"'Bout Me" lyrics - WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA

"'Bout Me"

[Intro: Problem & Wiz Khalifa]
What? Yeah
Hahahahaha

[Chorus: Problem & Wiz Khalifa]
Worried 'bout a hater? Not me (What?)
Turnt to the max, no sleep (Yeah)
Smoked a hundred joints to the face
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say (What?)
Everything about me ('Bout me)
Everything about me ('Bout me)
Everything about me
Everything about me ('Bout me)
Everything about me ('Bout me, hahahahaha)
Everything about me (What?)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Rollin' (Rollin'), pockets swollen (Pockets swollen)
Ridin' in it (Ridin' in it) like its stolen (Like it's stolen)
Weeded (Weeded), hella conceited
If it ain't 'bout money, nigga, I don't need it (I don't need it)
Got a hundred grand in my ashtray (Ashtray)
Spend a hundred K on a bad day (Bad day)
And I'm tatted like a cholo
Nigga, act crazy, my dogs go loco (Loco)
Kush got me movin' slo-mo (Slo-mo)
With my nigga Problem, that's my bro-bro (Bro-bro)
Came in through the back door (Back door)
Ten mill this year on the low-low (Low-low)
And I'm still smokin' pre-rolleds (Pre-rolleds)
Cristal, done fucking with the Clicquot (Clicquot)
And my bank full of zeros (Zeros)
Young Wizzle get fly like a hero (Hero)

[Chorus: Problem & Wiz Khalifa]
Worried 'bout a hater? Not me (Hahahahaha, what?)
Turnt to the max, no sleep (Uh, yeah)
Smoked a hundred joints to the face
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say (Man)
Everything about me ('Bout me)
Everything about me ('Bout me)
Everything about me
Everything about me ('Bout me)
Everything about me ('Bout me)
Everything about me (What?)

[Verse 2: Problem]
Problem come with them hoes like a donut
Sold more weed than you yees ever smoked up
Dick make her choke up, like, for real
No rock, but I'm feeling like a mill off a pill
Door locked, we ain't lettin' all no more bros in (Bros in)
But fo' sho' we'll let y'all hoes in (Ha, hoes in)
'Cause when we pullin' money out they be lovin' it (Lovin' it)
Give her dick 'fore I give a bitch my government, what? (Government, what?)
That's eight, I got eight more (More)
Super-duper high, eighty-eighth floor (What?)
Unzip this, that's eight more (Yeah)
Fuck a pussy and fuck rhyming (What?)
We gon' live forever, fuck dying (Yeah)
Get it 'til I drop, fuck tryin' (Yeah)
Pedal to the metal, we flyin' (Whoa)
In the fast lane, yellin', "Diamond"

[Verse 3: IamSu!]
Yeah, everything about me
Young wild nigga, mouth full of gold teeth
Treatin' BAPE.com like a swap meet (Swap meet)
Going crazy on a bitch until she knock-kneed (Knock-kneed)
I'm in that hella fast whip, going top speed (Top speed)
Make a mess in that pussy and then she mop clean (Mop clean)
I drop racks and she drop jeans (Drop jeans)
Smoke green as I lean, top dropping (Dropping)
Nigga, I am all about a buck, falling out a truck
Prolly with some hoes that I just met, and yeah, they all gon' fuck
Got her man callin' up her homies, blowin' all 'em up
Trying to figure out where his girl is, she probably toasted (Toasted)
Huh? Like a champagne glass (Glass)
So much money that ain't a damn thing sad (Sad)
Do my damn thing in my campaign ad (Ad)
Let's get straight to it, don't let a damn thing pass
Nigga, what?