Wiz Khalifa – Respect ft. Juicy J & K Camp Lyrics

(Intro – Juicy J)
Mr. Cap you ready? Um hmm
You finna kill this s**t, yeah
Pass that bong over there bro

(Chorus – K Camp)
When you stay out and your chopper stay focused
She gone be the best
Do what you can when your team get a chance
Put it all to the test
Came for it all, know you heard this before but
I don’t more less
Grinding, you fall now you done with the tour
Get it all off your chest
Hustling, hustling, hustling, hustling
That’s all they respect
Hustling, hustling, hustling, hustling
That’s all they respect
Hustling, hustling, hustling, hustling
That’s all they respect
When you go hard
You go hard and don’t stop until ain’t nothing left

(Verse 1 – Wiz Khalifa)
I just wanna pull up with my trunk in the front
I just wanna pull up with my ni**as smoking joints
I just wanna pull up with a bi**h with no Instagram
I just wanna pull up to the club just to start
When you a young ni**a, you can have anything you want
When you a young ni**a, you can have any bi**h you want
When you a young ni**a, you can drive what you wanna drive
When you a young ni**a, you can buy what you wanna buy
Having fun with some bi**hes, smoking weed in the ride
On the corner with my dogs, drinking gin to survive
Ain’t from the bottom? You can’t understand
Bank in my hand, your bi**h think I’m the man
Guess I am

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Juicy J)
All my pockets overweight
Appetite for all this cake
Money man, I still run this game
I’m in perfect shape
Moonrocks, keep me high as tube socks, bird one
Keep it pimping and pay close attention, you might learn something
My family is all I need, I make sure that we gon eat
Overtime, 25 hours, 8 days a week
I remember back when I was broke, how could I forget?
Nine bathrooms in my crib, I got a pot to piss
My look my momma’s face when I bought her a new home
My mom, we finally made it, them hard times is gone
Finally made it legit, ain’t no way I’mma quit
Got a cone full of guacamole, let’s go get these chips
Hustling, hustling
All the money coming in so fast you can’t resist
Hustling, hustling
Cause there ain’t no such thing as getting too rich
Hustling, hustling
You will never hear me say I don’t want no more
Hustling, hustling
This Juicy J and getting to the money is all I know

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro – Juicy J)
Yo ni**a keep it real with your motherf**king self and grind for your motherf**king self
If you looking for another ni**a
If you looking for another ni**a to put food on your motherf**king table ni**a you dumb as f**k
You a stupid ass ni**a, you should go f**king take a gun and put it to your brains and blow your own God damn brains out

You stupid as hell ni**a, don’t be begging no ni**a for s**t ni**a
Get your lazy ass up, get out here and work ni**a
You know what I’m saying?
That’s how we get this bread, we hustle ni**a
We gotta be out here man, up early in the motherf**king morning man to the next motherf**king morning, man.
You know what I’m saying? How a ni**a supposed to get this s**t?

This s**t don’t, money don’t grow on trees, s**t don’t fall out the sky, ni**a
You know what I’m saying? I know you out there high and s**t, you know what I’m saying?
Ni**as die for this s**t man, ni**as out here on some real grind, ni**a
There’s some f**ked up motherf**kers out here man, you know what I’m saying man?

When a real life situation kick in, your motherf**king kids hungry
Your bills due, your motherf**king car broke down, man
Ni**a you gone be sicker than a motherf**ker, man
We still gon be getting money, we still gon be getting high
We gong be in the strip club, we gon be bringing in the bags left and motherf**king right
Bringing them bi**hes in, throwing that s**t out like trash ni**a
We gon be getting high as f**k, laughing at you ol
stupid ass ni**as out here man, the f**k outta here man, kill yourself ni**a