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  • 作词 : Wiz Khalifa
    作曲 : Wiz Khalifa
    Cool Blue
    Ice, Things never looked this nice [Verse 1]
    It's the life we live, it's the price we pay 400 a zip, imperial rose
    Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless,
    Vow to never break your heart or a promise
    I got us Ain't a show off, just being honest
    You wanna sip mimosas,
    I'll pour em
    Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars
    Other ******* you heard about em
    But you're moving forward and never backwards
    Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice
    Love to role play, you studying to be an actress
    What the haps is,
    I'ma call you later then
    I'll fall through
    Maybe we can all get faded
    And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it
    Self made
    G millionaire in the making
    Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon
    Ya ***** fallin off you need a replacement,
    Face it Now you drunk and your heart's racin [Hook]
    Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle
    Girl you look good, you remind me of a model
    Ooh yeah, yeah..
    Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
    So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow
    Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle
    Ooh yeah, yeah..
    Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah [Verse 2]
    The money come in, the money go
    The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes
    So I keep it
    G, continually stack this paper
    While all them ******* chase me
    Won't be a ?? safety
    ***** can't hold her self down
    Then she bound to drizz out
    We party in
    Vegas, Smokin'
    Pina Colada papers
    Travel the world, people know what our face is
    Waitress, bringin em by the cases
    For me and my real ******, we not in the matrix
    I'm talkin plane s*it, that s*it you have to join the gang wit
    Can probably make you leave your man
    For first class living, taking pictures in the sand 100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to
    Japan So you rollin' if you know like
    I know Them ****** don't go where
    I go Gangsta [Hook] [Verse 3]
    Ok Mami, I ***** wit you borderline stuck wit you
    I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you
    Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you
    No respect for ****** who smoke blunts wit you
    All wins,
    No loss Big house, mowed lawn
    No lease, owned cars
    Straight work,
    I'm my own boss [Hook]
  • 作词 : Wiz Khalifa
    作曲 : Wiz Khalifa
    Cool Blue
    Ice, Things never looked this nice [Verse 1]
    It's the life we live, it's the price we pay 400 a zip, imperial rose
    Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless,
    Vow to never break your heart or a promise
    I got us Ain't a show off, just being honest
    You wanna sip mimosas,
    I'll pour em
    Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars
    Other ******* you heard about em
    But you're moving forward and never backwards
    Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice
    Love to role play, you studying to be an actress
    What the haps is,
    I'ma call you later then
    I'll fall through
    Maybe we can all get faded
    And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it
    Self made
    G millionaire in the making
    Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon
    Ya ***** fallin off you need a replacement,
    Face it Now you drunk and your heart's racin [Hook]
    Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle
    Girl you look good, you remind me of a model
    Ooh yeah, yeah..
    Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
    So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow
    Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle
    Ooh yeah, yeah..
    Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah [Verse 2]
    The money come in, the money go
    The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes
    So I keep it
    G, continually stack this paper
    While all them ******* chase me
    Won't be a ?? safety
    ***** can't hold her self down
    Then she bound to drizz out
    We party in
    Vegas, Smokin'
    Pina Colada papers
    Travel the world, people know what our face is
    Waitress, bringin em by the cases
    For me and my real ******, we not in the matrix
    I'm talkin plane s*it, that s*it you have to join the gang wit
    Can probably make you leave your man
    For first class living, taking pictures in the sand 100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to
    Japan So you rollin' if you know like
    I know Them ****** don't go where
    I go Gangsta [Hook] [Verse 3]
    Ok Mami, I ***** wit you borderline stuck wit you
    I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you
    Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you
    No respect for ****** who smoke blunts wit you
    All wins,
    No loss Big house, mowed lawn
    No lease, owned cars
    Straight work,
    I'm my own boss [Hook]