OTTR

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Try and hand me a joint, Burner
Hm-mm...
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
Mild flat boys
That's what you wanna call us anyway

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
They're saying it's about time some real n*ggas made it
And when I go outside, they saying I'm famous
And some don't understand but listen close and you'll find out
I'm running through the grams
You smell the kush when I ride out
I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And n*ggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll it up and when it's stuffed up, we'll 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 drugs
Lot of pot in my process, love
Don't hate a n*gga cause I'm blessed
Judge me by my progress bruh
I obsess with every dollar I get
f*ck you think we made it out the projects for?
The object is to make money and get the most from it
And more money, cause more money ain't enough of it
I know n*ggas who had money and let it go to nothing
Just blow money and ain't got nothing to show for it
That's f*cking stupid
Same as my diamonds and the fact I'm buying all this new sh*t
Made a million a way a n*gga grind'll be a blueprint
I'm talking champagne sh*t, Audemar tailor made sh*t
Look at my jackets, say hand made b*tch

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
They're saying it's about time some real n*ggas made it
And when I go outside, they saying I'm famous
And some don't understand but listen close and you'll find out
I'm running through the grams
You smell the kush when I ride out
I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And n*ggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll it up and when it's stuffed up, we'll blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And I'mma pimp, see
Leaning in my ride like how Bun B
Sitting tall on my chrome seat but I'm 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 n*ggas
My n*gga we major, we been major since independent
Made it to what 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 n*gga sh*t the only thing I'm dealing with slim
b*tch 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

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
They're saying it's about time some real n*ggas made it
And when I go outside, they saying I'm famous
And some don't understand but listen close and you'll find out
I'm running through the grams
You smell the kush when I ride out
I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And n*ggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll it up and when it's stuffed up, we'll blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Yelling, "Suck a di*k or die ho"
See your main b*tch is my side ho
Smoking top shelf on the top floor
I'm a boss b*tch, I take my time and get it pronto
You probably f*cking around
Doing some sh*t I ain't got time for, pus*y boy
f*ck you and your ho anatomy b*tch
My new crib look like an academy b*tch
It's Finally Famous the faculty b*tch
Killin' these n*ggas no casualties
Money and weed is a real n*gga salary
Man, these rappers sound like me and
Honestly that sh*t is so flattering b*tch
Thank you, thank you, thank you
They want me to slip up and fall
Crash, burn, but I just keep p*ssing them off
I got movies to make, I got women to call
I got deals on the table, I can't be dealing with y'all, n*gga
Rather crash parties and burn money
And if you pick the ashes up you still can't earn from me
Bottom line is, I never wait in line b*tch
And I'm rolling King Kush, I'm your royal highness

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
They're saying it's about time some real n*ggas made it
And when I go outside, they saying I'm famous
And some don't understand but listen close and you'll find out
I'm running through the grams
You smell the kush when I ride out
I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And n*ggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll it up and when it's stuffed up, we'll blaze it
Then we off to the races