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[Wiz Khalifa]
Money, money, money
It’s young Khalifa man
And I got money, hoes, money and hoes
I got money, hoes, money and hoes

Big money talking to you
Muthaf-cker thats cause big money bought it to you
I’ll be stuntin while them little n-ggas sayin’ nothing

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
High ceilings, high hoes, high prices for my clothes
and I don’t even pay for it
Barely no major shit
Need a bitch, take a bitch, straight back to that big crib
Let you roll some rapper weed, put you on some new shit
Hit this weed, I show you how I do this
My excuse is I’m in Cali so my smoke’s highly exclusive
And my bitch bad, my money’s through the roof
Your money short you looking mad
You Danny Bonaduce bitch
I’m jumpin’ in my coupe
I’m rollin’ something that taste like fruit
And I hear them n-ggas talkin’ shit but theres nothing
much that they can do
When I got a bitch in your city, you should try when
you see her
Never trippin’ on no hoes, n-gga what you thought we
gettin’ money over here

I’m ballin’ hard, my n-ggas in the same game
I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing
I’m throwin’ signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
I’m on the team, it’s lookin like I gang bang
I’m rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing
I’m smokin’ weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I’m throwin signs it’s looking like I gang bang

[Big Sean]
I tell a bitch bow down to a muthaf-cking G hoe
I work hard, I drink slow
But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey cause I’m a
cheapo
Sippin’ on Pinot Grigio, really hoe, got everything like
I got me a genie hoe, yeah
My car look like a building, diamonds dancing on top of
my wrist
Bitch I’m ten feet tall when I’m standing on top of my dick
You a sucker hoe, sucka hoe
I’m success, I feel like a million dollars, bitch I’m up next
Money in my hand, I don’t need no hand out
And they all got their hands up cause they f-ck with me
hands down
And the car I push got more tent than a camp round
And my picture always on your bitch background
Like Prada, it’s just me and Cyhi
Young enough to be your son, but she call me big papa
She gave me her oh nana, now disappear like tada
She smoking on that Tada, now who the f-ck gon stop her

[Wiz Khalifa]
I’m ballin’ hard, my n-ggas in the same game
I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing
I’m throwin’ signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
I’m on the team, it’s lookin like I gang bang
I’m rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing
I’m smokin’ weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I’m throwin signs it’s looking like I gang bang