DJ Daddykat & Wiz Khalifa - Palm Trees

H-H-Hadouken

D-D-DJ Daddykat on the mix

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (We got that Dezzy drip 'fore I paid the rent)

Yeah, uh

We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)

Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)

Gotta drive multiple whips

Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss

I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga 'til I make y'all sick

I'ma keep lettin' y'all hate the game and the way I play it

Nobu dinner, she on my team, I know she a winner

Ain't no begginer, I mastered the style I evented

Learned how to handle my business

Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed

Khaki shorts and long sleeves

Don't say much but all the bitches want me

Fantical shots at a nigga so I don't got a bulletproof car (Bulletproof car)

Pull up in all of them whips and they all tinted, don't know who we are (Know who we are)

Remember I used to just shoot for the clouds now I shoot for the stars (I go for the stars)

You fuckin' with me and you gonna get game and your gonna get bars

And now I got too many hoes

I hand 'em out once I don't even know I'm apart

I'm shoppin' and makin' my clothes

They sayin' I'm too hard

I told you that I was gon' win

As soon as I open the door and they lettin' me star

And they takin' one look at my wrist

Get hella impressed, they don't even know what it cost

Come sit down with the boss

You pocket change, we millionairs

Pick one, I can call 'em

I ain't thinkin' in the past, lil' bitch, I'm movin' forward

Niggas my age lookin' hella stressed but I'm enjoyin' it

You regular and this nigga important

We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)

Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)

Gotta drive multiple whips

Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss

I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga 'til I make y'all sick

I'ma keep lettin' y'all hate the game and the way I play it

Nobu dinner, she on my team, I know she a winner

Ain't no begginer, I mastered the style I evented

Learned how to handle my business

Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed

Khaki shorts and long sleeves

Don't say much but all the bitches want me

I don't say much 'cause the money talk for me

Grab a paper, grind a tree up, roll it up and spark a tree (Hahaha)

By the youngin's, got some game and yeah they got it all from me

By the bitches, safe to say, it's hard to keep 'em off of me

Now they see I got the money, made it double up

Got your nigga actin' troublesome

I got a couple friends but I done fucked with some

I got a couple bitches, ain't in love with none

Gotta handle business, I ain't finished 'til I'm done

Big crib, pick which one

Big tree mean big lungs

Ten bitches that's big fun

You pocket change, we millionairs

Pick one, I can call 'em

I ain't thinkin' in the past, lil' bitch, I'm movin' forward

Niggas my age lookin' hella stressed but I'm enjoyin' it

You regular and this nigga important

We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)

Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)

Gotta drive multiple whips

Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss

I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga 'til I make y'all sick

I'ma keep lettin' y'all hate the game and the way I play it

Nobu dinner, she on my team, I know she a winner

Ain't no begginer, I mastered the style I evented

Learned how to handle my business

Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed

Khaki shorts and long sleeves

Don't say much but all the bitches want me