OTTR - Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)

They're saying it's about time

Some real niggas 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 niggas know it's us

We make it tough to mistake it

Just let me roll it up and

When it's stuffed we blaze it

Then we off to the races

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 ***

Lot of pot in my process love

Don't hate a ni**a cause I'm blessed

Judge me by my progress bruh

I obsess with every dollar I get

F**k 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 niggas who had money and let it go to nothing

Just blow money and ain't got nothing to show for it

That's f**king stupid

Same as my diamonds and the fact I'm buying all this new sh*t

Made a million a way a ni**a grind'll be a blueprint

I'm talking champagne sh*t

Audemar Tailor Made sh*t

Look at my jackets say hand made b**ch

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 dunn drove over niggas

My ni**a 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 ni**a sh*t the only thing I'm dealing with slim

B**ch you know that I'm the only reason that you still in this club

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

Yelling suck a dick or die ho

See your main b**ch is my side ho

Smoking top shelf on the top floor

I'm a boss b**ch

I take my time and get it pronto

You probably f**king around

Doing some sh*t I ain't got time for

P**sy boy

F**k you and your ho anatomy b**ch

My new crib look like an academy b**ch

It's Finally Famous the Faculty b**ch

Killin' these niggas no casualties

Money and w**d is a real ni**a salary

Man these rappers sound like me and

Honestly that sh*t is so flattering b**ch

Thank you thank you thank you

They want me to slip up and fall

Crash burn but I just keep pissing 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

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**ch

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