歌曲名 Garage Talk(Clean)

歌手名 Wiz Khalifa+Curren$y

作词：Curren$y+Eric Dan+Eric Dan+Wiz Khalifa

作曲：Curren$y+Eric Dan+Eric Dan+Wiz Khalifa

Uh

I just got the off a plane

6 car garage I got more than 1 job

Be a boss go hard

Wake up smelling when I yawn

Shorty wanna with the king tired of them pawns

Ain't on the top well that's nonsense

Bank account full of g's so that's all you gon' get

Tsa know my face so they don't trip

Chain frost big that I'm with don't give me no lip

We done touch m's now we on to billions

Hard to explain how these new rugs feeling

Blow my up in high ceilings

Having meetings at the crib confidential dealings

And I ain't gotta tell you who the realest is

That's my spitta foreign cooked chef

And where the kitchen is

Money straight where my business is

And the girls with me

So I'm always where the es is

Kid

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I see all the sexy mami's in here

Hey ayy wiz I smell you up here too

Make sure you pass that kk to the dj booth

Aw here comes spitta on them gold bbs

Yep swung through gold bbs and the spoiler kit

1986 slinging that

They want the family price on them bricks

But I just had a son and I only love him

So I ain't coming down on the price

Ain't no where else you gon' get this nice

Got white air force nikes

Bought k-swisses for all my es

Put hightop troops on all my shooters

Pour the goose down jack it from the booster

Shootouts on the roof racing in them coupes

She wore the gucci frames with the door knocker hoops

And the lying mother er tell you I ain't the truth

Rich uncle come through pop the truck pull the duffel

Lay the merchandise out get the loot mother er

East side real show ya how to hustle

Outside put the ing chevrolet's on the bumper

If it don't hop park that

That ain't no low rider that's a rollin' imposter

Put the stocks on fool quit playing like you out here

2009 all kind of high

High fly handfuls on the moon trying to drive

It's a stoned duo solid gold jewel though

Kicked the out that game and now she won't go

Ladies if you ain't go your own drinks

You gotta get out the section

You heard my man spitta

Fellas raise your glasses

Tip your bartenders

And make sure you take that

We bout to ride out

Jet life taylor gang ow