Blindfolds Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Juicy J)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Real trippy niggas
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Hippie niggas
Uh
Nigga, my mom blow that kind of cash, nigga, what you talkin' 'bout?
Poppin' bottles and shit
Groceries, fool, haha

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, you know I kill
Any motherfuckin' song that I go on
And I don't gotta count the money that I spend 'cause I get it in
My bread so long
My bank big, nigga, prolonged
My brain fried, nigga, so long
I hate fake niggas and so on
Take all the money that I made this year and that be that the reason that you hatin'
Plus, I smoke the bombest weed, I call it Californication
A island for vacation, I'm piling all this cake
A hundred thousand for the safe, just bought a pound and I'ma face it
Now watch me
You niggas see my pieces, try to copy
My Rollie presidential, plus the rings that I got on by Versace
And I ain't even cocky, I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hating motherfuckers know what time it is