(feat. Trae Tha Truth and Big Sean)

[Verse 1:]

I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl
You think she my newest (*##$, she my old girl
Khalifa, a younger ^!$$% who handle his

Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is
Boss %#@!, look that up ^!$$%, I handle biz
On fire, like a candle is

^!$$%s be dressing off the manikin
Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them camera's is
Better yet sandwiches, bad (*##$ Spanish friends

Coulda been the President, rather be the man instead

[Hook:]

Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' like phone numbers
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' like phone numbers
(You can talk %#@! (*##$, I'm worth a million)

I'm talkin' millions, ^!$$% I'm talkin' millions
(You can talk %#@! (*##$, I'm worth a million)
I'm talkin' millions, ^!$$% I'm talkin' millions


Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)
Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex)

I'm talkin' millions, ^!$$% I'm talkin' millions
(You can talk %#@! (*##$, I'm worth a million)
I'm talkin' millions, ^!$$% I'm talkin' millions

(You can talk %#@! (*##$, I'm worth a million, whaaaaaat)

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]

I'm in the hood [?] on this something corner surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm polar surfing
Blowing faces, I'm %#@!tin' on them diamond infested

Time is money, peep the wrist (*##$, my time is invested
I'm still the king and I'm thugged out
Any block any club I flood it out

I ain't the one for competition I'm a blow it out
I'm going hard I don't ever plan on going out
I'm getting money, probably something you don't know about

I stunt hard, you would swear that I was showin' out
Don't tell me get 'em, I got em and I'm a throw 'em out
And back door on these hoes that I was warning out

While I'm in this machine, convert the top
Tell them that the sky is the limit
With a four of freaks, she got her face in my lap so deep you would think

That she was hiding in it

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta

Real %#@! boi, these ^!$$%s imposters
They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh my God sir, what?

I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeh
Countin' 7 digits, no wonder why the money calling
Got ya (*##$ panties Niagra fallin'

Dollars### like I $#&@ in the bank
I told them I could, they tell me I can't
They want me to trip when I'm dicking the paint

I'm poppin' champagne and puffin' on dank
Shining hard, boy, these ^!$$%s gotta see me
My dick hard, your (*##$ is easy

(Boi, boi, boi)

[Hook]