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(Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa) Up early, smokin' and plottin' Looking at these lames being thankful I'm not them This year couple million out the game And you're wondering how I got them I got it from going hard, I always stay on my job Wanna get high you should come to my spot then And smoke with some heavyweight niggas Jets, Taylor Gang nigga losing's not a option Now I'm always on the road And everywhere I go people asking what I'm rocking I tell em this is next year's fresh and this year's best And some shit you niggas not in, so quit copyin' (Interlude: Wiz Khalifa) Yeah man You niggas got it confused, trying to do what the fuck we do That's not the point The point is for you to do you It's a beautiful thing (Verse 2: Currensy) I'm in the regal, you in a rut Stuck, can't come up Old, jealous niggas hatin' on us Bitches is wishin' you'd shut the fuck up Letras de cancionesI'm in the position, set my niggas up tough What the fuck, just jump Continents I promise it I could go from bucks to billions in a minute Made a split second decision Executed with precision I feel attention when I walk in the room Old cuddly ass niggas go to hidin' they woman Thinkin' I'mma walk up to 'em, but I don't do it Baby girl know the big shit from the manure I could help you shine like a jeweler Candy paint make an old whip newer From Letras Mania