I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl
You think she my newest ******, she my old girl
Khalifa, a younger ****** who handle his
Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is
Boss ******t, look that up my ******, 
I handle biz
On fire, like a candle is
******s be dressing off the mannequin
Hmm, and I get fresh like where them camera's is?
Better yet sandwiches, bad ****** 
Spanish friends
Could of been the 
President, rather be the man instead[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
Now when I get paid, my checks be looking like phone numbers
Now when I get paid, my checks be looking like phone numbers(You can talk ******t ******, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, ****** 
I'm talking millions(You can talk ******t ******, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, ****** 
I'm talking millions
Time is money so 
I went and bought a 
Rolex (Bought a Rolex)
Time is money so 
I went and bought a 
Rolex (Bought a Rolex)
I'm talking millions, ****** 
I'm talking millions(You can talk ******t ******, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, ****** 
I'm talking millions(You can talk ******t ******, I'm worth a million, what?)[Verse 2 - Trae Tha Truth]
I'm in the hood off this something that's corner surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving, 
I'm polar surfing
Blowing faces, 
I'm ******tting on them diamond infested
Time is money, peep the wrist ******, my time is invested
I'm still the king and 
I'm thugged out
Any block, any club, 
I flood it out
I ain't the one for competition, 
I'ma blow it out
I'm going hard, 
I don't ever plan on going out
I'm getting money, probably something you don't know about
I stunt hard, you would swear that 
I was showing out
Don't tell me get them, 
I got them and 
I'ma throw them out
And back door on these hoes that 
I was warning out
While I'm in this machine, convert the top
Tell them that the sky is the limit
With a four of freaks, she got her face in my lap
So deep you would think she was hiding in it[Chorus][Verse 3 - Big Sean]
Shrimp, steak, liquor, and pasta
Real ******t boy, these ******s imposters
They deserve a 
Oscar, Kevin 
CostnerOh my 
God sir, what?
I got this and that and everything 
I want like 
I got a hostage, yeah
Counting seven digits, no wonder why the money calling
Got your ****** panties 
Niagara falling
Dollars come like 
I ****** in the bank
I told them 
I could, they tell me 
I can'tThey want me to trip when 
I'm ducking the paint
I'm popping champagne, and puffing on dank
******ning hard, boy, these ******s got to see me
My ****** hard, your ****** is easy[Chorus]