Looking For Nipsey Songtext
von Wiz Khalifa

(I′m looking for Nipsey)
I know someone who need it
So I'm bringing it all with me, all with me
Claim she yours, when you leave
She′s sneaking and calling me, calling me
Money on the way, feel like I ain't make enough
Jets on the way, feel like I ain't take enough
Money on the way, feel like I ain′t make enough
Jets on the way, feel like I ain′t take enough

Big bag motherfucker walking into the room
With a big on him finna smoke everybody out
Good Khalifa Kush finna choke everybody out
Been a real motherfuckin' G, everybody not
Don′t talk money when you see me, boy, I got a lot
Flows, got plenty and respect, I got a lot
Keep my jar with me 'cause the kush I can′t be without
Got the game in a chokehold, I don't need a lot
Niggas like "Yo, Khalifa man" when they see me out


I be so high can′t even hear what you speaking 'bout
Blowing on kush so loud, blow the speakers out
Got a reputation, I suggest y'all watch your mouth
Know it′s my whip when you see it in the parking lot
Know it′s my shit when you hear it, you should spark it up
Know they ain't fucking with the kid
Nah, nigga, they ain′t hard as us
Y'all the shit falling off garbage truck

I don′t gotta light one up
Mine already lit, mine already lit, so
I don't gotta fire one up
I′m already lit, I'm already lit, you know
The checks keep coming, checks keep coming
The checks keep coming, checks keep coming
The checks keep coming, checks keep coming
The checks keep coming, checks keep coming

When I ride in, they like
"Is that a nigga on a horse and a bad bitch in a Porsche?"
They know my name 'cause I carried the torch
All weak shit get extorted
Might need a forklift, the bag I just made is too heavy
God damn, that′s a fortune
You can′t afford to live the life I live
Bring the whole thing back then I'm breaking down the portion


This shit get ugly like a sport gets
Get sticky, bitch niggas might forfeit
Real picky with my choices, this is for the chip
Sleep with one eye open, never sleep
If she humble then I gift her
Looking niggas crazy any time they don′t tip her
The lights in my chain the Big Dipper
This ain't a rent-a-yacht, I just seen Flipper

I actually do cuss a little
Do you? (Yeah) what′s your favorite curse word?
Probably "Fuck"

I don't gotta light one up
Mine already lit, mine already lit, so
I don′t gotta fire one up
I'm already lit, I'm already lit, you know
The checks keep coming, checks keep coming
The checks keep coming, checks keep coming
The checks keep coming, checks keep coming
The checks keep coming, checks keep coming

And that′s the bottom line
′Cause Young Khalifa Man said so
Can I get a "Hell yeah?"
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)