[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Fresh off the plane
Pittsburgh pimpin' blew up and now he got his own strain
Diamond everything
We tired of paying for it so we put it in our name
To the top, but where we came from is way different
Been a boss and gon' remain
Know the cost, I can't complain
I'm back and rolling joints bigger than ever
The more time I take, the better I get
The more chains I cop, the wetter she get
All bullshit aside but never forget
Heard boss shit before but never like this
Blowing O's in my whip
Writing flows, bringing pounds where we ain't supposed to
But they don't even trip
Name on the list, we don't wait 'til it come out
Might buy every one so they don't exist
Rollie on the wrist
Competition try and miss
Diamonds on my fist
Gotta rock the coldest 'fits
Glad you noticed, never seen nothing like this so they focus
Mixing my new shit with my old shit
White diamonds on gold
We fell in love with how the money fold
Hundred millions I done sold, changed souls with the stories I told
Take it as a compliment when them younger niggas tell me that I'm getting old
That mean my money mature
Villas on shores, having conversations with billionaires
Skip the awards, we already there
Just keep the chronic smoke in the air
Model chick with long hair wearing weave cause it's easier to maintain
My niggas come from hunger pains
Now we all rocking two or three chains, Versace everything
Spilling our drinks, pulling out minks
Live a life that's as real as you think
Fresh off the plane
Pittsburgh pimpin' blew up and now he got his own strain
Diamond everything
We tired of paying for it so we put it in our name
To the top, but where we came from is way different
Been a boss and gon' remain
Know the cost, I can't complain
I'm back and rolling joints bigger than ever
The more time I take, the better I get
The more chains I cop, the wetter she get
All bullshit aside but never forget
Heard boss shit before but never like this
Blowing O's in my whip
Writing flows, bringing pounds where we ain't supposed to
But they don't even trip
Name on the list, we don't wait 'til it come out
Might buy every one so they don't exist
Rollie on the wrist
Competition try and miss
Diamonds on my fist
Gotta rock the coldest 'fits
Glad you noticed, never seen nothing like this so they focus
Mixing my new shit with my old shit
White diamonds on gold
We fell in love with how the money fold
Hundred millions I done sold, changed souls with the stories I told
Take it as a compliment when them younger niggas tell me that I'm getting old
That mean my money mature
Villas on shores, having conversations with billionaires
Skip the awards, we already there
Just keep the chronic smoke in the air
Model chick with long hair wearing weave cause it's easier to maintain
My niggas come from hunger pains
Now we all rocking two or three chains, Versace everything
Spilling our drinks, pulling out minks
Live a life that's as real as you think
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