Tyla Yaweh feat. Gunna and Wiz Khalifa Lyrics
"All the Smoke"

(Hitmaka)
(Shan)
(Ayy, Benjamin he got benjamins)

Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can't see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can't see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah (hey, hey, hey), all the smoke
Porsche 911, can't see me no more
I be up high but I want some more

Yeah, in a Porsche, yeah, bend the door, yeah
She might wanna ride but it better be a foreign, yeah
Make it roar, yeah, yeah
Said her ex was a joker, no locked doors
Takin' what you want from me
Tell a bitch, throw it back like it's all yours
Lock it up and throw the key
Beat it up like a Nascar, auto sport

Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can't see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah (hey, hey, hey), all the smoke
Porsche 911, can't see me no more
I be up high but I want some more

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Speedin' in a Porsche
Livin' life fast and goin' all around the course (course)
Ain't no competition, got the ball in my court
Scream, "Fuck the opposition" every time that we score (score)
Wonder when they know they with the rawest report
I ain't bust the twenties, like I'm barred from the store (yeah)
Gunna bought her Pucci and that Juicy Couture
We made a rated movie, had her pussy a lil' sore
(I can't wait to go back on tour) Uh
On tour, I copped a new toy
They gon' see the smoke, I change the mode, sport
Maybach to the yacht, left in a Rolls Royce
See them haters they done left me no choice
She love me and she say I make her so moist

Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can't see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah (hey, hey, hey), all the smoke
Porsche 911, can't see me no more
I be up high but I want some more (okay)

Whippin', dodgin' in and out in a new Ferrari ('Rari)
I don't want her, she be fuckin' anybody (anybody)
If I'm in then I'ma drop the top on that
Yeah she got a fatty, but her top is whack
I might hit her best friend, I'm somethin' like a legend
I'm smokin' on the kush, you could tell by how it's smellin'
Say she got a curfew, gotta be home by eleven
If I roll up all this weed up, better make sure you inhale it

Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can't see me no more (you don't know when you gon' get that pipe again, girl)
I be up high but I want some more (you better treat it right, yup)
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah (hey, hey, hey), all the smoke
Porsche 911, can't see me no more
I be up high but I want some more

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh