Out in Space (feat. Quavo) Lyrics – Wiz Khalifa, Quavo
Singer: Wiz Khalifa, Quavo
Title: Out in Space (feat. Quavo)
Stackin my paper up, no I don’t make enough
All of these n#gg#s, I smoke when I’m waking up
No, I ain’t fake enough, money I’m raking up
Tell ’em I ain’t takin up, got ya girl baking up
Yo’ b#tch she making up, my crip I’m taking up
Pillow her face in there, whole lot of space in ’em
My car I’m racing it, crash and replacing it
Don’t put the basics in, smoking the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the bas#ment is
Real G’s moving silent, my n#gg#s are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don’t miss a plane
Stack everything at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin’ me paid
**** n#gg#s hate, guess that comes with the game
Got a new car and a bust down
I was down bad, but I’m up now
When I buff now loud, when I come ’round
And we just met, she in love now
I’m a straight player, I don’t cuff now
I get to the bag, got this run round
I’m on KK, I’ve been one pound
When I call the play, it’s a touchdown
I’ma beat it down money
Eat a pile of it, blowing strong and I even fly with it
Team that I’m with they don’t violate it
Got a man but she couldn’t hide it
Say she can’t get enough, late night I hit her up
Smoking not drinking so I’m ’bout to pick her up
Had me one roll, soon as her n#gg# left
Life and I choke or don’t let her get a breath
Stackin my paper up, no I don’t make enough
All of these n#gg#s, I smoke when I’m waking up
No, I ain’t fake enough, money I’m raking up
Tell ’em I ain’t takin up, got ya girl baking up
Yo’ b#tch she making up, my crip I’m taking up
Pillow her face in there, whole lot of space in ’em
My car I’m racing it, crash and replacing it
Don’t put the basics in, smoking the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the bas#ment is
Real G’s moving silent, my n#gg#s are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don’t miss a plane
Stack everything at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin’ me paid
**** n#gg#s hate, guess that comes with the game
(Quavo, woah)
Connect that with my cookie that’s what Huncho rolling up
Walk around take out this nut, kick out this double cup
Offset so crazy you might end up poled up (Poll ’em up)
Looking for your b#tch she asking for cuddle up
Circle is tight look like a huddle up
Trynna get right, your n#gg# double up (Double up)
I paid for the b#tch to go get a new tummy tuck
Can’t come in first we don’t remember runner ups
Walking the club with my mother****ing burner tux (Burner tux; Grah)
I am your leader your favorite achiever
I bought the biggest the private is cheaper
Quavo Huncho I’m trapping with Wiz Khalifa
Stackin my paper up, no I don’t make enough
All of these n#gg#s, I smoke when I’m waking up
No, I ain’t fake enough, money I’m raking up
Tell ’em I ain’t takin up, got ya girl baking up
Yo’ b#tch she making up, my crip I’m taking up
Pillow her face in there, whole lot of space in ’em
My car I’m racing it, crash and replacing it
Don’t put the basics in, smoking the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the bas#ment is
Real G’s moving silent, my n#gg#s are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don’t miss a plane
Stack everything at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin’ me paid
**** n#gg#s hate, guess that comes with the game
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