[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Keep that weed smoke everywhere we go
(Keep that weed smoke everywhere we go)
Keep that champagne and Bombay to po
(Keep that champagne and Bombay to po)
Pull up, you know it’s fast cars we drive
(Pull up, you know it’s fast cars we drive)
Say what they want, we just live our life
(Say what they want, we just live our life)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Fast money, fast cars, and fast hoes
I get it all on the go
Bout to take out a couple grand and throw it on the flo’
As soon as I hit the stage the people screamin’ mo
I’m livin' life, jets, private planes
All kinds of things
Some people think I’m insane
But that’s okay, I remain synonymous to success in this game
And can’t nothing stand in my way
Ain’t nothing stopping the money from piling
My niggas stylin', they getting rich as the bitches from getting it poppin'
Sipping champagne on an island
And now my bank account overflowing with motherfuckin' commas
Making these niggas sick, call a doctor
Man take a look in they pocket
Givin bitches reason to call em' imposters
Damn, all of my whips proper
All of my time Rolex clocks
Fill my pants with knots
Be 100 years til this shit stops
Keep that weed smoke everywhere we go
(Keep that weed smoke everywhere we go)
Keep that champagne and Bombay to po
(Keep that champagne and Bombay to po)
Pull up, you know it’s fast cars we drive
(Pull up, you know it’s fast cars we drive)
Say what they want, we just live our life
(Say what they want, we just live our life)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Fast money, fast cars, and fast hoes
I get it all on the go
Bout to take out a couple grand and throw it on the flo’
As soon as I hit the stage the people screamin’ mo
I’m livin' life, jets, private planes
All kinds of things
Some people think I’m insane
But that’s okay, I remain synonymous to success in this game
And can’t nothing stand in my way
Ain’t nothing stopping the money from piling
My niggas stylin', they getting rich as the bitches from getting it poppin'
Sipping champagne on an island
And now my bank account overflowing with motherfuckin' commas
Making these niggas sick, call a doctor
Man take a look in they pocket
Givin bitches reason to call em' imposters
Damn, all of my whips proper
All of my time Rolex clocks
Fill my pants with knots
Be 100 years til this shit stops
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