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WIZ KHALIFA - O.T.T.R Ft. Curren$y and Big Sean Lyrics

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They saying, itÂ’s bout time some real niggas made it
And when I go outside they sayinÂ’ IÂ’m famous
And some donÂ’t understand but listen close and youÂ’ll find out
IÂ’m running through the ground, you smell the kush when I ride out
IÂ’m moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And niggas know itÂ’s us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll it up and when itÂ’s stuffed we blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
Me and Spitta stick together likeÂ… huh!
Cotton and mud, some chicks countinÂ’ up buds
Mouth got cotton prol from the drug
Lot of pot in my process love?
DonÂ’t hate a nigga cause IÂ’m blessed
Judge me by my progress bruh!
I obsess with every dollar I get
F-ck you think we made it out the projects for
The object is to make money and get the most from it
And more money, cause more money aint enough of it
I know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing
Just blow money and aint got nothin to show for it
ThatÂ’s f-cking stupid!
Same as my diamonds and the fact IÂ’m buying all this new shit
Made a million a way a nigga grindÂ’ll be a blueprint
IÂ’m talkinÂ’ champagne shit
Audemar Tailor Made shit
Look at my jackets, say “hand made” bitch


[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And IÂ’ma Pimp C
Leaning in my ride like I Bun B
SittinÂ’ tall on my chrome seat but IÂ’m blowin the c?
My girl in the sheet fast asleep
IÂ’m in the street after the chedder
PeddlinÂ’ melodies, purchasinÂ’ better things
On the road to the riches I done drove over n-ggas
My n-gga we major, we been major since independant
Made it to what they sayin, we made it but we aint handed
We too busy gettin it
Hound dog sniffinÂ’ it out
TwistinÂ’ a whole pound celebratinÂ’ the fact that
Them wack fools had it but this hereÂ’s the take back
And them haters canÂ’t hate that
Salute me from across a crowded club
Homie, I take that as love
Real n-gga shit the only thing IÂ’m dealing with slim
Bitch you know that IÂ’m the only reason you still in this club
Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck


[Verse 3: Big Sean]
YellinÂ’ "suck a dick or die hoe"
See your main bitch is my side hoe
SmokinÂ’ top shelf on the top floÂ’
IÂ’m a boss bitch
I take my time and get a pronto?
You probably f-ckinÂ’ around doing some shit I aint got time foÂ’
P-ssy boy!
F-ck you and your hoe anatomy bitch
My nuclear like an academy bitch
ItÂ’s Finally Famous the Faculty bitch
KillinÂ’ these niggas no casualties
Money and weed is a real nigga salary
Man, these rappers sound like me and
Honestly that shit is so flattering bitch
(thank you, thank you, thank you)
You want me to slip up and fall
Crash, burn, but I just keep pissinÂ’ them off
I got movies to make
I got women to call
I got deals on the table
I canÂ’t be dealinÂ’ with yÂ’all
Rather crash parties and burn money
And if you pick the ashes up you still canÂ’t earn from me
Bottom line is, I never wait in line bitch
And IÂ’m rollinÂ’ King Kush, IÂ’m your Royal Highness


Thanks to adrianna

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