OTTR Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Big Sean & Curren$y)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Try and hand me a joint, Burner
Mm-hmm...
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
Mild flat boys, hmh-hmh-hmh
That's what you wanna call us anyway

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They're saying it’s 'bout time some real niggas made it
And when I go outside, they're saying I’m famous
And some don’t understand but listen close and you’ll find out
I’m running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out
I’m moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And niggas know it’s us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll one up and when it’s stuffed up, I'ma blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
Me and Spitta stick together like, huh
Cotton and mud, some chicks counting up buds
Mouth got cotton, prolly from the drugs
Lot of pot in my process, love
Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed, judge me by my progress, bruh
I obsess with every dollar I get
Fuck you think we made it out the projects for?
The object is to make money and get the most from it
And more money, cause more money ain't enough of it
I know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing
Just blow money and ain't got nothing to show for it, that’s fucking stupid
Same as my diamonds and the fact I’m buying all this new shit
Made a million a way, a nigga grind’ll be a blueprint
I’m talking champagne shit, Audemar tailor made shit
Look at my jackets, say hand made bitch