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[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] They saying, it's bout time some real niggas made it And when I go outside they sayin' I'm famous And some don't understand but listen close and you'll find out I'm running through the ground, you smell the kush when I ride out I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign I travel across seas where women are gorgeous And niggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it Just let me roll it up and when it's stuffed we blaze it Then we off to the races [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz Me and Spitta stick together like... huh! Cotton and mud, some chicks countin' up buds Mouth got cotton prol from the drug Lot of pot in my process love? Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed Judge me by my progress bruh! I obsess with every dollar I get Fuck you think we made it out the projects for The object is to make money and get the most from it And more money, cause more money ain't enough of it I know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing Just blow money and ain't got nothin to show for it That's fucking stupid! Letras de cancionesSame as my diamonds and the fact I'm buying all this new shit Made a million a way a nigga grind'll be a blueprint I'm talkin' champagne shit Audemar Tailor Made shit Look at my jackets, say "hand made" bitch [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] [Verse 2: Curren$y] And I'm a Pimp C Leaning in my ride like I Bun B Sittin' tall on my chrome seat but I'm blowin the c? My girl in the sheet fast asleep I'm in the street after the chedder Peddlin' melodies, purchasin' better things On the road to the riches I done drove over niggas My nigga we major, we been major since independant Made it to what they sayin, we made it but we ain't handed We too busy gettin it Hound dog sniffin' it out Twistin' a whole pound celebratin' the fact that Them wack fools had it but this here's the take back And them haters can't hate that Salute me from across a crowded club Homie, I take that as love Real nigga shit the only thing I'm dealing with slim Bitch you know that I'm the only reason you still in this club Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] [Verse 3: Big Sean] Yellin' "suck a dick or die hoe" See your main bitch is my side hoe Smokin' top shelf on the top flo' I'm a boss bitch I take my time and get a pronto? You probably fuckin' around doing some shit I ain't got time fo' Pussy boy! Fuck you and your hoe anatomy bitch My nuclear like an academy bitch It's Finally Famous the Faculty bitch Killin' these niggas no casualties Money and weed is a real nigga salary Man, these rappers sound like me and Honestly that shit is so flattering bitch (Thank you, thank you, thank you) You want me to slip up and fall Crash, burn, but I just keep pissin' them off I got movies to make I got women to call I got deals on the table I can't be dealin' with y'all (Nigga) Rather crash parties and burn money And if you pick the ashes up you still can't earn from me Bottom line is, I never wait in line bitch And I'm rollin' King Kush, I'm your Royal Highness [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] From Letras Mania