Comb Over
Wiz Khalifa Lyrics


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For real man, we need that whip
That's the car I need
Motherfucker hit a plane and
The plane blew up ugh, yup

Standing in the mirror
My vision of that money getting clearer
Hold on let me get this shit right
Standing in the mirror
My vision of that money getting clearer
Scratch that it's gettin' nearer
Some of this actually happened
I was weed nappin' wasn't shit
Now they pay us for the raps we kick
My hotel smell like confidence
They hate us but that weed
Smoke bring on compliments
So roll this paper
Tell the waitress get my drink from off the coaster
Bring the bitch that love to smoke and
Get the weight from off my shoulders

Yeah, I be flying everywhere nigga
Sometimes I don't even know where
The fuck I'm at I be waking up
Random motherfuckers be knocking on my door and shit
Like "who the fuck is that?"
Nosey ass cleaning lady
You wanna hit this weed?

Stains from your make-up
Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up
Young nigga, but got my cake up
Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane
Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit
Look at my bitch, we the shit
Probably high what they say
When they see us
But they never say that we broke
Kush in every J that we smoke
Putting rings on every finger
Never put 'em out, just let the smoke linger
Champagne for the girls
Straight shots for my niggas
Started small but now the money getting bigger
It all get better with time
Rather go hard instead of unwind
And play your part and I'ma play mine

Feel me?
Motherfuckers always speakin' out of turn
They don't know nothin' about this shit
That's why I'm me and you're you
Matter of fact, fuck that this Taylor Gang
Tgod nigga ain't shit changed gang
What up Ricky P richard




Don't smoke that pound without me Richard
Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Wiz Khalifa's song "Comb Over" reflect his success and confidence in the music industry. The opening lines, "For real man, we need that whip, That's the car I need, Motherfucker hit a plane and, The plane blew up ugh, yup," suggest that Wiz Khalifa desires material wealth and indulgence. He imagines a scenario where his success is so great that even a plane blowing up is a nonchalant event. This portrayal of extravagance sets the tone for the rest of the song.


The repeated lines, "Standing in the mirror, My vision of that money getting clearer, Scratch that it's gettin' nearer," relay Wiz Khalifa's self-assuredness and growing wealth. He acknowledges that some elements of his success can be attributed to chance or luck, as indicated by the line, "Some of this actually happened, I was weed nappin' wasn't shit, Now they pay us for the raps we kick." Wiz Khalifa acknowledges his past struggles and the transition to being compensated for his talent.


The song also highlights Wiz Khalifa's love for marijuana, with references to the smell of his hotel room ("My hotel smell like confidence") and the positive reactions it brings from others ("They hate us but that weed, Smoke bring on compliments"). The lyrics suggest a lifestyle of indulgence, surrounded by supporters and "bitches that love to smoke."


Overall, "Comb Over" depicts Wiz Khalifa's confidence, success, and enjoyment of his newfound wealth and fame.


Line by Line Meaning

For real man, we need that whip
Seriously, we need that fancy car


That's the car I need
That specific car is what I desire


Motherfucker hit a plane and
Someone crashed into a plane and


The plane blew up ugh, yup
Resulting in the plane exploding, yes


Standing in the mirror
Looking at myself in the mirror


My vision of that money getting clearer
I can clearly see myself obtaining wealth


Hold on let me get this shit right
Wait, let me make sure I understand this correctly


Scratch that it's gettin' nearer
Actually, it's approaching closer


Some of this actually happened
Parts of this story are based on reality


I was weed nappin' wasn't shit
I was relaxing while smoking weed, insignificant


Now they pay us for the raps we kick
Now we receive payment for our rhymes


My hotel smell like confidence
My hotel room has the scent of self-assurance


They hate us but that weed
They dislike us, but marijuana


Smoke bring on compliments
Smoking brings positive remarks


So roll this paper
Prepare this joint


Tell the waitress get my drink from off the coaster
Instruct the waitress to bring my drink from the coaster


Bring the bitch that love to smoke and
Bring the woman who enjoys smoking


Get the weight from off my shoulders
Relieve me of the burdens and responsibilities


Yeah, I be flying everywhere nigga
Yes, I travel extensively


Sometimes I don't even know where
Sometimes I'm unaware of my location


The fuck I'm at I be waking up
I wake up in unfamiliar places


Random motherfuckers be knocking on my door and shit
Random people knock on my door unexpectedly


Like 'who the fuck is that?'
Asking, 'who is that person?'


Nosey ass cleaning lady
Curious cleaning lady


You wanna hit this weed?
Do you want to smoke marijuana with me?


Stains from your make-up
Traces left by your makeup


Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up
Prepare a joint for me as soon as I wake up


Young nigga, but got my cake up
I'm a young person, but I have accumulated wealth


Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane
Now I'm getting off the airplane


Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit
Having a pleasant aroma, marijuana is being smoked


Look at my bitch, we the shit
Observe my girlfriend, we are excellent


Probably high what they say
They might assume we are intoxicated


When they see us
When they encounter us


But they never say that we broke
However, they never claim we are poor


Kush in every J that we smoke
Marijuana strain called Kush is in every joint we smoke


Putting rings on every finger
Wearing rings on each finger


Never put 'em out, just let the smoke linger
We never remove them, allowing the smoke to stay


Champagne for the girls
Providing champagne for the girls


Straight shots for my niggas
Taking shots of alcohol with my friends


Started small but now the money getting bigger
We began with little, but now our wealth is increasing


It all get better with time
Everything improves over time


Rather go hard instead of unwind
I prefer to work harder instead of relaxing


And play your part and I'ma play mine
You fulfill your role, and I'll do the same


Feel me?
Do you understand what I'm saying?


Motherfuckers always speakin' out of turn
People always talking at the wrong moment


They don't know nothin' about this shit
They are ignorant about this situation


That's why I'm me and you're you
That's why I am who I am, and you are who you are


Matter of fact, fuck that this Taylor Gang
In fact, forget that, this is Taylor Gang


Tgod nigga ain't shit changed gang
Taylor Gang, nothing has changed, gang


What up Ricky P richard
Greetings to Ricky P Richard


Don't smoke that pound without me Richard
Do not smoke that pound of marijuana without me, Richard


Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom
Do not have your meal in the bathroom




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Cameron Jibril Thomas

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Comments from YouTube:

@lrd_flacko3017

Welcome back to the days of riding round with the boys, blowing smoke and banging trap wiz....


DONT SMOKE THAT POUND WITH OUT ME RICHARD!!!!

@therealmac4940

its crazy how when this mixtape came out everybody hated it and now looking back on it people say they love this wiz and he changed and shit lmao confusing people we are

@Slayer0941

Some people are always gonna hate. Just let them. Any real Wiz fan fucks with everything he puts out. Everyone else is fake.

@BrownCuber

it's because real taylors who always liked this come back and listen. tgod

@reesejay9267

I never doubt anything Wiz drops and when this came out I knew it was a instant classic πŸ”₯

@reesejay9267

Steven B true that

@gunnaike

The real Mac i aint everyday me and my brothers rolling up that chacolope and canalope to this wake up 28 grams still playing or we still on the game smoking whole house smell like coffe wake up and your breath even smell like coffe miss them days they in prison now hy hy love whiz yo

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@tonihale88

riicchhhaarrrrddd!!!!!!dont smoke that pound without me richard

@tyronehooper6976

Toni Hale lol

@princevegeta7609

Toni Hale this niqqa sound like me when im baked fam

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