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Wiz Khalifa - The Code Lyrics

Cash in the bag, twirl up hash
Blue in the count and I pulled out the mask
Weed and repeat, up all night
Cash always leak, got hoes all tight
Live and we burn, grind and you earn
Bitch I'm on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin' up money, flippin' it too
Y'all ain't heard of me but the Benjamin's do
I'm bouncin' through the club like Tyga
I'mma hit the dope, I'mma hit the liquor
Nigga get wrong, I'mma hit a nigga
Take a nigga bitch home and I'mma hit her

Reppin' Tgod, all these diamonds on me
Passin' every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor,
Little homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.

Reppin' Tgod, all these diamonds on me
Passin' every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor,
Little homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.

Bitch I'm Taylored and me a whole cup from the same cloth
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain't safe and I'm comin' for the spot
Snatchin' all bricks, bitch I'm coming for the top
Put a run up on trip have a run up in the shots
Queen Roe, come see nothin' but the gwap wuddup

All my money, Imma get it
Soon as I get it, Imma spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin' that marijuana in it
Takin' the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin' it smokin' it all to me ain't no savin' it
Fuck with them pods plus seeds so no shakin' it

Uh, fuck these niggas they ain't really 'bout that
Look I know who these niggas, these niggas all rap
What they know about nights that they never come back
But he two shot now shells all in the mac
On the top will never see none of it I fall back
7-11 homie don't get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam you know I rep that
And we gettin' bake on anywhere the bread at

Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
That's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Little homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.