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[Verse 1 - Wiz
I cop me one, cop me one for my old
You she my newest bitch, she my old girl
Khalifa, a younger who handle his
get in my car, ask what the channel is
Boss shit, look up my nigga, I handle biz
On fire, a candle is
be dressing off the mannequin
Hmm, and I get fresh like where camera's is?
Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish
Could of been the President, rather be the man

- Wiz Khalifa]
Now when I get paid, my checks be looking like phone
Now when I get paid, my checks be looking like phone
(You can shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm millions
(You can talk bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm talking

Time is money so I went and bought a (Bought a Rolex)
Time is money so I went and a Rolex (Bought a Rolex)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm talking
(You can talk bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, I'm talking millions
(You can shit bitch, I'm worth a million, what?)

2 - Trae Tha Truth]
I'm in the hood off this something corner surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm surfing
faces, I'm shitting on them diamond infested
Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my is invested
I'm the king and I'm thugged out
Any block, any club, I it out
I the one for competition, I'ma blow it out
I'm going hard, I don't plan on going out
I'm money, probably something you don't know about
I stunt hard, you would swear that I was out
Don't tell me get them, I got and I'ma throw them out
And back door on these hoes that I was out
While I'm in this machine, the top
Tell them the sky is the limit
With a four of freaks, she got her in my lap
So deep you would she was hiding in it

[Verse 3 - Big
Shrimp, steak, liquor, and
Real shit boy, these imposters
deserve a Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh my God sir,
I got and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeah
Counting seven digits, no why the money calling
Got your panties Niagara falling
Dollars come like I in the bank
I told them I could, they tell me I
They want me to trip I'm ducking the paint
I'm champagne, and puffing on dank
hard, boy, these niggas got to see me
My hard, your bitch is easy