Real Rich Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Guwop! Wiz!
Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Ridin' around, blowin' so much dope, but I'm always handlin' business
Way too high, don't pick up my phone, if I do, I'm like "Who is this?"
Ain't got time for a girlfriend, tellin' that bitch I ain't got no feelings
Young nigga straight from the bottom, now my car ain't got no ceilin'
Young nigga stackin' up millions, y'all niggas actin' like children
Ooh, nigga couldn't, used to get in, now I'm ownin' the buildin'
Brought the bitch to my crib, said she felt like she went on a field trip
Nigga like me gon' always stack, when I'm older, I'm probably gon' still get

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit
Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I'm a country-ass Beverly Hillbilly
Eat it up, bitch, I'm a meal ticket
Flush it down concert, like, "Fuck a ticket"
Rich-ass, crazy-ass, super picky
Want a rich dick? Say I'm bucket-listed
I don't fuck broke, I got a boujee dick
First round draft, I'm a lottery pick
Pepped up, East Atlanta vitamins shit
Solitaires glarin', big stone like Sharon
Superstar, Ed Sheeran, bitches love my earrings
Know she fucked with him, I still fucked her
Fuck that nigga, he a real sucker
It's the Wiz and the Wizop
I baguetted my watch with real boogers