[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down, chillin'
Young n***a in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
And I don't play
Rolling Kush, pop bottles of that Rosay
From Atlanta, fresh pare of Chuck Tay
And care less what the rest of the world say
I'm gon' ball 'til I fall out
And I don't hold back shit, I go all out
Big money, fast livin', what your boy about
Broadcast, so I'm spendin' 'til I'm all out
And you know I go get it
Charm on the J match the Pitzberg fitted
Eyes real low, I keep the smoke litted
Lean to the side, so Pitzberg with it
Nobody done it like this young n***a
From where I'm from, live like I'm livin'
Out of state trips, I'm off the coast chillin'
Champagne spillin', you can just say I'm gettin' it
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down, chillin'
Young n***a in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Picture me frontin', got 'em mad, 'cause that weed bluntin'
It's where them n***as up in VIP stuntin'
Came here alone, but I'm leavin' with somethin'
Hop in my truck, and I show you what I live like
Fast money, finer things, yeah the good life
Look at me, see what a real n***a look like
And all them hoes go live if you look right
On some shit that you ain't on
Gucci everythin', you still got them apes on
I don't make songs, I make anthems
You getting your's, feel free to put your hands up
Terrace on the track, and we bringing them bottles out
You getting money, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Champagne spillin', you can just say I'm gettin' it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down, chillin'
Young n***a in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it, yeah
[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
When I wake up in the mornin', I go get it
Me and all the homies, we go get it
This is for the n***as and the bitches
That's all about they riches
'Cause they wasn't born with it
So when I wake up in the mornin', I go get it
Me and all the homies, we go get it
This is for the n***as and the bitches
That's all about they riches
'Cause they wasn't born with it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down, chillin'
Young n***a in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it, yeah

[Interlude: Terrace Martin]
Ay, haha, this has been brought to you
By Ty Dolla $ign, Neka, Wiz Khalifa
And me, myself, and I'm Terrace Martin
You dig? So ay, ay, Ty
Sing it one time for 'em, man
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down, chillin'
Young n***a in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it, yeah