[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin', man

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, hundred thousand for the car, uh
Smokin' weed, I'm in the stars, uh
Just bought it, now I need a Porsche, uh
Juicy geeked up off them bars
Smokin' weed, I'm in the stars (x8)

[Verse: Juicy J]
Taylor Gang in the strip club, ballin' out
If you see a pussy n***a, gon' call 'em out
My Bugatti outside, that's real money
I got n***as in my circle that'll kill for me
I take your life savings, spend it on a watch
Made an anthem for them strippers, put it on the charts
Pass that Grey Poupon, rich n***a talk
Gettin' that white folk money, what the fuck you thought?
Hell nah, I ain't shit
Ain't no broad I can't hit
Ain't no weed I haven't smoked
Ain't no car I can't get
Ain't nowhere I haven't gone
No kind of rack I haven't spent
If you ain't gon' blow it all, why the fuck you have it then?
I make your bitch pay for the zip
I let your bitch swallow my dick
I let your ho ride in my car
I took that bitch straight to the stall
I took that bitch down to my greenhouse
And let the ho leave with a jar
I let the bitch open my rap book, and watched her sniff a bar
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, hundred thousand for the car, uh
Smokin' weed, I'm in the stars, uh
Just bought it, now I need a Porsche, uh
Juicy geeked up off them bars
Smokin' weed, I'm in the stars (x8)

[Outro: Juicy J]
Man, I'm high as a fool, man
You know what it is
You know I always get this money!
24/7 grind, bruh
So, uh, let these hoes know
They get more bread
More rides
Going to the mall
And buying everything, all big-faced bills
We gon' do that shit high as fuck
So damn fucked up
We gon' call your bitch, n***a

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, hundred thousand for the car, uh
Smokin' weed, I'm in the stars, uh
Just bought it, now I need a Porsche, uh
Juicy geeked up off them bars
Smokin' weed, I'm in the stars (x8)