Wiz Khalifa — Mt. Money

[Intro] Is this the top? Cool They say we too rich Too rich [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Ain't holding on to nothing, I've been trained to blow it Pick your favorite place, I get the plane, we gone Roll the marijuana right up where my job is Getting all this money got me living lawless Popping hella bottles don't care what it costs us Started small time, now all my diamonds flawless Fuck you talking bout bitch my new watch just changed the game Rich and all my niggas balling, call me Major Payne I just spent some racks on all this fabric And my stylist it say she got it Swear to god is just like magic, cause the store didn't even have it My flow is supersonic, bitch I'm floating off that chronic [Hook: Wiz Khalifa and Fashawn x2] Champagne, I got lot of it, if it's new then I'm rocking it Climbing all my money, standing on top of it New chains I got 2 of those, lot of haters we through with those Getting money and getting more [Verse 2: Fashawn] I used to smoking some OG, used to burn about an OZ Sold weed that was '03, now a nigga need 4 keys Bare arms, no sleeves, in my khaki shorts, no jeans Shawn Don in my styrofoam, motherfuck that codeine I'm east side, so what, bitch niggas got no nuts Y'all B.G.'s, we grown ups, teach ya how to keep chrome tucked Ain't a bad bitch that I won't fuck And if her head good, she might can get her toes up High socks and some low cuts, fat spliff I don't roll blunts You shine while I glow chump (glow chump) Not a day that I'm sober, on the block and I'm posted Cork poppin', we toastin' [Hook x2]