DJ Drama, Wiz Khalifa, T.I., Symba - No Weakness Lyrics

Let me explain somethin' to you
When I say I'm really like that
What I mean is
I'm the culture (Gangsta)
What I've continuously given to the game
This shit can't be duplicated
I'm one of one (uh)
DJ Drama

Poppin', I came here to get it poppin'
I fuck her, don't take her shoppin'
That money, I got a lot, that car, it ain't got no top
These niggas ain't got no bitches, that's why they hatin' a lot
My 6-4 got switches, I pull up and make 'em stop (uh)
They call me Young Khalifa (uh)
The one to fuck but don't call her 'cause I don't fuckin' need her (need her)
Don't need niggas to show me love 'cause I don't love 'em neither (neither)
Don't let politics intervene, I get my money and leave
I hear 'em talk, but they don't want it wit' me (wit' me)
I fuck her after my shows, send her to unc' and then she comin' with me
Don't even have to give her number to me
See all my niggas livin' comfortably, roll some weed and puff it with me
You want some frequent flyer, I'll be your supplier
Let's smoke a paper plane, shorty, let's get higher
These bitches sellin' pussy, but I ain't the buyer
Taylor Gang, my attire
I'm living life like The Wire
If she ain't fuckin', she fired (Khalifa, man)

I don't care how many times I gotta prove myself (uh, hahaha)
That's what I come here for
Them niggas not built like us (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Tip, holla at 'em (hey)

Ain't no accident, it's the demolition man
Burn a match and set a fire to your minivan
Go to war with any man, you could get a chance
Anybody get it, young'n spinnin' like a ceiling fan (get 'em)
Connect you with a brick of the tan on the love
Or I can get you the best lawyer when you ran into the fuzz
And get you good when you in the city (yeah)
You want a buzz, I'll get you drugs
You want a bitch fur coat, I can get you hers
What you negotiate matter, it ain't 'bout what you deserve
Them niggas curvin' hoes and servin' hoes
But not with every ho they know will go
And go again, Atlanta peaches and they foreign friend
They be goin' in, ain't gotta lure 'em in
Sheesh, so fuck shit, better go on with it
Paper on me at all times like I was born with it
Anybody get it and everybody fuckin' with it
Most iconic out of my motherfuckin' city, nigga (Symba)

Out in Miami, pullin' yachts off the dock (yeah)
Barely watch my watch 'cause this money come 'round the clock (yeah)
I got a few haters, but they too broke to be opps
Tryna juggle all these women, I'm starting feel like my pops (ayy)
Walkin' out of Nobu, put Gracie Hunt' in the drop
I'm with the block, we turned the Hollywood Hills into ante up (facts)
These keyboard killas been constantly takin' shots
But my dawgs will put a hole in your steppers like they was crocs
These hoes back in they feelings, so what? I'm back on my grind (yeah)
Where was you bitches at when your bread was longer than mine? (Where were you?)
I used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn't decline (ayy)
But God ain't always answer my prayers to send a sign (amen)
The Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds
The crib got heated marble floors, I'm doin' fine
Forever about a dime, I promise I had to climb
I ain't even hit my prime, I told you niggas results take time

Haha, you niggas talkin' 'bout flowers
Nigga, I been gettin' bouquets by the truckload recently
And I'm far from satisfied
Oh, yeah
My foot is on you niggas' necks
And you can feel it, haha
Let's dance, nigga

(Gangsta Grizzillz)