Wiz Khalifa - Real Estate lyrics

[Intro] Ugh ya'll already know what it is man If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang Ugh, its not a problem, we spending change [Verse 1] Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage they feelin ‘em at all, these n***as a mirage handling my biz like a full body of ma**age, hands on n***as gon hate, hoes wanna menage cops f** wit me hopin to get a charge hoes leaving their man, f**in us cause our cars if its one thing I know, its smokin and living large got me speedin down the interstate see what I'm eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate hey she f**in me cause how I win a race plus I aint cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake wait I'm talkin fast car, big estate money come in cash plus in the bank n***a don't believe me, throw it in your face b**h I'm in the building like real estate [Chorus] They say I'm still the same you know it aint a thang Beside the zip code aint a damn thang changed I'm gettin money, keep the champaigne coming Might crack a smile but aint a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha I'm straight, when you gettin money muthafukas gonna hate find the baddest b**h and get her number, I dont even call her (call her, call her) feel like a million dollars When they make it, they should put my face up on a million dollar bill dollar bill, dollar bill cause thats how I feel yup cause thats how I feel yup cause thats how I feel yup cause thats how I feel yup when they make it, they should put my face up on a million dollar bill dollar bill, dollar bill cause thats how I feel yup cause thats how I feel yup cause thats how I feel yup cause thats how I feel yup hey [Verse 2] Ballin's not a hobby, its my occupation hoes on my dick, thats my confirmation couple stars with me, thats a constelation Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, thats my conversation touch the pedal once, it look like I'm racing eyes chinese, smoke like I'm jamacian, V.I.P rollin' doobies up and face it 12 bottles of Rose, I'm on some gang sh** gettin all the sh**, cake crumblin aint nothin, told them lil n***as I take from ‘em laughin my all the way to the bank tried to talk but they can't they just stand there when they starin hatin, mumblin, what you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin started kinda hot, now its safe to say we bubblin 400 on a zip, blow it all day another city, state, another mill to make [Chorus]