[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
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They saying, it's bout time some real niggas made it
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And when I go outside they sayin' I'm famous
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And some don't understand but listen close and you'll find out
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I'm running through the ground, you smell the kush when I ride out
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I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
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I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
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And niggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it
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Just let me roll it up and when it's stuffed we blaze it
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Then we off to the races
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[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
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Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
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Me and Spitta stick together like... huh!
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Cotton and mud, some chicks countin' up buds
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Mouth got cotton prol from the drug
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Lot of pot in my process love?
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Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed
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Judge me by my progress bruh!
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I obsess with every dollar I get
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F-ck you think we made it out the projects for
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The object is to make money and get the most from it
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And more money, cause more money aint enough of it
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I know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing
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Just blow money and aint got nothin to show for it
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That's f-cking stupid!
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Same as my diamonds and the fact I'm buying all this new shit
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Made a million a way a nigga grind'll be a blueprint
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I'm talkin' champagne shit
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Audemar Tailor Made shit
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Look at my jackets, say "hand made" bitch
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[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
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[Curren$y - Verse 2]
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And I'ma Pimp C
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Leaning in my ride like I Bun B
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Sittin' tall on my chrome seat but I'm blowin the c?
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My girl in the sheet fast asleep
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I'm in the street after the chedder
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Peddlin' melodies, purchasin' better things
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On the road to the riches I done drove over n-ggas
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My n-gga we major, we been major since independant
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Made it to what they sayin, we made it but we aint handed
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We too busy gettin it
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Hound dog sniffin' it out
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Twistin' a whole pound celebratin' the fact that
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Them wack fools had it but this here's the take back
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And them haters can't hate that
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Salute me from across a crowded club
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Homie, I take that as love
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Real n-gga shit the only thing I'm dealing with slim
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Bitch you know that I'm the only reason you still in this club
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Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck
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[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
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[Big Sean - Verse 3]
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Yellin' "suck a dick or die hoe"
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See your main bitch is my side hoe
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Smokin' top shelf on the top flo'
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I'm a boss bitch
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I take my time and get a pronto?
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You probably f-ckin' around doing some shit I aint got time fo'
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P-ssy boy!
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F-ck you and your hoe anatomy bitch
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My nuclear like an academy bitch
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It's Finally Famous the Faculty bitch
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Killin' these niggas no casualties
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Money and weed is a real nigga salary
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Man, these rappers sound like me and
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Honestly that shit is so flattering bitch
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(Thank you, thank you, thank you)
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You want me to slip up and fall
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Crash, burn, but I just keep pissin' them off
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I got movies to make
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I got women to call
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I got deals on the table
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I can't be dealin' with y'all
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(Nigga)
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Rather crash parties and burn money
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And if you pick the ashes up you still can't earn from me
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Bottom line is, I never wait in line bitch
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And I'm rollin' King Kush, I'm your Royal Highness
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[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
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O.T.T.R
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| Wiz Khalifa |
