Chevy Woods, Wiz Khalifa - Napkins Lyrics

I need my mother fuckin keys, who the
Hold on, Bitch you got my keys
Gimme them shit's
Oh now I’m ready, start my mother fuckin car
Yeah, spark one up big Jerm!

I’m getting faded while I drive
Got your bitch up in my ride
Smoke up in the car
And it's leather all inside
I’m, playin old school pimpin, got
Yo bitch wit me
Bad swag homie and we trippin

’67 Impala, that’s with a lot of work
My bitch want her hair to blow
So I'mma need a vert it’s never a drought
Never in need of the work
I see you pussies from a far
In need of a skirt
You know I ride playing old school pimpin
Got your bitch with me homie, oh
That’s why you trippin
Well let me get my luggage
That costs bout your budget
She say I can fuck it
Start the juice like Nantucket
She doin things for me that she
Don’t do when you around
Prince of the city two? Bust her down
Alaskan sports yeah that’s cold game
She doin what she doin, I don know her name
(haha)
But you say that that’s your girlfriend
Give her tornado got her caught
Up in my whirlwind
You know I got the juice no bishop
Though, red cup sip it slow, ho

I’m getting faded while I drive
Got your bitch up in my ride
Smoke up in the car
And it's leather all inside
I’m, playin old school pimpin, got
Yo bitch wit me
Bad swag homie and we trippin

I be with some hippy niggas, trippy niggas
Always smoking with these niggas
If you got a zone the numbers to
My phone then hit me nigga
Flashy niggas leaving rental cars filled
Up with ashes nigga
Get a joint, roll it, light it
Hit it twice and pass it nigga
Famous niggas at the party, smell some weed
And blame us niggas
You be with some smokin on and don’t
Know what the name is niggas
I be with the gangest niggas, pound of weed
A gang of bitches
Standing on the couch just drinkin
Out the bottle takin pictures (yeah)
And my card ain't got no limit
And my audemar is sickening ho
I got it so I spend it
On the first class flight
But I roll private in a minute
What you want I prolly got it
Tryna do I prolly did it (uhh)
And my gang’s so wit it
You niggas actin like bitches
Emotional, usually smoke one for you
Haters, but right now, i’m smoking two

I’m getting faded while I drive
Got your bitch up in my ride
Smoke up in the car
And it's leather all inside
I’m, playin old school pimpin, got
Yo bitch wit me
Bad swag homie and we trippin