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[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] This what dreams are made of Good weed and cold drinks Taylor, Taylor, Taylor Thanks for putting this together Jerm! We gon be here forever And you ain't trippin Really this high [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] If you offer me all the money in the World I wouldn't trade it for my girl, my family Or the niggas that you see me riding with me outta town Or internationally, they gon fly with me, kinda fry? Rollin the papers so they get high with me And if I decide to give this up they gon retire with me Enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me And fucking hater burn in hell Sippin champagne while the waiter breaking shells Niggas scream my name probably praying that I fail The money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale Gotta weigh it on a scale? Niggas blow that, bitches know that Never touch blood, chill with us once, never go back Little homie, that's real VVS diamonds, my stones are that I'll Letras de cancionesMy watch is an Audemar on smoking OG till my problems gone You try and call your man he ain't got no more Probably cause I bought it all [Hook:] As we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed Fast livin, I'm taking them hoes on trips Go to places they never been I'm just gettin it how it's supposed to be As we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed Fast livin, I'm taking them hoes on trips Go to places they never been I'm just gettin it how it's supposed to be [Verse 2: Curren$y] Aquafina and the bong I'm off in that medina when I'm done Just sound the alarm, bitch top drop like Mardi Gras beads bein thrown Francesca you's a mess girl, carry on Car smelling like a pound when I pull up at the avalon Pull your own weight I don't have no time for tag-alongs Don't know what you yapping for, stacking dough Catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches Cell phone in my pocket My Blackberry biotches Have 'em ready, I'll watch em, daddy back Niggas plottin' on the Jets but we got em We just waiting to drop 'em They vex cause we poppin' And them hoes ain't worry 'bout 'em They sure came up What they sayin about them boys from the bottom? Paparazzi cameras spot em Flash when you see they faces History in the makin I was high when I made it so I can play it for them haters [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Sean] Used to want a chain, now I got 6 Used to want a Rollie like Pac now it's on my wrist, woah Livin' the life niggas told me was a myth (myth) Same niggas try an' get up on my list (what) Since I started buzzin', I got eighteen eleven cousins? New bitches tryna join the team and old ones that I'm cutting Sky high class livin but niggas still grinding Cause I'm surrounded with the same niggas and girls since I had nothin' Now, I got signed to my idol Seen some of my favourite rappers turn rivals 'Ye told me kill em so a nigga gotta drop 'em Peep the Jesus chain he gave me since I can't keep up with Bibles No, young nigga heeding to the title Where it's at? That's the top man, these niggas gon recycle What, my shit is like a B.I.G recital But you can't hold a real nigga down that's why I keep real niggas round [Hook] From Letras Mania