Wiz Khalifa and Curren$y – Garage Talk (Video)

Wiz Khalifa and Curren$y

Wiz and Curren$y Back With Another Video

The ultimate duo of Wiz Khalifa and Curren$y step it up a notch by getting quite animated for the new video “Garage Talk”.

Still showcasing visuals from the 2009 project, these two move forward on the Dame Grease productions, living it up to the finest and fullest ways, luxury cars, smoke filled rooms and the lovely ladies to accompany it all.

These two even take it back to the lovely days of recreating Myspace into HiSpace in the brand new visual. Of course the famous website is what propelled artists as these two up front to the world,well before the riches. Peep the new video above , check out the previous videos from Wiz Khalifa and Curren$y “Plot Twist” plus “The Life” and the lyrics below

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[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I just got the fuck off a plane
6 car garage, I got more than 1 job
Be a boss, go hard
Wake up, smelling kush when I yawn
Shorty wanna fuck with the king, tired of them pawns
Ain’t on the top? Well, that’s nonsense
Bank account full of G’s, so that’s all you gon’ get
TSA know my face so they don’t trip
Chain frost, big bitch that I’m with don’t give me no lip
We done touch M’s, now we on to billions
Hard to explain how these new rugs feeling
Blowin’ kush up in high ceiling’s
Having meetings at the crib, confidential dealings
And I ain’t gotta tell you who the realest is
That’s my nigga Spitta, foreign cooked chef
And where the kitchen is
Money straight where my business is
And the girls fuck with me so I’m always where the bitches is
Kid

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I see all the sexy mami’s in here
Hey, ayy, Wiz I smell you up here, too
Make sure you pass that KK to the DJ booth
Aw shit, here comes Spitta on them gold BBS

Yep, swung through, gold BBS and the spoiler kit
1986, slinging that shit
They want the family price on them bricks
But I just had a son and I only love him
So I ain’t coming down on the price
Ain’t no where else you gon’ get shit this nice
Got cocaine white, Air Force Nikes
Bought K-Swisses for all my bitches
Put hightop troops on all my shooters
Bought the Goose down jacket from the boosters
Shootouts on the roof, racing in them coupes
She wore the Gucci frames with the door knocker hoops
And the lying motherfucker tell you I ain’t the truth
Rich uncle come through, pop the truck, pull the duffel
Lay the merchandise out, get the loot, motherfucker
East side real nigga, show ya how to hustle
Outside, put the fucking Chevrolet’s on the bumper
If it don’t hop, nigga, park that shit
That ain’t no low rider, thats a rollin’ imposter
Put the stocks on fool, quit playing like you out here
2009, all kind of high