[Hook: Curren$y] x2 And my n***as, and my b**hes I'm on my sh** right now, how is ya? A n***a dressed like we finna take pictures Scalin' the mothaf**in' buildin' Yea, I got my mind on that take over Scalin' the mothaf**in' buildin' Yea, Because that money ain't gonna wait for us Scalin' the mothaf**in' buildin' [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] And I'm loc'ing Pretty b**h on the pa**enger side ridin' sun roof open She's supplying what I'm smokin' Wanna f** with us, keep them tree crumbled up Walk up in the club, make them lames wan' cuff Champ on chill, E-Z widers, double stuffed Trust, and believe that it ain't about the Youngin' if don't involve his motherf**in' cheese I ain't bring no ends to spend Never kept a knot up in my pocket Better clock a couple thousand 'fore I get up in the win These n***as is losing in need of wins Yo' b**hes is choosin' in need of friends I'm livin' this movie so clean the lens Runnin through loads of weed and gin cause n***as know what I'm 'bout Flyin' out [Hook] x2 [Verse 2: Curren$y] Chicks who sound funny when they speak English Still recognize the bomb when they hear it She so ain't on them other n***as Margarine bars, them sh**s ain't bu*tered n***a Higher then a mug Ain't nothing what up but us Paper planes mane We don't allow blunts in the cut Tell the valet to pull up my truck Exit stage right the last thing they seen was the tail lights I'm gettin' toasted high, gettin' my bread right Rap, hustlin', stackin' f**ing some of the baddest b**hes and travelin' n***as used to think I was crazy Now they see my new whip and be like dawg that sh** crazy Get off my sh** leave the room for the flies The Jets in this b**h, leave the room with ya wife Yeauh! [Hook]