[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Real trippy n***as
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Hippie n***as
Uh
N***a, my mom blow that kind of cash, n***a, what you talkin' 'bout?
Poppin' bottles and shit
Groceries, fool, haha

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, you know I kill
Any motherfuckin' song that I go on
And I don't gotta count the money that I spend 'cause I get it in
My bread so long
My bank big, n***a, prolonged
My brain fried, n***a, so long
I hate fake n***as and so on
Take all the money that I made this year and that be that the reason that you hatin'
Plus, I smoke the bombest weed, I call it Californication
A island for vacation, I'm piling all this cake
A hundred thousand for the safe, just bought a pound and I'ma face it
Now watch me
You n***as see my pieces, try to copy
My Rollie presidential, plus the rings that I got on by Versace
And I ain't even cocky, I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hating motherfuckers know what time it is
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
I'm just riding 'round my side of town (Uh)
Got my windows up and my speakers loud
And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
But the money in the way
Every one of us get money, bruh
But the money in the way
My n***a on the real, all you see is dollar bill

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I blow a hundred bands just to fuck around with
That ho that you in love with the ho I mess around with
Come fuck with a Taylor, blue dream in my paper
Bombay Sapphire for my people, but tonight I'm doing Jaeger (Fucked up)
Twenty years on (Mhm), and I ain't falling off (You know it)
N***as flex about the check, and they run their mouth (Cash)
Ferrari pull up, guess who hoppin' out? (Me)
With a double cup in hand and some money count (Cash)
Rockin' Louie this (Louis this), I'm rockin' Louis that (Louis that)
Louis on my ass, Louis on my hat (On my hat)
When I hit the club, Louis in my hand (Bitch)
That's that Louis XIII, Louis in my glass (In my glass)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
I'm just riding 'round my side of town
Got my windows up and my speakers loud
And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
But the money in the way
Every one of us get money, bruh
But the money in the way
My n***a on the real, all you see is dollar bill
[Outro: Rob Markman]
It's Rob Markman, you already know what it is
You know me and Cap go back
You know what I mean?
Taylor Allderdice, it's just gettin' started, O.N.I.F.C. is next
The Gang album, Chevy Woods' Gangland
Juicy J got like four mixtapes that he's just ready to drop on you
Keep movin' and movin'