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[Intro:] Ugh Ya'll already know what it is man If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang Ugh, it's not a problem, we spending change [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage They feelin 'em at all, these niggas a mirage Handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on Niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage Cops fuck with me hopin to get a charge Hoes leaving their man, fuckin us cause our cars If it's one thing I know, it's smokin and living large Got me speedin down the interstate See what I'm eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate Hey she fuckin me cause how I win a race Plus I ain't cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake Wait I'm talkin fast car, big estate Money come in cash plus in the bank Nigga don't believe me, throw it in your face Bitch I'm in the building like real estate [Chorus:] They say I'm still the same You know it ain't a thang Letras de cancionesExcept the zipcode ain't a damn thang changed I'm gettin money, keep the champaigne coming Might crack a smile but ain't a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha I'm straight, when you gettin money muthaf-kas gonna hate Find the baddest bitch and get her number, I don't even call her (call her, call her) Feel like a million dollars When they make it, They should put my face up on a million dollar bill Dollar bill, dollar bill Cause that's how I feel yup Cause that's how I feel yup Cause that's how I feel yup Cause that's how I feel yup When they make it, They should put my face up on a million dollar bill Dollar bill, dollar bill Cause that's how I feel yup Cause that's how I feel yup Cause that's how I feel yup Cause that's how I feel yup Hey [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Ballin's not a hobby, it's my occupation Hoes on my dick, that's my confirmation Couple stars with me, that's a constelation Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, that's my conversation Touch the pedal once, it look like I'm racing Eyes chinese, smoke like I'm jamacian, V.I.P rollin' doobies up and face it 12 bottles of Rose, I'm on some gang shit Gettin all the shit, cake crumblin Ain't nothin, told them lil niggas I take from 'em Laughin my all the way to the bank Tried to talk but they can't They just stand ther, e when they starin Hatin, mumblin, What you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin Started kinda hot, now it's safe to say we bubblin 400 on a zip, blow it all day Another city, state, another mill to make [Chorus] From Letras Mania