(Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa)
I could count this money with my eyes closed
No he didn't, baby I know
Cop another ride off of my iPhone
High off marijuana but I ride low
Crocodile seats, he don't pocket dial me
Riding down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk
Call an uber for the night, your broad with me
KK in the jar, jugging all through the city
Let your bitch put this bape hoodie on when they get chilly
The take it off
All this money I make and i'm going stronger
And you fake and roll a joint and I bake it
Ain't shit a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic
Work for everything you can't take it
All we know is big money, our bitches rolling our planes
with
Apple TV and Netflix hooked up playing our favorites, same
shit
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I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets
on swole
I do just what I want don't see myself turn in to no one
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
(Verse 2 - Curren$y)
Bong rips
Double SS, oh yes it's the OG
Bithc you guessed it, no question
Smith and Wesson flip, lyrical weapon
Finnesin, that's how we bring them checks in
Balcony sexing, then it's on the next one
Her best friend, rolling more blessings
Got doobies in my Louie for protection
But you still smell them
I'm too gone off this to maneuver, I might have to call an
uber
Get me through the, traffic, a lighter and a cool ass driver
So we got action, I'm not about to pass it
I got barriers, pick one out this batch and yot can have it
I run off, fuck this meeting for an hour or so
Talking million dollars you know
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