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[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl You think she my newest bitch, she my old girl Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his Hoes get in my car ask what the channel is Boss shit, look that up my nigga, I handle biz On fire, like a candle is Niggas be dressing off the manikin Mmm, and I get fresh like where them cameras is Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch 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 shit bitch, I'm worth a million) I'm talking millions, nigga I'm talking millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million) I'm talking millions, nigga 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 shit bitch, I'm worth a million) I'm talking millions, nigga I'm talking millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million) I'm talking millions, nigga 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 shitting on the diamond infested Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, 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 shit boy, these niggas 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 bitch panties Niagara falling Dollars come like I fuck 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 niggas gotta see me My dick hard, your bitch is easy [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]