[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] My palace is tall as scrapers cause all this paper So much green these solid acres can call it neighbors I'm copping two of everything like Noah's Ark I'm copping two of everything cuz I'm going hard Spending money with no regards, pulling up with my top back Can't find the shit that I want no more, don't have a need cuz I got that These niggas talking millions dog but they don't see them often I'm fresh to death, I killed the club, my section needs some coffins My hotel we going after this club close My hotel, you get high and ya come close Rolling that weed up and Mike Will work that beat up Getting drunk, getting stoned, if ya want you can meet us
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] No talk, no discussion Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting And I ball so hard, I should play the whole game Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang Spend the whole thang We ain't smoking on no hash, smoke the whole thang Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang
[Verse 2: Juicy J] Spend it, hol' up, spend it, spend it, spend it, hol' up, hol' up, spend it Spend it, spend it, spend it, spinach, lot of dinner dishin' Take a cruise to Costa Rica, with my chica, let's go fishing, hol' up 50 on Venus, and Serena don't watch tennis, hol' up That's the business, half naked models twerking in my kitchen Fixing dinner, dinner and I'm finna, finna jump up in her Bout the time, the time she finish sweatin, she gon' be, she gon' be thinner Whats her, whats her name, name I don't remember, remember Fuck it, it don't really matter, no way We ain't got much to say, in her mouth like Colgate Ho I'm repping Taylor Gang, bitch I smell like money Plus marijuana, peep the aroma
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[Verse 3: Juicy J] Damn it I'm stunting, bitch I got money Car ain't got no key, I just press the button Juicy the name, all these hoes love me My bitch got plenty ass, and got no stomach Feed the bitch dick, she say I taste yummy Bitch call me broke, she just being funny So much cash can't fit in my trunk I'm rich I can have any bitch that I want These haters got Three 6 all in the Ipod Filled up the club, bitch you gon' need a lifeguard Brand new Bugatti, 280 on the dash In the strip club break dance on that ass All you broke niggas put your pockets in the cash Throwing us a hunnid, broke bitch take a cab Ain't getting money my nigga that's sad Jack boy run up on me, I'm gonna blast I got more game than EA Sports Getting money all to be a sport Disappear me and yo bitch in the back seat of my 4 on 4 Porsche Dressed like I'm stepping in a photo shoot You niggas all squared like a photo booth Show y'all niggas how to get this bread Cuz some of y'all niggas ain't got no clue
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