) Love a bitch with tattoos (check) Get money a real mood (mood)