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conversations.value: Write me a song called Out in Space with the following description: This is the second track off Saga of Wiz Khalifa mixtape and Wiz first upfront collaboration with Quavo.
  On this Mike Dean produced banger, Wiz and Quavo trade verses with a fast flow about their come up and position in the rap game, as well as boasting their large sums of money. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough
  Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up
  No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up
  Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up
  Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up
  Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it
  My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it
  Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it
  Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
  Real G's move in silence,
   my niggas are dangerous
  Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane
  Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain
  Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid
  Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game
  [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  Got a new car and a bustdown
  I was down bad, but I'm up now
  And I puff loud when I come 'round
  And we just met, she in love now
  I'm a straight player, I don't cuff now
  I get to the bag, I just run 'round
  I'm on KK, I need one pound
  When I call a play, it's a touchdown
  I'ma beat it down, money, need a pile of it
  Blowin' strong and I even fly with it
  Team that I'm with, they don't violate it
  Got a man, but she couldn't hide in it
  Say she can't get enough, late night, I hit her up
  Smokin', not drinkin', so I'm 'bout to pick her up
  Had me one rolled soon as her nigga left
  Like when I choke her, don't let her get her breath [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & 
  Quavo
  ]
  Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough
  Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up
  No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up
  Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up
  Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up
  Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it
  My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it
  Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it
  Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
  Real G's move in silence, my niggas are dangerous
  Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane
  Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain
  Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid
  Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game (
  Quavo, woah
  )
  [Verse 2: Quavo]
  Connected, my Cookie, that's what Huncho rollin' up
  Walk around Takeoff, do not kick his double cup
  Offset so crazy, you might end up poured up (Pour 'em up)
  Lookin' for your bitch, she out somewhere cuddled up
  Circle is tight, look like a huddle-up
  Tryna get right, young nigga double up (Double up)
  I paid for the bitch to go get a new tummy tuck
  Gang come in first, we don't run with runner-ups
  Walk in the club with my motherfuckin' burner tucked (Burner tucked, grraow)
  I am your leader, your favorite achiever
  I bought the baguettes, the Pave is cheaper
  Quavo Huncho, I'm trappin' with Wiz Khalifa [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough
  Won't let these niggas up, smoke when I'm wakin' up
  No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up
  Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up
  Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up
  Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it
  My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it
  Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it
  Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
  Real G's move in silence, my niggas are dangerous
  Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane
  Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain
  Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid
  Fuck niggas hate, guess that come with the game
  [Outro]
  (
  Jerm on the boards
  )