Yea man
It's ya boy
Young Khalifa man

Wiz Khalifa
Whatever the $#&@ 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 ^!$$%'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 (*##$
Im Mr.Space, Sign ^!$$%s 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 Up 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 ^!$$% Im Tryna Chill
Lot Of Speculation Since A ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s Who Go Hard
Getting Chavo
^!$$%s Duckin' From Rosado

Checking Battery Life Now, Charging My iPhone
I Do It Big, You Just The %#@! 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

[CHORUS]