Extra Extra Credit
By Wiz Khalifa
2009
4:03
Official Music Video
Extra Extra Credit by Wiz Khalifa
Lyrics & Translation
English
(Ay)
Yeah buddy
(Yea, yea)
You know what we do around this time
(Yeah)
Through the roof swag on you fuck niggas
(Yea, yea)
I ain't gon' deny it
I be on some fly shit
See it, and I want it
Like it, then I buy it
You paying for it
I can make it priceless
I told you all this money ain't for show
I let it go
If you get money
Then you know just what I'm talking 'bout
I got a bad bitch
Her name, you don't need to know
If you can take her off of me
That mean I don't need the ho
Yeah, I'm like the number three
Something you ain't seen before
So we get it smackin'
Once we get back to my vehicle
I got so much drink to pour
And I got my reefer rolled
Girl, I'd love to stay
But gotta pack my things so we can go
They call me sayin' they need to know
How everyday I'm workin'
But my life just like the weekend though
And when we in the club
The owners gon' acknowledge us
Me, I'm drunk as hell
Throwing champagne bottles up
Yeah, we superstars
So the camera crews follow us
And all my diamonds traffic jam
They give you some kinda rush
Baby I'm a star
You can join this constellation
Shit wherever I want
Can't deal with constipation
Any chick that I handle
I teach 'em patience
How not to win the award
But be glad for your nominations
If getting money's the case, then I'm guilty
Need a shower, filthy
Wipe me down
I'm famous
All the bad hoes like me now
They don't just wanna fuck
They wanna become wifey now
You trying to make a name
But me, I got my own cloud
And I can't share no air space
See, I'm so Taylor Gang
I ain't gon' deny it
I be on some fly shit
See it, and I want it
Like it, then I buy it
You paying for it
I can make it priceless
I told you all this money ain't for show
I let it go
If you get money
Then you know just what I'm talking 'bout
Yeah
All this money got me feelin' bold
And niggas staring like they're scared the speakers' getting old
You look decent but your girlfriend's a centerfold
I keep my mind closed for bitches whose tryin' dig for gold
Big cake, y'all dinner rolls
You just sink, boy, I been afloat
I been in this game and E gave me the sticks
Now I'm in control
And I'm playing on difficult
Hop another plane
New day, another ticket
So we smoke to the life
Write my name in the Swisher smoke
Niggas know
If they don't, then their bitch does
Rosé bottles spree, until they free my big Cuz
I tell her that she drunk
She say she just buzzed
Half a bottle later, she saying she in love
Some will say it's the fame
Some will say the drugs
Got you losing your brain
And doing these things in public
(Teheheh) Yeah
I'm on some own-world other shit
And you gon' have to find
Some decent shelter to get cover in
If she got no panties on, then let her in
And her set of friends
Meet the gang, whoa
I ain't gon' deny it
I be on some fly shit
See it, and I want it
Like it, then I buy it
You paying for it
I can make it priceless
Told you all this money ain't for show
I let it go
If you get money
Then you know just what I'm talking 'bout
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Extra Extra Credit by Wiz Khalifa
Extra Extra Credit* (original Wiz Khalifa)
(Ay)
Yeah buddy
(Yea, yea)
You know what we do around this time
(Yeah)
Through the roof swag on you fuck niggas
(Yea, yea)
I ain't gon' deny it
I be on some fly shit
See it, and I want it
Like it, then I buy it
You paying for it
I can make it priceless
I told you all this money ain't for show
I let it go
If you get money
Then you know just what I'm talking 'bout
I got a bad bitch
Her name, you don't need to know
If you can take her off of me
That mean I don't need the ho
Yeah, I'm like the number three
Something you ain't seen before
So we get it smackin'
Once we get back to my vehicle
I got so much drink to pour
And I got my reefer rolled
Girl, I'd love to stay
But gotta pack my things so we can go
They call me sayin' they need to know
How everyday I'm workin'
But my life just like the weekend though
And when we in the club
The owners gon' acknowledge us
Me, I'm drunk as hell
Throwing champagne bottles up
Yeah, we superstars
So the camera crews follow us
And all my diamonds traffic jam
They give you some kinda rush
Baby I'm a star
You can join this constellation
Shit wherever I want
Can't deal with constipation
Any chick that I handle
I teach 'em patience
How not to win the award
But be glad for your nominations
If getting money's the case, then I'm guilty
Need a shower, filthy
Wipe me down
I'm famous
All the bad hoes like me now
They don't just wanna fuck
They wanna become wifey now
You trying to make a name
But me, I got my own cloud
And I can't share no air space
See, I'm so Taylor Gang
I ain't gon' deny it
I be on some fly shit
See it, and I want it
Like it, then I buy it
You paying for it
I can make it priceless
I told you all this money ain't for show
I let it go
If you get money
Then you know just what I'm talking 'bout
Yeah
All this money got me feelin' bold
And niggas staring like they're scared the speakers' getting old
You look decent but your girlfriend's a centerfold
I keep my mind closed for bitches whose tryin' dig for gold
Big cake, y'all dinner rolls
You just sink, boy, I been afloat
I been in this game and E gave me the sticks
Now I'm in control
And I'm playing on difficult
Hop another plane
New day, another ticket
So we smoke to the life
Write my name in the Swisher smoke
Niggas know
If they don't, then their bitch does
Rosé bottles spree, until they free my big Cuz
I tell her that she drunk
She say she just buzzed
Half a bottle later, she saying she in love
Some will say it's the fame
Some will say the drugs
Got you losing your brain
And doing these things in public
(Teheheh) Yeah
I'm on some own-world other shit
And you gon' have to find
Some decent shelter to get cover in
If she got no panties on, then let her in
And her set of friends
Meet the gang, whoa
I ain't gon' deny it
I be on some fly shit
See it, and I want it
Like it, then I buy it
You paying for it
I can make it priceless
Told you all this money ain't for show
I let it go
If you get money
Then you know just what I'm talking 'bout
Extra Extra Credit (traducción LyricVerse Team)
(Ay)
Sí, amigo
(Sí, sí)
Sabes lo que hacemos por estas fechas
(Sí)
Estilo por las nubes para ustedes, cabrones
(Sí, sí)
No lo voy a negar
Ando en algo genial
Lo veo, y lo quiero
Me gusta, entonces lo compro
Tú pagando por ello
Yo puedo hacerlo invaluable
Te dije que todo este dinero no es para presumir
Lo dejo ir
Si ganas dinero
Entonces sabes de lo que hablo
Tengo una perra mala
Su nombre, no necesitas saberlo
Si puedes quitármela
Eso significa que no necesito a esa puta
Sí, soy como el número tres
Algo que no has visto antes
Así que lo hacemos a lo grande
Una vez que volvamos a mi vehículo
Tengo tanto trago para servir
Y tengo mi porro liado
Chica, me encantaría quedarme
Pero tengo que empacar mis cosas para que podamos irnos
Me llaman diciendo que necesitan saber
Cómo todos los días estoy trabajando
Pero mi vida es como el fin de semana
Y cuando estamos en el club
Los dueños nos van a reconocer
Yo, estoy borracho como el infierno
Lanzando botellas de champán
Sí, somos superestrellas
Así que los equipos de cámara nos siguen
Y todos mis diamantes atascan el tráfico
Te dan algún tipo de subidón
Nena, soy una estrella
Puedes unirte a esta constelación
Cago donde quiera
No puedo lidiar con el estreñimiento
Cualquier chica que manejo
Les enseño paciencia
Cómo no ganar el premio
Pero alegrarse por tus nominaciones
Si ganar dinero es el caso, entonces soy culpable
Necesito una ducha, asqueroso
Límpiame
Soy famoso
Todas las putas malas me quieren ahora
No solo quieren follar
Quieren ser esposas ahora
Tú intentando hacerte un nombre
Pero yo, tengo mi propia nube
Y no puedo compartir espacio aéreo
Mira, soy tan Taylor Gang
No lo voy a negar
Ando en algo genial
Lo veo, y lo quiero
Me gusta, entonces lo compro
Tú pagando por ello
Yo puedo hacerlo invaluable
Te dije que todo este dinero no es para presumir
Lo dejo ir
Si ganas dinero
Entonces sabes de lo que hablo
Sí
Todo este dinero me hace sentir audaz
Y los negros mirando como si tuvieran miedo de que los altavoces se estén haciendo viejos
Te ves decente pero tu novia es una chica de póster
Mantengo mi mente cerrada para las perras que intentan cavar en busca de oro
Pastel grande, ustedes rollos de cena
Tú solo te hundes, chico, yo he estado a flote
He estado en este juego y E me dio los controles
Ahora tengo el control
Y estoy jugando en difícil
Salto a otro avión
Nuevo día, otro boleto
Así que fumamos a la vida
Escribo mi nombre en el humo del Swisher
Los negros saben
Si no lo hacen, entonces su perra sí
Juerga de botellas de Rosé, hasta que liberen a mi gran Primo
Le digo que está borracha
Ella dice que solo está un poco ebria
Media botella después, ella dice que está enamorada
Algunos dirán que es la fama
Algunos dirán las drogas
Te hacen perder la cabeza
Y haciendo estas cosas en público
(Jejeje) Sí
Estoy en otra mierda de mi propio mundo
Y vas a tener que encontrar
Algún refugio decente para cubrirte
Si no tiene bragas, déjala entrar
Y su grupo de amigas
Conoce a la pandilla, whoa
No lo voy a negar
Ando en algo genial
Lo veo, y lo quiero
Me gusta, entonces lo compro
Tú pagando por ello
Yo puedo hacerlo invaluable
Te dije que todo este dinero no es para presumir
Lo dejo ir
Si ganas dinero
Entonces sabes de lo que hablo
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