[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh uh uh uh my friends roll lexus and benzs and spend instrumendous uh
like those endless business niggas from the start was already hot no
prob openin shop the flow ready rock so many tryna knock my hustle half
of ya'll don't ain't even got no hustle I'm into livin good so I bring
heat with the flow just how a nigga should come between me and my dough I
wish a nigga would roll O's and cigarillos my black rim low the way I
stack indo attract nymphos cats sick tho to impress by how that honey
walk me I'm trying come up on some ways to make that money talk sink or
swim I'm a hungry shark and I want it all cribs and a foreign car all
tomorrow I could be gone tomorrow that's why I grind like it's my last
day hundred fuckin roaches in my ash tray.
[Chorus:]
Now I know I ain't livin right... but it feels good [x4]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh huh uh my weed kicks like jet lee flicks test me kid slap shots like
gretzky hits the best kept secret yes he is the cats out the bag I puff
puff and I pass you dumbfucks and I laugh what you hatin for why you
just standing outside what you waitin for I'm blowin on and 8th or more
touring for my paper boy before I hit the club I need a blunt a two a
three a four bad bitches thirsty for stars with mad riches wanna ride
with em rest they head on televisions I don't bag bitches they hop in
you just follow and you bag bitches you're not a pimp I was schooled by
the best of em now they cuttin checks for him ain't gettin money then
it's prolly for the rest of them somethin like a legend when I? what I
wrote be in the big cloud from the blunts that I smoke...
[Chorus]
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