Wiz Khalifa – Prove It (ft. Curren$y) (Audio, Lyrics)

Wiz Khalifa - Prove It (ft. Curren$y) (prod. Mufasa)

Wiz Khalifa unveils a new single titled “Prove It” featuring Curren$y. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the Mufasa-produced song.

Wiz Khalifa Prove It
Wiz Khalifa Prove It

Deep into his career, Wiz Khalifa appears to have found harmony. It’s a quality reflected in the carefree and easygoing nature of his recent music, including his latest mixtape Big Pimpin. Released on his thirty-third birthday and named after Jay-Z’s classic collaboration with UGK, the tape served as a welcome supply for loyal fans eager to catch a vibe. And while it’s not exactly breaking new ground, Wiz’s stoner charm continues to translate effectively, especially when he’s backed by the ever-reliable talents of his longtime smoking partner Curren$y.

Though it hasn’t been that long since they reconnected to drop off 2009, that time can feel much longer in a kush-soaked haze. Especially when we’re looking at something with the potency of Khalifa Kush. Perhaps that’s why Spitta and Wiz’s reunions always feel like two friends reconnecting after a long absence, their well-established chemistry quickly kicking back into gear. On “Prove It,” the backdrop is a far more melodic and vibe-driven one, an apparent soundtrack for the nightcap joint. Fans of the pair’s handiwork should definitely check this one out — and remember, there’s much more where that came from.

Wiz Khalifa – Prove It (ft. Curren$y) (prod. Mufasa)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
She don’t like comin’ out the crib (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I said baby girl that’s what where that money is (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Two shots we gon’ sip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
After this join we gon’ dip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Top down in my whip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Always with my bitch (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin’ (Ok!)
Go ‘n get some more (Get some more)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
It’s levels to this shit
I never met a bitch that roll it up and treat a nigga better than you can (Than you can)
Say you tired of switch shifts
It ain’t about me, you ain’t interested
Come to your spot, them bitches can’t fit
My spot on the throne soemwhere they can’t sit
When you be practicin’ girl, you can’t miss
Losin’ your spot, that’s somehin’ you can’t risk
You the female me, we the same shit
You don’t be bringin’ me problems, you bring a bitch
Peel her purse back and break her quick
They fall off if they can’t commit
Real player shit
Drop the top hit the switch if they ain’t convinced
Been here for a while, sold you season
She get cash from you, but fuck with me for different reasons

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
She don’t like comin’ out the crib (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh; haha)
I said baby girl that’s what where that money is (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh; ayy)
Two shots we gon’ sip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh; too much paper ain’t enough, baby)
After this join we gon’ dip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh; time to get to work)
Top down in my whip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Always with my bitch (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin’
Go ‘n get some more (Get some more)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
More money than I can count (Money than I can count)
More weed than I can smoke (Weed than I can smoke)
More cars than I can drive (Cars than I can drive)
But still I want mo'(Stil I want mo’)
Got dollar sign eyes (Dollar sign eyes)
Got a 63, got a 64 and I got a 65 (Got a 65)
Got a 62 and I’m lookin’ for a 61 right now (-1 right now)
Top down on a 68 with like a ounce on me (Ounce on me)
Cheverlets bounce on streets
Down niggas recognize OG (-nize OG)
One the way to the back, Rolex watches (Rolex watches)
Saftey deposite boxes (Yeah)
No, we don’t talk to outsiders (Nah, nah)
We dress fly, fly private (Pri-, pri-)
Roll the carpet out when we land
My bitch bad behind the mask
My hands on the ass, my mind on the stash
Her hand on the baby 9
Dawg, you better hope she don’t blast it (Blast)
I don’t bring a bush, she crossed my path (My path)
Baby girl, nah, only bring me the cash (Cash)
That’s what I asked, layin’ the pad
Open the bag, rollin’ up fast
Smokin’ ’em back to back
‘Til i get a call concernin’ them stacks and then I’ma scram
She lookin’ mad, but she lookin’ good
So I’ma come back to smash
4 AM in the S-class, park that bitch right across the grass (Across the grass)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
She don’t like comin’ out the crib (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I said baby girl that’s what where that money is (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Two shots we gon’ sip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
After this join we gon’ dip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Top down in my whip (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Always with my bitch (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin’ (Ok!)
Go ‘n get some more (Get some more)

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