paroles de chanson Head To The Sky (feat. Chevy Woods and S. Money) - Chevy Woods , Wiz Khalifa

I got my ear to the streets, head to the sky
Niggas wanna hate and I don't understand why
I'm just tryna get money, Money!
And have the whole world remember me
So touch mine and become a memory
They ain't heard about me, although they got to be dead
With no soul in they body cause this how I lives
We middle finger cops like who y'all rolling on
Straight conversation I ain't with that holding on
You see me ho, I'm gone yeah that's that ray I roll
And ten patron shots, I'm way outta control
Just like a bad defender I'm way out of my zone
And this is what I tell 'em
Ugh, like what the fuck you yelling 'bout
This music shit will be the only time I'm selling out
No I can't sell you shit, your phone bling crazy
I keep them magnums I ain't trying to hear "that's Kev's baby"
I'm on my griz a couple shooter kids
I guarantee you hear some shots
U fuck would knock there I ain't knocking shit
U hear me knocking, cops coming nigga let me in!