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This your boy Wiz man
And I'm a my shit, yeah, bitch
I ya'll niggas is used to hearing my voice by now,
And if not, get to it

I woke up a California dream again,
Next to someone's daughter who I'll never meet again
You call her a groupie
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her hours thinking bout what she do and when
I be on that 747 flying frequent
You get all the press and try to check for I'm due to land
And get home in the daytime, way the PM
Tryin' to living out this dream so I be sleeping in
And ask me if I'm lonely
I long as my money good cause she my one and only
Critics got they up in my business gettin nosy
But I'm just out here on for anyone who knows me
No, I ain't in my position comfy
Drinking and ifa chief and bring alisa oz
I stay me some backup, in case you run up on me
He gonna play the pastor, a nigga holy

call me the 501 Don
Mr. know he got a of 501's on
My marijuana strong and these hoes ain't shit but calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was fucked up
Made it to my crib we was both drunk,
Now you on some lame shit, you're my main bitch
Do us both a fav, don't text, don't call me,
I was made to ball it's Spaulding rolling
They say I'm the bomb and they call Wiz,
Hotter than New Orleans, or a foreman grill,
And Chevy eyes like Jalil
I'll is I go so I need sudafed,
Big dog nigga all poodle fed
Money in the all through the vent
got time to blow