Real trippy niggas  
Hippy niggas 
Uh nigga my mom blow that kinda cash nigga
what you talking about poppin bottles and shit...
groceries fool 

(Wiz Khalifa)
Uh you know I kill 
any motherfuckin' song that I go on 
and now I dont gotta count the money that I spent 
'cause I get it in 
my bread so long, my bank big nigga grow long
my brain fried nigga so long 
I hate fake niggas and so on 
take all the money that I made this year
and that be the reason that you're hatin 
plus I smoke the bombest weed I call it Californication 
a island for vacation I'm piling all this cake 
a hundred thousand for the safe 
just bought a pound and I'ma face it
now watch me 
you nigga see my pieces try to cropy 
my rolly presidential plus the rings that I got on by versace 
and I ain't even cocky I'm just confident that I'm the shit 
you hatin mother f*ckers know what time it is 

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I'm just riding around my side of town
got my windows up and my speaker loud 
and we smokin so im gonna need a pound
bet the haters wish they could see me now
put the money in the way
everyone of us get money bro 
get money in the way
my nigga on the real, all you see is dollar bill 

(Juicy J)
I blow a hundred bands just to f*ck around with 
that hoe that you in love with the hoe i mess around with
cuffin with a Taylor, blue dream in my paper 
my music for my people but tonight I'm doing jaeger 
20 years on and I ain't falling off 
niggas flex about the check and they run their mouth 
Ferrari pull up guess who hoppin out
with a double couple in hand and some money count
rockin Louie this I'm rockin Louie that 
Louie on my ass, Louie on my hat
when I hit the club Louie in my hand 
that's the Louie 13, Louie in my glass 

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                          Thanks to Bob Sanders for correcting these lyrics