Wiz Khalifa feat. Curren$y – Prove It Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Prove It – Wiz Khalifa feat. Curren$y

She don’t like comin’ out the crib
I said baby girl that’s what where that money is
Two shots we gon’ sip
After this join we gon’ dip
Top down in my whip
Always with my b**ch
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin’
Go’n get some more

It’s levels to this s**t
I never met a b**ch
That roll it up and treat a n**ga better than you can
Say you tired of switch shifts
It ain’t about me, you ain’t interested

Come to your spot, them b**ches can’t fit
My spot on the throne soemwhere they can’t sit
When you be practicin’ girl, you can’t miss
Losin’ your spot, that’s somehin’ you can’t risk
You the female me, we the same s**t
You don’t be bringin’ me problems, you bring a b**ch
Peel her purse back and break her quick
They fall off if they can’t commit

Real player s**t
Drop the top hit the switch if they ain’t convinced
Been here for a while, sold you season
She get cash from you
But f**k with me for different reasons
Prove yourself

She don’t like comin’ out the crib
I said baby girl that’s what where that money is
Two shots we gon’ sip
After this join we gon’ dip
Top down in my whip
Always with my b**ch
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin’
Go’n get some more

More money than I can count
More weed than I can smoke
More cars than I can driνe
But still I want more
Got dollar sign eyes
Got a 63, got a 64 and I got a 65
Got a 62 and I’m lookin’ for a 61 right now
Top down on a 68 with like a ounce on me
Cheverlets bounce on streets
Down n**gas recognize OG
One the way to the back, Rolex watches
Saftey deposite boxes
No, we don’t talk to outsiders
We dress fly, fly private

Roll the carpet out when we land
My b**ch bad behind the mask
My hands on the ass, my mind on the stash
Her hand on the baby 9
Dawg, you better hope she don’t blast it
I don’t bring a bush, she crossed my path
Baby girl, nah, only bring me the cash
That’s what I asked, layin’ the pad
Open the bag, rollin’ up fast
Smokin’ ’em back to back
‘Til i get a call concernin’
Them stacks and then I’ma scram
She lookin’ mad, but she lookin’ good
So I’ma come back to smash
4 AM in the S-class
Park that b**ch right across the grass

She don’t like comin’ out the crib
I said baby girl that’s what where that money is
Two shots we gon’ sip
After this join we gon’ dip
Top down in my whip
Always with my b**ch
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin’
Go’n get some more…

➤ Written by Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
Album: Big Pimpin’
Produced by Mufasa
Wiz Khalifa | Curren$y | 2020

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