[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