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[Verse 1 - Wiz
I cop me one, cop me one for my old
You think she my newest bitch, she my old
Khalifa, a younger nigga who his
Hoes get in my car, ask the channel is
Boss shit, look up my nigga, I handle biz
On fire, like a is
Niggas be off the mannequin
Hmm, and I get like where them camera's 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 when I get paid, my checks be looking phone numbers
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm a million)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm talking
(You can talk bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, I'm talking millions

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

[Verse 2 - Tha Truth]
I'm in the hood off this something corner surfing
Float, no water, my is waving, I'm polar surfing
Blowing faces, I'm shitting on diamond infested
Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my time is
I'm still the king and I'm 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 plan on going out
I'm getting money, probably you don't know about
I stunt hard, you would swear that I was out
tell me get them, I got them and I'ma throw them out
And back door on hoes that I was warning out
While I'm in this machine, the top
them that the sky is the limit
With a of freaks, she got her face in my lap
So deep you would think she was in it

[Verse 3 - Big
Shrimp, steak, liquor, and
Real shit boy, niggas imposters
They a Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh my God sir,
I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage,
Counting seven digits, no why the money calling
Got your panties Niagara falling
Dollars come like I in the bank
I told I could, they tell me I can't
They want me to when I'm ducking the paint
I'm champagne, and puffing on dank
hard, boy, these niggas got to see me
My hard, your bitch is easy