Wiz Khalifa – Priestly Business Lyrics

Priestly Business Lyrics by Wiz Khalifa

[Intro]
Answer me, you white looking bastard

[Chorus]
All this hustlin’ for all this paper
All these women ’round, and all these haters
Paper planes, everyday
Rollin’ up, wake and bake
All these cars that’s in my parking lot, which one’s my favorite?
Rollin’ up another one, then smoke one later
Laughin’ with my dawgs, we can’t believe we made it
Paper planes, everyday
Rollin’ up, wake and bake
I became the boss because the cops stopped [paid it?]

[Verse 1]
[Rollin’ blaze?], nowadays, everyone’s the same
Drop my top, catch some rays, goin’ through a phase
Lookin’ at the top spot, that’s where I wanna stay
Fillin’ ash trays, diamonds look like lemonade
Talk behind my back, but in my face they don’t play
Hella paid, [?] logos, side of my shades
Start off too fast, end up [spendin’?] outta your lane
So much gras goin’ in and outta my brain

[Pre-Chorus]
Got a [?] and my ash tray waitin’ (Every day)
Smokin’ anywhere my [?] any place (What you think?)
Never get down to my last when I make it (Always [stoned?])
To the point, I don’t even pass it [?] to the face

[Chorus]
All this hustlin’ for all this paper
All these women ’round, and all these haters
Paper planes, everyday
Rollin’ up, wake and bake
All these cars that’s in my parking lot, which one’s my favorite?
Rollin’ up another one, then smoke one later
Laughin’ with my dawgs, we can’t believe we made it
Paper planes, everyday
Rollin’ up, wake and bake
I became the boss because the cops [?] [paid it?]

[Verse 2]
Wanna let back [?], just chill
Wanna be with my real ones, that’s real
Wanna stand out, won’t ever fit in
Wanna make a hundred million bucks and do it again
Wanna spend some and save some for my kid
Want a bad bitch that I can teach to get rich
And we split it
Got a lotta dreams and a lotta time, so let’s get it

[Bridge]
Got a [?] and my ash tray waitin’ (Every day)
Smokin’ anywhere my [?] any place (What you think?)
Never get down to my last when I make it (Always [stoned?])
To the point, I don’t even pass it [?] to the face
[Interlude]
Big house, nice house, [?] out the hood, [?], so what?

[Chorus]
All this hustlin’ for all this paper
All these women ’round, and all these haters
Paper planes, everyday
Rollin’ up, wake and bake
All these cars that’s in my parking lot, which one’s my favorite?
Rollin’ up another one, then smoke one later
Laughin’ with my dawgs, we can’t believe we made it
Paper planes, everyday
Rollin’ up, wake and bake
I became the boss because the cops stopped [paid it?]