On Demand Freestyle Lyrics – Wiz Khalifa

Read the full On Demand Freestyle lyrics by Wiz Khalifa along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Wiz Khalifa’s music, you can also explore So Many Pounds and I Might Be, two other songs by Wiz Khalifa.

[Intro]
(Music playing…)
Know how we do big
(Music playing…)

[Verse 1]
Taylor, if you looking for me, y’all be
Popping Marrell tags, walking up and over
Spinning fans, where the designer at?
I got so much in my bag, surprised that they don’t run to that
Always seen with two that’s bad
Drop the top, we moving fast
We was smoking out in London
Now her feet is in the sand
We just left the Middle East
Now we headed to Thailand

Call up who you need to and cancel them if you got plans
Rolling out of the pound every day, you know I got grams
You know if I show up, I’ma get high as I can
Spend a couple thousand on shirts and Rick Owens, man

Pick up 1.5 million and count it before I land
I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand

[Chorus]
I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand
I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand

I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand
I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand

[Verse 2]
Super saucy, sauce in my pen got me super groggy
Big joints, big plays, the whip look super foggy

SMY on a Sunday, the flight booked one way
And when you fly proper, you can smoke on the runway
Hipp cut from C, old looking like play money
That’s your favorite plug? I bet he want some weight from me

We stack the boxes on the back of the truck
Except it come with the paperwork, they locking me up
100 stores open, I ain’t opened enough
In Germany, car cookie, that’s tough

And my J, the war perfect
Buy real estate for fun, that’s how I work when you’re up

[Chorus]
I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand
I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand

I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand
I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand

[Verse 3]
Turn up the bass, swing the ride
Bloodshot red eyes, faded on some vibe
My brother Burn just applied
I’m seeing faces in the smoke, elations from the dope

I’m no coach, but I play you, baby, sorry, hit the road
My family tell me how I’m famous
I’m like, “Mama, I ain’t make it yet”
But once I do, I got you on that check

I never flex, I’m just gonna stay big on self-respect
And if they feel like that’s a problem, then take it off my neck

Up the floor, we on for sure
A different state, a different ho
She don’t even know I rap
This just ain’t difficult

I took a flick with me and Burn
A shame made the picture glow—goddamn
You can’t even see my face, bro

[Chorus]
I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand
I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand

I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand
I’m the man, I get money on demand
I get P’s on demand

(Music fades out…)