[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
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