Lyrics:

[Intro]
Ugh
Ya'll already know what it is man
If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang
Ugh, it's not a problem, we spending change

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage
They feelin 'em at all, these n-ggas a mirage
Handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on
N-ggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage
Cops f-ck wit me hopin to get a charge
Hoes leaving their man, f-ckin us cause our cars
If it's one thing I know, it's smokin and living large
Got me speedin down the interstate
See what I'm eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate
Hey she f-ckin me cause how I win a race
Plus I aint cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake
Wait I'm talkin fast car, big estate
Money come in cash plus in the bank
N-gga don't believe me, throw it in your face
Bitch I'm in the building like real estate

[Chorus]
They say I'm still the same
You know it aint a thang
(?) aint a damn thang changed
I'm gettin money, keep the champaigne coming
(?) aint a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha
I'm straight, when you gettin money muthaf-kas gonna hate
Find the baddest bitch and get her number,
I don't even call her (call her, call her)

Feel like a million dollars

When they make it,
They should put my face up on a million dollar bill
Dollar bill, dollar bill
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
When they make it,
They should put my face up on a million dollar bill
Dollar bill, dollar bill
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Hey

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
Ballin's not a hobby, it's my occupation
Hoes on my dick, that's my confirmation
Couple stars with me, that's a constelation
Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, that's my conversation
Touch the pedal once, it look like I'm racing
Eyes chinese, smoke like I'm jamacian,
V.I.P rollin' doobies up and face it
12 bottles of Rose, I'm on some gang sh-t
Gettin all the sh-t, cake crumblin
Aint nothin, told them lil n-ggas I take from 'em
Laughin my all the way to the bank
Tried to talk but they can't
They just stand ther, e when they starin
Hatin, mumblin,
What you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin
Started kinda hot, now it's safe to say we bubblin
400 on a zip, blow it all day
Another city, state, another mill to make

[Chorus]