OTTR

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]

Try and hand me a joint, Burner

Mm-hmm...

Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz

How Fly boys, hmh-hmh-hmh

That's what you wanna call us, anyway

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

They're saying, it's 'bout time some real niggas made it

And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous

And some don't understand, but listen close and you'll find out

I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out

I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign

I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous

And niggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it

Just let me roll one up, and when it's stuffed I'ma blaze it

Then we off to the races

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Starsky and Hutch, minus the fuzz

Me and Spitta stick together like, huh

Cotton and mud, some chicks counting up buds

Mouth got cotton, prolly from the drug

Lot of pot in my process, love

Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed

Judge me by my progress, bruh

I obsess with every dollar I get

Fuck you think we made it out the projects for?

The object is to make money, and get the most from it

And mo' money, cause more money ain't enough of it

I know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing

Just blow money and ain't got nothing to show for it, that’s fucking stupid

Same as my diamonds, and the fact I'm buying all this new shit

Made a million a way, a nigga grind’ll be a blueprint

I’m talking champagne shit, Audemar tailor made shit

Look at my jackets, they handmade, bitch

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

They're saying it’s 'bout time some real niggas made it

And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous

And some don’t understand, but listen close and you’ll find out

I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out

I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign

I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous

And niggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it

Just let me roll one up and when it’s stuffed up, I'ma blaze it

Then we off to the races

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

And I'm a pimp, see

Leaning in my ride, like how Bun be, sitting tall on my chrome seat

But I'm low in the seat, my girl in the sheet, fast asleep

I’m in the street after the cheddar

Peddling melodies, purchasing better things

On the road to the riches, I done drove over niggas

My nigga we major, we been major since independent

Made it to where they saying we made it, but we ain't hearing it

We too busy getting it, hound dog sniffing it out

Twisting a whole pound, celebrating the fact that

Them wack fools had it, but this here's the take back

And them haters can't hate that

Salute me from across a crowded club, homie, I take that as love

Real-nigga shit, the only thing I'm dealing with, sir

Bitch, you know that I'm the reason that you still in this club

Get out the corner of my eye, and get in this truck

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

They're saying it’s 'bout time some real niggas made it

And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous

And some don’t understand, but listen close and you'll find out

I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out

I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign

I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous

And niggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it

Just let me roll one up, and when it's stuffed up I'ma blaze it

Then we off to the races

[Verse 3: Big Sean]

Yelling, "Suck a dick or die, hoe"

See your main bitch is my side hoe

Smoking top shelf on the top floor

I'm a boss bitch, I take my time and get it pronto

You probably fucking around doing some shit I ain't got time for (Pussy boy)

Fuck you and your whole anatomy, bitch

My new crib look like an academy, bitch

It’s Finally Famous the faculty, bitch

Killin' these niggas, no casualties, money

And weed is a real nigga salary

Man, these rappers sound like me

And honestly that shit is so flattering, bitch

(Thank you, thank you, thank you) They want me to slip up and fall

Crash, burn, but I just keep pissing them off (Off)

I got movies to make (Make) I got women to call (Call)

I got deals on the table, I can't be dealing with y’all, nigga

Rather crash parties and burn money (Money)

And if you pick the ashes up, you still can't earn from me (From me)

Bottom line is I never wait in line, bitch

And I’m rolling King Kush, I'm your Royal Highness

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

They're saying it's 'bout time some real niggas made it

And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous

And some don’t understand, but listen close and you’ll find out

I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out

I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign

I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous

And niggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it

Just let me roll one up and when it's stuffed up, I'ma blaze it

Then we off to the races