Rrari Twins Lyrics – Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y

Read the full Rrari Twins 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 Girl Next Door and I see blue, two other songs by Wiz Khalifa.

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Jet Life
What?
TGOD, Taylors in the chat

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I got a collection outside (Uh)
Closet full of nice watches like we supervised, yeah, super fried (Uh)
Money piled so high up, you could dive in (Yep)
More suits to style in
More dinners with beach views and violins (Damn)
More jet skis and islands (Tahahaha)

More scenarios where the good guys win (Yep)
On my balcony chilling, flicking another ash
In my studio stoned, cooking another classic
Sick and tired of the rest, she want them stoner raps (Uh)
My newest watch ain’t got no diamonds in it (Nope)
I looked at it and said, “It’s time to get it”, yeah
Car service on the runway when we visit (Hahahahahaha)
Do a show and get it back soon as we spend it

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
When we pulling up, big business
Pile the money up, it’s endless
Not enough, need more
I drive my ‘Rari, you drive yours
What’s mine is yours
I drive my ‘Rari, you drive yours
What’s mine is yours
I drive my ‘Rari, you drive yours

[Interlude]
This is a Hyundai, this is a Ferrari
Which one y’all want, n!gga?
A Carrari

[Verse 2: Curren]

Huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A quarter-million dollar car with the peace sign
But it’s a war going on on the eastside
It’s a war going on overseas, I
See it all through the fog, burning trees down
No arson, we just balling
We gon’ smoke it all, then we gon’ re-up tomorrow
I reflect on the time when a n!gga had to borrow
From a hustler that I knew who lived way larger
He pulled me out the jam, helped me revise my plan, now I hustle smarter
I tried to pay him back, he told me pay it forward
That’s why I drop jewels from these ink pens
I’m a author, I’m a artist, I’m a jeweler, I’m a moving target
I’m a student of the game, b!tch, I’m a shot-caller (Chu-chu-chu-chu)
I’m a Taylor, I’m a jet plane, we all bosses (Chu-chu)
Family over bulls*it offers
Just put some new furniture in my office (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Curren]
When we pulling up, big business (Yeah, yeah)
Pile the money up, it’s endless
Not enough, need more
I drive my ‘Rari, you drive yours (Nyoom)
What’s mine is yours
I drive my ‘Rari, you drive yours
What’s mine is yours
I drive my ‘Rari, you drive yours

[Outro: Tony Montana]
Get me one of them phones, you know, with a, with a scrambler
A scrambler
And a radio with, uh, scanners
To pick out flying saucers, stuff like that