[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
This one look like that one
That one match this one
Fuck it
Money, money, money
It's young Khalifa, man
And I got money hoes money and hoes
Sick, money and hoes

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Big money talkin' to you
Mothafucker, that's cause big money brought it to you
I be stuntin while them little n***as sayin nothin
High ceilings high hoes
High prices for my clothes
And I dont even pay for it
Barely know who made the shit
Meet a bitch take a bitch
Straight back to that big crib
Let you roll some rapper weed
Put you on some new shit
Hit this weed I show you how I do this man
My excuse is I'm in Cali so my smoke's highly exclusive
And my bitch bad my moneys through the roof
Your money short you lookin mad, you Danny Bonaduce
Bitch Im jumpin in my coup
I'm rollin something that tastes like fruit
And I hear them n***as talkin shit
But there' nothing that much that they can do
When I got a bitch in your city
You should try when you see her
Never trippin on no hoes
N***a, what you thought we gettin money over here
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm ballin hard, my n***as in the same gang
I do it big my n***as do the same thing
I'm throwin signs its lookin like I gang bang
I'm on the team its lookin like I gang bang
I'm rollin up my n***as smoke the same thing
I'm smokin weed my bitch she smoke the same thing
I'm throwin signs its looking like I gang bang
I'm on the team its lookin like I gang bang

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I tell a bitch bow down
To a mothafuckin g ho
I work hard I drink slow
But I never keep drinks low
Smokey smokey, cause im a chief ho
Sippin on pinot grigio, richie ho greedy ho
Got me everything like I copped me a genie ho
My car look like a building
Diamonds dancin on my wrist
Bitch I'm 10 feet tall, when I'm standin on top of my dick
You a sucka ho sucka ho im success
I feel like a million dollars, bitch im up next
Money in my hand I dont need no handout
And they all got they hands up
Cause they fuck with me hands down (down down down)
And the car I push got more tent than a campground (ground ground ground)
And my picture is always on your bitch background
Like pada, its just me and Cyhi
Young enough to be your son
But she call me big papa
She gave me her o nana
Then I dissapear like ta-da
Smokin on that tie-dye
Now who the fuck gon stop us
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm ballin hard my n***as in the same gang
I do it big my n***as do the same thing
I'm throwin signs its lookin like I gang bang
I'm on the team its lookin like I gang bang
I'm rollin up my n***as smoke the same thing
I'm smokin weed my bitch she smoke the same thing
I'm throwin signs its looking like I gang bang
I'm on the team its lookin like I gang bang

[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeaa thats right n***a
Probably got your bitch in a trance
I do it
N***as got me laughin that shit funny
And my n***a Wiz got this shit ho