Decisions

作曲：Wiz Khalifa

作词：Wiz Khalifa

I hear it all the time (all the time)

About it all (about it all)

Why they talk?

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

All that cake (all that cake)

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Uh, uh, uh

New **, new week

She take it off, bonus

Hair long, tatted on her back

I get up first class flight to where my show is

Smoke **, don't smoke **

Catch contact, get drunk

Let me hit once, ** come back

Ballin', can't he control it?

Don't have to text, don't even call it

My name is on it

I ** her good then make that Uber call 6 in the morning

I told her I don't need no pills, these J's I'm rollin'

Feelin' my car, she feelin' my chain

Her ** look so soft, I'm feelin' that thing

Ride with a ** that'll put you up under some game

Why would you ** with another **?

That's somethin' you should say

Came at the same time, I mean both ways

We ain't even hardly know each other names

But now I'm on my sixth ring or somethin'

But now I'm on my 200,000th plane or somethin'

But now you could say I'm livin' like Rick James or somethin'

Insane 'cause it spit flames when I switch lanes, I'm stuntin'

Big bank, no loose change, I do things

Champagne me, LA me

Supper club throwin' dough, no Rayme

50 deep in VIP, TGOD

Your ** remind me of this ink, she all on me

I'm gone, I'm rockin' KK cologne

I think these **es tryna ** me, so I'm takin' 'em home

Take what I do inside today and put it straight in the zone

I get a nug about a pound and put it straight in the bowl

I'ma stay real, I'ma stay high

I'ma stay ready, I'ma stay in or a mistake

Count 'til my thumbs hurt, smoke 'til my lungs hurt

What another man say?

I know my own worth

Handle business with my real **s like a real **

And it's real business, all business, no hard feelings

All my dogs got they all in it

Hard to get along with us

Call it Kush & Clark, goddamn it kick strong

Rollie on my arm, fake **s y'all really don't appeal to a real **