Never Been (Part II) Lyrics by Wiz Khalifa Ft. Amber Rose & Rick Ross
Hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it’s a lot
Really it’s not, to me, now grab some weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up, cause all these niggas slow
I prob’ly won’t be up in there if I ain’t got an O
Now I got my feet up cause I’m on top and niggas hoping that I stop
But I’m just smoking living life like in the movies that I watch
In my Jacuzzi roll another doobie
See what’s new what’s on Netflix, order another movie
See I’m smoking my best shit
Mo’fuckers ain’t balling, so they’re seeing the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I’m up next
Dawg I be going so hard, some say I’m needing some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs, it beat on my chest
And niggas talk but don’t even beat on them jets
Man they don’t even see them checks
But you tell her how I spit it, nigga I’ll be dead dough
Take her all the places that she ain’t even gone
[Hook: Amber Rose]
(Don’t give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I’ve never been, this far
And fuck that other shit that niggas talking about
I’ve never been, this high
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m in my grandnanny, smoking on that granddaddy
They got her older, like a motor running fantastic
Never the minor things, finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings, bought me designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves, moving like the mob
I’m getting money, so maybe baby come get a job
So fuck them other bitches, we onto other business
And fuck them other niggas, we at them dollar figures
Versace chains, go rollies, it’s same game
Racked up, shawty Rose bottles every day
Sipping that purple stuff, twisting the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari, this bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches, another crook in the castle
Only fuck with my niggas, pray that we all living lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
Hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it’s a lot
Really it’s not, to me, now grab some weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up, cause all these niggas slow
I prob’ly won’t be up in there if I ain’t got an O
Now I got my feet up cause I’m on top and niggas hoping that I stop
But I’m just smoking living life like in the movies that I watch
In my Jacuzzi roll another doobie
See what’s new what’s on Netflix, order another movie
See I’m smoking my best shit
Mo’fuckers ain’t balling, so they’re seeing the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I’m up next
Dawg I be going so hard, some say I’m needing some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs, it beat on my chest
And niggas talk but don’t even beat on them jets
Man they don’t even see them checks
But you tell her how I spit it, nigga I’ll be dead dough
Take her all the places that she ain’t even gone
[Hook: Amber Rose]
(Don’t give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I’ve never been, this far
And fuck that other shit that niggas talking about
I’ve never been, this high
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m in my grandnanny, smoking on that granddaddy
They got her older, like a motor running fantastic
Never the minor things, finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings, bought me designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves, moving like the mob
I’m getting money, so maybe baby come get a job
So fuck them other bitches, we onto other business
And fuck them other niggas, we at them dollar figures
Versace chains, go rollies, it’s same game
Racked up, shawty Rose bottles every day
Sipping that purple stuff, twisting the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari, this bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches, another crook in the castle
Only fuck with my niggas, pray that we all living lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
I pray we all living so lavish