Out in Space Lyrics – Wiz Khalifa Ft. Quavo
Stackin my paper up, no I don’t make enough
All of these niggas, I smoke when I’m waking up
No, I ain’t fake enough, money I’m raking up
Tell ’em I ain’t takin up, got ya girl baking up
Yo’ bitch she making up, my crip I’m taking up
Pillow her face in there, whole lot of space in ’em
My car I’m racing it, crash and replacing it
Don’t put the basics in, smoking the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real G’s moving silent, my niggas are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don’t miss a plane
Stack everything at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin’ me paid
Fuck niggas hate, guess that comes with the gameGot a new car and a bust down
I was down bad, but I’m up now
When I buff now loud, when I come ’round
And we just met, she in love now
I’m a straight player, I don’t cuff now
I get to the bag, got this run round
I’m on KK, I’ve been one pound
When I call the play, it’s a touchdown
I’ma beat it down money
Eat a pile of it, blowing strong and I even fly with it
Team that I’m with they don’t violate it
Got a man but she couldn’t hide it
Say she can’t get enough, late night I hit her up
Smoking not drinking so I’m ’bout to pick her up
Had me one roll, soon as her nigga left
Life and I choke or don’t let her get a breathStackin my paper up, no I don’t make enough
All of these niggas, I smoke when I’m waking up
No, I ain’t fake enough, money I’m raking up
Tell ’em I ain’t takin up, got ya girl baking up
Yo’ bitch she making up, my crip I’m taking up
Pillow her face in there, whole lot of space in ’em
My car I’m racing it, crash and replacing it
Don’t put the basics in, smoking the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real G’s moving silent, my niggas are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don’t miss a plane
Stack everything at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin’ me paid
Fuck niggas hate, guess that comes with the game(Quavo, woah)
Connect that with my cookie that’s what Huncho rolling up
Walk around take out this nut, kick out this double cup
Offset so crazy you might end up polled up (Poll ’em up)
Looking for your bitch she asking for cuddle up
Circle is tight look like a huddle up
Trynna get right, your nigga double up (Double up)
I paid for the bitch to go get a new tummy tuck
Can’t come in first we don’t remember runner ups
Walk in the club with my motherfucking burner tux (Burner tux; Grah)
I am your leader your favorite achiever
I bought the biggest the private is cheaper
Quavo Huncho I’m trapping with Wiz KhalifaStackin my paper up, no I don’t make enough
All of these niggas, I smoke when I’m waking up
No, I ain’t fake enough, money I’m raking up
Tell ’em I ain’t takin up, got ya girl baking up
Yo’ bitch she making up, my crip I’m taking up
Pillow her face in there, whole lot of space in ’em
My car I’m racing it, crash and replacing it
Don’t put the basics in, smoking the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real G’s moving silent, my niggas are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don’t miss a plane
Stack everything at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin’ me paid
Fuck niggas hate, guess that comes with the game[?]
Wiz Khalifa Ft. Quavo – Out in Space Song Details
Song: Out in Space
Singer: Wiz Khalifa
Featuring: Quavo
Album: The Saga of Wiz Khalifa
Written By: Quavo & Wiz Khalifa
Release Date: April 20, 2020