[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Ooh
Sometimes

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Situations
Will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar
Playa patient (Taylors)
N***as, tellin' lies
They don't realize (Planes)
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah (Gang, all that)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm floatin', I'm killin' 'em
I'm floatin' off weed, it's dope, then you know that it's me
The price, you don't deal with them
I travel the world, three hundred and sixty degrees
These hoes get adrenaline
They come to my crib, see all the TVs on the walls of the rooms that I'm livin' in
Why I talk to these women friends?
Cause I'm spendin' benjamins
I hope y'all don't break up
Cause if y'all don't make up then I'll be the n***a to get revenge
No I ain't basic
She diggin' my style
Lovin' the way that I'm livin' so wild
Lovin' the way that I'm puttin' it down
Lovin' the way that I'm makin' her smile
Ain't had no really good dick and it's makin' her wild
And I'm the n***a that's with it, I start it and finish it
I'm with a broad that be tryna be innocent
I roll a joint she could probably hit it
Y'all will go broke in a matter of minutes
Ain't about the love, it's about the digits
See all this money in front of me
Young n***a gotta get it (What the fuck)
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Situations (Fool)
Will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar
Playa patient
N***as, tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And I ain't came at a bitch neck yet, n***a
You just nervous, worried, pressed
Stressed, I'm laid, stretched out, leg room
First class, Taylor Gang, Jet
N***as talkin' shit, I'd rather count up
Gossipin' and other shit is so childish, keep that from 'round us
No squares in the Pentagon, by silent alarm
You have alerted the don, the war already on
You crawlin' on the floor tryna get to your phone
N***a, this Desert Storm, we outside your home, n***a
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
2009 a lot of y'all styles was born, huh

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Situations
Will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar
Playa patient
N***as, tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
[Outro: Curren$y]
Pound-sign
2009
Where was you?