OTTR

Lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] Try and hand me a joint, Burner Mm-hmm... Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz How Fly boys, hmh-hmh-hmh That's what you wanna call us, anyway [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] They're saying, it's 'bout time some real niggas made it And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous And some don't understand, but listen close and you'll find out I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous And niggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it Just let me roll one up, and when it's stuffed I'ma 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 drug Lot of pot in my process, love Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed Judge me by my progress, bruh I obsess with every dollar I get Fuck you think we made it out the projects for? The object is to make money, and get the most from it And mo' 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 fucking stupid Same as my diamonds, and the fact I'm buying all this new shit Made a million a way, a nigga grind'll be a blueprint I'm talking champagne shit, Audemar tailor made shit Look at my jackets, they handmade, bitch [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] They're saying it's 'bout time some real niggas made it And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous And some don't understand, but listen close and you'll find out I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous And niggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it Just let me roll one up and when it's stuffed up, I'ma blaze it Then we off to the races [Verse 2: Curren$y] And I'm a pimp, see Leaning in my ride, like how Bun be, sitting tall on my chrome seat But 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 niggas My nigga we major, we been major since independent Made it to where 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-nigga shit, the only thing I'm dealing with, sir Bitch, 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 [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] They're saying it's 'bout time some real niggas made it And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous And some don't understand, but listen close and you'll find out I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous And niggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it Just let me roll one up, and when it's stuffed up I'ma blaze it Then we off to the races [Verse 3: Big Sean] Yelling, "Suck a dick or die, hoe" See your main bitch is my side hoe Smoking top shelf on the top floor I'm a boss bitch, I take my time and get it pronto You probably fucking around doing some shit I ain't got time for (Pussy boy) Fuck you and your whole anatomy, bitch My new crib look like an academy, bitch It's Finally Famous the faculty, bitch Killin' these niggas, no casualties, money And weed is a real nigga salary Man, these rappers sound like me And honestly that shit is so flattering, bitch (Thank you, thank you, thank you) They want me to slip up and fall Crash, burn, but I just keep pissing them off (Off) I got movies to make (Make) I got women to call (Call) I got deals on the table, I can't be dealing with y'all, nigga Rather crash parties and burn money (Money) And if you pick the ashes up, you still can't earn from me (From me) Bottom line is I never wait in line, bitch And I'm rolling King Kush, I'm your Royal Highness [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] They're saying it's 'bout time some real niggas made it And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous And some don't understand, but listen close and you'll find out I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous And niggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it Just let me roll one up and when it's stuffed up, I'ma blaze it Then we off to the races