[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] And they say they ballin' but I do it how the pros do Where we goin next? We gon let my hoes choose No socks and my boat shoes Guess a nigga eating good like whole foods Not a couple cameras now they bring the whole crew Bad bitch ride with me so she pose too See me and my guys like a plane flown through Hella high roll up weed up like I'm supposed too And now I'm into big things On the building you need to know the tenant rate Gettin paid still ridin no shirt Let a bitch give me brain call it home work Niggas try hatin' on 'em but it don't work
[Chorus:] Alota shit done change New clothes new car new things Sayin boy they used to be at the bottom Came up that's what they say Used to not be allowed in the building But now we on the roof top Used to not be allowedd in the building But now we on the roof top Slow money just better than gettin' no money
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Learn to get good show money, that's yo money Get comfortable with it, really know money Rich nigga shit, that really goes for me Self made nigga, well played I'm on the plane drinkin' champagne and lemonade You tryna copy what's done, I'm tryna innovate And club owners getting tired of tryna ventilate BIG MISTAKE I'm too busy finding places and trips to take The more I smoke the more money my business make Remember they used to be like "who is this? " Now, I'm up in this bitch, they light up like independance day When you around the real, you keep it real everyday My niggas keep it real, so I hear what they say Either you getting paid, or you paying to play Either you on your grind or you stay out the way
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[Verse 3: Curren$y] Uhh, just made a million, got another million on my schedule The pick up on my Ferrari, you jets or you jetless You niggas ain't help us, on second thoughts you did They hatin was the fuel for this shit so you wrote your own check off a hoe ass Sweatin bullets at home, wondering if she coming back and she she can smell it on ya That's why you only see her when you buying stuff for her We was sneaking in then it was general admission Now we own the arena deciding who allowed in it Our windows ain't tinted, pimpin, I ain't trippin' Had showered that shit, I'm just ballin' and chillin We plooted this out, one night in the city Now we Los Angeles, medicine cabinet twisting Our habits are expensive, we gotta have it Twit-pic'ing when we get it and they mad at us Fuck them niggas
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[Wiz Khalifa] Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes When you putting in work, that's how it goes Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes When you putting in work, that's how it goes Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes When you putting in work, that's how it goes Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes When you putting in work, that's how it goes
And if the kids tryna be like me, they probably smoking bout an O. Oh, ain't my fault though!
Compositores: Cameron Jibril Thomaz (Wiz Khalifa), Brandon Michael Green, Shante Franklin ECAD: Obra #5272857 Fonograma #2133241