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[Verse 1 - Wiz
I cop me one, cop me one for my old
You think she my bitch, she my old girl
Khalifa, a younger who handle his
get in my car, ask what the channel is
Boss shit, that up my nigga, I handle biz
On fire, a candle is
Niggas be dressing off the
Hmm, and I get fresh like where them is?
Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch friends
Could of the President, rather be the man instead

- Wiz Khalifa]
Now I get paid, my checks be looking like phone numbers
Now I get paid, my checks be looking like phone numbers
(You can shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm millions
(You can shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm millions

Time is money so I went and a Rolex (Bought a Rolex)
Time is money so I went and bought a (Bought a Rolex)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm millions
(You can talk bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, I'm talking millions
(You can talk bitch, I'm worth a million, what?)

[Verse 2 - Trae Tha
I'm in the hood off this something corner surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm surfing
Blowing faces, I'm shitting on diamond infested
Time is money, peep the bitch, my time is invested
I'm still the and I'm thugged out
Any block, any club, I it out
I ain't the one for competition, blow it out
I'm going hard, I don't ever plan on out
I'm getting money, something you don't know about
I stunt hard, you would swear that I was out
Don't tell me get them, I got them and I'ma throw out
And back door on these that I was warning out
I'm in this machine, convert the top
Tell that the sky is the limit
With a of freaks, she got her face in my lap
So deep you think she was hiding in it

[Verse 3 - Big
Shrimp, steak, liquor, and
Real shit boy, these niggas
deserve a Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh my God sir,
I got this and and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeah
seven digits, no wonder why the money calling
Got your bitch panties Niagara
Dollars come I fuck in the bank
I told them I could, they tell me I
They want me to trip I'm ducking the paint
I'm popping champagne, and puffing on
hard, boy, these niggas got to see me
My dick hard, bitch is easy