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(Ft Wiz Khalifa) I'm countin paper, rollin papers watchin time fly California grapes, I'm breakin fine wines Me i'm sky high, my bitch down to earth Money in the bank, weed roller in her purse And I ain't slackin on the job, my dog I been alert Been gettin cake, bank, Big numbers on the net so niggas show love And the diamonds on my neck should make these hoes trust. On the road, at the venue filled with model hoes College shows, smokin grade A honor roll Bad broad, light skin, hood niggas, white friends And I ain't gotta talk much, it's in your face Give me brain, cause she say she got expensive taste! Let her rub my tattoos, now she flyin Smokin zig zags too, nigga rap like crack so I Chorus: Whip it around, whip it around, come back hard! Whip it around, whip it around, come back hard! Whip it around, whip it around, come back hard! Whip it around, whip it around, come back hard! Thanks to Iulia |