Yea man
It's ya boy
Young Khalifa man
Wiz Khalifa
Whatever the f*** you wanna call me
and uh, its '09, Star year, yea
So we gone do this like this
Taylor Gang
Heavy Hustle and all that
Uh Um
[VERSE 1]
New Money, New Car, New Crib
And You Gone Need Luggage Cause This n****'s A Trip
Need To Buyer, Frequent Flyer
Loose Chains with it, Need Some Pliers, Get A Grip
And Me Im On The Suppliers Sitting Wit
Got A Blunt Rolled
Keep Me A Dime Wit Sitting b****
Im Mr.s***e, Sign n***** Like Elroy
And My Bills Big Face Like Hellboy
They Say Im Guaranteed To Blow Young Steroid
And I Get It Gone, My New Home Is The Airport
Wake In A New City And Stay
Party All Night, Then Go To Sleep On A Plane
Yea.
And It's Mill To Ice Grillz
Saying All You Wants A Picture
But n**** Im Tryna Chill
Lot Of Speculation Since A n**** Signed A Deal
But For All Y'all That Hold Me Down For Real
I Wanna Thank Ya
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 2]
I Ain't Make Your Front Page Or Your Top Ten
Im Not A Hipster Plus I Heard Rocks In
First Flight On The Way, But 'Til It Drops Then
Im Peroxiding The Cut, Getting It Popping
A New Year, Got A Couple Shows Locked In
Couple Of Important Folks Doing Some Talking
Im With The Stars And n***** Who Go Hard
Getting Chavo
n***** Duckin' From Rosado
Checking Battery Life Now, Charging My iPhone
I Do It Big, You Just The s*** In Your Time Zone
I Switch Those Like Clothes
Charm Like A Computer With A Virus Whos Mind Froze
Whoa
I Get Alot Of Whole Hate, Whole Lot Of Hoes
Spend A Whole Lot Of Cake On A Prod Of Clothes
When You Mention My Name, They Ain't Gotta Know
This For Thinking They Ought Of Know
I Wanna Thank Ya
It's ya boy
Young Khalifa man
Wiz Khalifa
Whatever the f*** you wanna call me
and uh, its '09, Star year, yea
So we gone do this like this
Taylor Gang
Heavy Hustle and all that
Uh Um
[VERSE 1]
New Money, New Car, New Crib
And You Gone Need Luggage Cause This n****'s A Trip
Need To Buyer, Frequent Flyer
Loose Chains with it, Need Some Pliers, Get A Grip
And Me Im On The Suppliers Sitting Wit
Got A Blunt Rolled
Keep Me A Dime Wit Sitting b****
Im Mr.s***e, Sign n***** Like Elroy
And My Bills Big Face Like Hellboy
They Say Im Guaranteed To Blow Young Steroid
And I Get It Gone, My New Home Is The Airport
Wake In A New City And Stay
Party All Night, Then Go To Sleep On A Plane
Yea.
And It's Mill To Ice Grillz
Saying All You Wants A Picture
But n**** Im Tryna Chill
Lot Of Speculation Since A n**** Signed A Deal
But For All Y'all That Hold Me Down For Real
I Wanna Thank Ya
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 2]
I Ain't Make Your Front Page Or Your Top Ten
Im Not A Hipster Plus I Heard Rocks In
First Flight On The Way, But 'Til It Drops Then
Im Peroxiding The Cut, Getting It Popping
A New Year, Got A Couple Shows Locked In
Couple Of Important Folks Doing Some Talking
Im With The Stars And n***** Who Go Hard
Getting Chavo
n***** Duckin' From Rosado
Checking Battery Life Now, Charging My iPhone
I Do It Big, You Just The s*** In Your Time Zone
I Switch Those Like Clothes
Charm Like A Computer With A Virus Whos Mind Froze
Whoa
I Get Alot Of Whole Hate, Whole Lot Of Hoes
Spend A Whole Lot Of Cake On A Prod Of Clothes
When You Mention My Name, They Ain't Gotta Know
This For Thinking They Ought Of Know
I Wanna Thank Ya