[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Up early, smokin' and plottin'
Looking at these lames being thankful I'm not them
This year couple million out the game
And you're wondering how I got them
I got it from going hard, I always stay on my job
Wanna get high you should come to my spot then
And smoke with some heavyweight n***as
Jets, Taylor Gang n***a losing's not a option
Now I'm always on the road
And everywhere I go people asking what I'm rocking
I tell em this is next year's fresh and this year's best
And some shit you n***as not in, so quit copyin'

[Interlude: Wiz Khalifa]
(Hahahaha)
Yeah man
You n***as got it confused, trying to do what we do
That's not the point
The point is for you to do you
It's a beautiful thing

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I'm in the regal, you in a rut
Stuck, can't come up
Old, jealous n***as hatin' on us
Bitches is wishin' you'd shut the fuck up
I'm in the position, set my n***as up tough
What the fuck, just jump
Continents I promise it
I could go from bucks to billions in a minute
Made a split second decision
Executed with precision
I feel attention when I walk in the room
Old cuddly ass n***as go to hidin' they woman
Thinkin' I'mma walk up to 'em, but I don't do it
Baby girl know the big shit from the manure
I could help you shine like a jeweler
Candy paint make an old whip newer