Artist: Wiz Khalifa f/ Berner, Juicy J Album: G.F.U. (S) Song: G.F.U. Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Wiz Khalifa] 24 from the hood and I made 11 million this year so I'm throwin up paper Got a bunch of niggas with me that done made it from the bottom gettin money all throwin up Taylor you can roll em out puff em I don't save it I stuff em I don't gotta chase money I'm good I'll bake the whole onion and replace it likes it's nothin a I'm talking straight cookies no oven And I'm smokin in public rich folks still love it He talkin he bluffin that's my chick she stuntin And my team is the wildest try and get high enough to see Mr Wallace Thumbs green like the malice this is for my youngins gettin steemed up in college If you seen all my closets so much style its like my stylist had a stylist And my crib like a palace Wizzle go hard like a callus [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa and Juicy J] [Wiz Khalifa] All we smoke is papers blowin hella flavors smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause we're Taylor'd [Juicy J] Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) [Juicy J] Cop a Pound come a pound roll a pound blow it down call a hoe it's goin down Juicy J from stoner town Originality where Mary Jane control the sound Blue Dream and Lean for all of those who knew the time Hash keef oils in the gas mask we doin numbers like its math class Match one nigga don't you know I'm match back Colors on the herb make the bud look abstract Smoke good cause I deserve it sour deisel got me swervin I'm swervin right up on the curbin Big bong rips got my chest hurtin Purp naps in the Marriott suite I wanna taste the weed but the swisher too sweet So make sure you know its only Taylor's if we meet If you get trippy mane you can't even choke a bean Blood came through and just dropped off a load And I ain't sellin shit everything gettin smoked Smoke when I get up smoke myself to sleep Taylor Gang bitch 10 pounds every week [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa] All we smoke is papers blowin hella flavors smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause we're Taylor'd [Juicy J] Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (fucked up) [Berner] Burn Ima rep for my city I'm on two blue pills and got the room smellin pissy Ask I tell her don't kiss me don't come up for air lost your bitch to the game fuck it life isn't fair I'm to chill 2 mil re-caught with my rap money Two or three pads bad bitches roll the planes for me Two strains that my new nickname cherry pound cookie all you see is a big flame Stunt grown man with a coat on trippy in a room full of girls with no clothes on Butta ya I love how I'm living I just left the night club I'm in bed with three women Too high too fly big belly cause I eat good Blew 30 grand on drinks I better sleep good Bag full of shit you prolly seen in my twitpics Hoodrich the only thing a stripper get is good dick Ya I'm so slow motion in an S class floatin hard to keep my eyes open A king pin I keep by weed by the elbow Skin all itchy tonight I'm drinkin yellow [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa] All we smoke is papers blowin hella flavors smokin till it's gone that's how we do it cause we're Taylor'd [Juicy J] Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up) Get high (get high) get fucked up (get fucked up)