Curren$y - OTTR lyrics

[Refrain - Wiz Khalifa] They're saying it's about time Some real n***as made it And when I go outside, they saying I'm famous And some don't understand But listen close and you'll find out I'm running through the grams You smell the kush when I ride out I'm moving at top speed My engine is foreign I travel across seas Where women are gorgeous And n***as know it's us We make it tough to mistake it Just let me roll it up and When it's stuffed, we blaze it Then we off to the races [Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa] Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz Me and Spitta stick together like, huh Cotton and mud, some chicks counting up buds Mouth got cotton, prolly from the d** Lot of pot in my process, love Don't hate a n***a cause I'm blessed Judge me by my progress bruh I obsess with every dollar I get f** you think we made it out the projects for The object is to make money and get the most from it And more money, cause more money ain't enough of it I know n***as who had money and let it go to nothing Just blow money and ain't got nothing to show for it That's f**ing stupid Same as my diamonds and the fact I'm buying all this new sh** Made a million a way a n***a grind'll be a blueprint I'm talking champagne sh** Audemar Tailor Made sh** Look at my jackets, say hand made b**h [Hook] [Verse 2 - Curren$y] I'mma pimp, see Leaning in my ride like how Bun B Sitting tall on my chrome seat but I'm I'm low in the seat My girl in the sheet fast asleep I'm in the street after the cheddar Peddling melodies, purchasing better things On the road to the riches I dunn drove over n***as My n***a we major, we been major since independent Made it to what they saying We made it but we ain't hearing it We too busy getting it Hound dog sniffing it out Twisting a whole pound, celebrating the fact that Them wack fools had it but this here's the take back And them haters can't hate that Salute me from across a crowded club Homie, I take that as love Real n***a sh** the only thing I'm dealing with slim b**h you know that I'm the only reason that you still in this club Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck [Hook] [Verse 3 - Big Sean] Yelling s** a dick or die ho See your main b**h is my side ho Smoking top shelf on the top floor I'm a boss b**h I take my time and get it pronto You probably f**ing around Doing some sh** I ain't got time for p**y boy f** you and your ho anatomy b**h My new crib look like an academy b**h It's Finally Famous the Faculty b**h k**in' these n***as no casualties Money and weed is a real n***a salary Man, these rappers sound like me and Honestly that sh** is so flattering b**h Thank you, thank you, thank you They want me to slip up and fall Crash, burn, but I just keep pissing them off I got movies to make I got women to call I got deals on the table I can't be dealing with y'all Rather crash parties and burn money And if you pick the ashes up you still can't earn from me Bottom line is, I never wait in line b**h And I'm rolling King Kush, I'm your Royal Highness