Chevy Woods
Talk to Ya
[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah
So I seen her from afar
I'm sayin to her, "come over to the car" and she said...
"You some kind of star", I'm like "naw naw naw, chill chill"
K'naw sayin, that's that name, figured I'd put a little bit of this game all in her brain, told her I ain't gone hold you
Damn sure ain't tryna control you, but I'll mold you
Ya dug?
She looked at me like she ain't believe me, so i figure I show you

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, said she never felt like this before
When I'm home we get it on, I'm on the road, she miss the boy
And you thick for sure, know how to work them hips right
Love rolling my Swisher since I showed her how to twist right
And when I gotta make moves, she keep her lips tight
Know that money gotta stack, so she let me get right
And that sex get good on a late night
Nothing but thumbs up like a hitch hike
Yes I'm the shit like you ain't ever heard of
And you know how I do, act like you don't then I'll learn ya
I'm talking 'bout teaching ya, how 'bout schooling ya
Go and do your thang, gimme brains, I'll tutor ya
Fuckin' with them lames, a real n***a's something new to ya
Now you telling all your friends what I do to ya
But it's cool, ya know? I leave her spine broke
When I'm up inside, make her breath and hit a high note like...
[Interlude: Kev da Hustla]
Yeah
So I'm standin on the corner
Shorty ride through
She pushed the whip, like ya know?
Me and my n***a Wiz
Blowing on that good, I'm like...
"We gotta stop shawty"
See... jump out
Yeah

[Verse 2: Kev da Hustla]
And I approached her, like "what's your name?"
You get the picture shawty, I really like your frame
That Coke bottle shape and them Asian eyes
You half black, half you ain't gotta tell the guy
You shouldn't wonder why I approached ya
I wanna get to know ya but I ain't tryna hold you
Back from all your dreams and high hopes
You smell that, mami, yeah that's real smoke
Listen I got plans too, you know how your man do
I'll get ghost before I try to cuff hands boo
You in the latest, yeah, that's my favorite
Room lit like Vegas, he point like Peyton
Mami body amazing, lights off, no cable
I found out she a mind freak like Criss Angel
Bed broken, table's giving her all she handles
I swear to God, the room sounded like this damn sample
[Interlude: Wiz Khalifa]
Yes, so I seen my man Kev Tha Hustla over there on somethin' bad
I mean, bad!
So I mean, I finish rollin' up my ray
Hop out the car, I see a couple of little ones over there lookin' kind of lonely
Ya dug?
I'm sayin' I catch me one, she looking at me
I see her smilin' and all that
Like she know who a n***a is
So you know what I do, I walk straight up to her like...

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Aye aye, shawty I just wanna talk to you
Usually keep it moving, but I had to stop for you
And let you know anything less than me is not for you
No time to waste, but got patience like a doctor do
And this may be a lot for you
So why don't you fall in, hit some of this weed and soak it all in
Got game like the ball in
And we ballin', goin' state-to-state, call me Rawlings
Look darling, I ain't tryna start nothing
She laughed and said "ain't you some kinda star or somethin?"
I'm like nah, I'm playin with you, ma, I'm fronting
They call me young Wiz, now get up in my car or something
We could talk about your day while I'm cigar stuffing
Here's my phone, give me a number I can call or something
Get you back to your crib and have them walls jumping
Screamin' at the top of your lungs like...