Drumma Boy - Phone Numbers lyrics

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl You think she my newest b**h, she my old girl Khalifa, a younger n***a who handle his Hoes get in my car ask what the channel is Boss sh**, look that up my n***a, I handle biz On fire, like a candle is n***as be dressing off the manikin Mmm, and I get fresh like where them cameras is Better yet sandwiches, bad b**h Spanish friends Coulda been the President rather be the man instead, yeah [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] Now when I get paid my checks be lookin' like phone numbers Now when I get paid my checks be lookin' like phone numbers (You can talk sh** b**h, I'm worth a million) I'm talking millions, n***a I'm talking millions (You can talk sh** b**h, I'm worth a million) I'm talking millions, n***a I'm talking millions Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) (You can talk sh** b**h, I'm worth a million) I'm talking millions, n***a I'm talking millions (You can talk sh** b**h, I'm worth a million) I'm talking millions, n***a I'm talking millions [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] I'm in the hood of off something that's corner surfing Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm polar surfing Blowing faces, I'm sh**ting on the diamond infested Time is money, peep the wrist b**h, my time's invested I'm still the king and I'm thugged out Any block, any club I flood it out I ain't one for competition I'mma blow it out I'm going hard I don't even plan on going out I get money probably something you don't know about I stunt hard, you would swear that I was showing out Don't tell me get 'em, I got 'em and I'mma throw 'em out And back door on these hoes that I was warning out While I'm in this machine, convert the top Tell them that the sky is the limit With a foreign freak, she got her face in my lap So deep you would think that she was hiding in it [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] [Verse 3: Big Sean] Shrimp, steak liquor and pastaaa Real sh** boy, these n***as imposters They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh My Gosher I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage Counting 7 digits no wonder why the money calling Got ya b**h panties Niagara falling Dollars come like I f** in the bank I told them I could, they tell me I can't They want me to trip when I dunk in the paint I'm popping champagne and puffin' on dank Shining hard, boy, these n***as gotta see me My dick hard, your b**h is easy [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]