How Could I Lose Lyrics – Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y

Read the full How Could I Lose lyrics by Wiz Khalifa and Curren$y from the album Roofless Records For Drop Tops 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 Ashes Out The Window and Rrari Twins, two other songs by Wiz Khalifa.

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
What?

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
The price high and my girl is too
Fly around the world in a few, yeah
Top floor, come see the view (Hahahahahahahaha)
Tag on so you see that it’s new
Smoking and leaving ’em clues, yeah
Spent twenty-five hundred on shoes (Damn)
We bosses, we make the rules (What?)
Clear bong, she cleaning ’em too (For real)

Got lungs, you smoking with me, you gon’ lose (Uh)
Bought me another house, I felt like I needed some room
She mix the weed with the shrooms (Goddamn)
She doing sound bowls and tracking the moon, yeah
Forty-five minutes away, she’ll be here soon (Come on, man)
I roll the weed, hit it too
See the influence when we in the room
Leaving it open, like who need a roof?

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Curren]
She drive a four-door ’cause I needed the coupe
Hopping out, everything new
They study all of our moves
Hard to stay out of the loop
They say we run the game, we probably do
So many wins
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Woah, woah, yeah)
How could I lose? (Eastside, woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Yeah, huh)

[Verse 2: Curren]
Ran in, snatch that, to the pad where I stashed at (Where I stashed at)
Run the same play right back, they ain’t think we’ll stomp ’em out like that, huh (Yeah, stomp ’em out like that)

Fu*k ’em, though, like we ain’t the n!ggas who that started this s*it, pardon me, b!tch
Online catalog, ordering s*it, some of my n!ggas was born to be rich (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
None of my n!ggas is waiting on s*it, fu*k around and we taking your s*it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the one that throw Daytons on s*it, baseline switch, sixty-eight on the bumper switch (Yeah, yeah, skrrt)
Hit all summer, H1 Hummer, big time, number one
I’m a dolo-stunting convoy, go ten more coming (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All in the line, I’m in the bank, yeah
You on the bench, I’m on your b!tch mind, you on that bulls*it
I’m sitting courtside (Sitting courtside)
N!gga, I brought mine (N!gga, I brought mine)
And I only roll mine (And I only roll mine)
And I only smoke mine (N!gga, I only smoke mine)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
She drive a four-door ’cause I needed the coupe
Hopping out, everything new
They study all of our moves
Hard to stay out of the loop
They say we run the game, we probably do
So many wins
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose?