[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Try and hand me a joint, Burner
Mm-hmm...
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
How Fly boys, hmh-hmh-hmh
That's what you wanna call us, anyway

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They're saying, it's 'bout time some real n***as made it
And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous
And some don't understand, but listen close and you'll find out
I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out
I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous
And n***as know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll one up, and when it's stuffed I'ma blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Starsky and Hutch, minus the fuzz
Me and Spitta stick together like, huh
Cotton and mud, some chicks counting up buds
Mouth got cotton, prolly from the drug
Lot of pot in my process, love
Don't hate a n***a cause I'm blessed
Judge me by my progress, bruh
I obsess with every dollar I get
Fuck you think we made it out the projects for?
The object is to make money, and get the most from it
And mo' money, cause more money ain't enough of it
I know n***as who had money and let it go to nothing
Just blow money and ain't got nothing to show for it, that’s fucking stupid
Same as my diamonds, and the fact I'm buying all this new shit
Made a million a way, a n***a grind’ll be a blueprint
I’m talking champagne shit, Audemar tailor made shit
Look at my jackets, they handmade, bitch
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They're saying it’s 'bout time some real n***as made it
And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous
And some don’t understand, but listen close and you’ll find out
I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out
I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous
And n***as know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll one up and when it’s stuffed up, I'ma blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And I'm a pimp, see
Leaning in my ride, like how Bun be, sitting tall on my chrome seat
But I'm low in the seat, my girl in the sheet, fast asleep
I’m in the street after the cheddar
Peddling melodies, purchasing better things
On the road to the riches, I done drove over n***as
My n***a we major, we been major since independent
Made it to where they saying we made it, but we ain't hearing it
We too busy getting it, hound dog sniffing it out
Twisting a whole pound, celebrating the fact that
Them wack fools had it, but this here's the take back
And them haters can't hate that
Salute me from across a crowded club, homie, I take that as love
Real-n***a shit, the only thing I'm dealing with, sir
Bitch, you know that I'm the reason that you still in this club
Get out the corner of my eye, and get in this truck
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They're saying it’s 'bout time some real n***as made it
And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous
And some don’t understand, but listen close and you'll find out
I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out
I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous
And n***as know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll one up, and when it's stuffed up I'ma blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Yelling, "Suck a dick or die, hoe"
See your main bitch is my side hoe
Smoking top shelf on the top floor
I'm a boss bitch, I take my time and get it pronto
You probably fucking around doing some shit I ain't got time for (Pussy boy)
Fuck you and your whole anatomy, bitch
My new crib look like an academy, bitch
It’s Finally Famous the faculty, bitch
Killin' these n***as, no casualties, money
And weed is a real n***a salary
Man, these rappers sound like me
And honestly that shit is so flattering, bitch
(Thank you, thank you, thank you) They want me to slip up and fall
Crash, burn, but I just keep pissing them off (Off)
I got movies to make (Make) I got women to call (Call)
I got deals on the table, I can't be dealing with y’all, n***a
Rather crash parties and burn money (Money)
And if you pick the ashes up, you still can't earn from me (From me)
Bottom line is I never wait in line, bitch
And I’m rolling King Kush, I'm your Royal Highness
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They're saying it's 'bout time some real n***as made it
And when I go outside, they're saying I'm famous
And some don’t understand, but listen close and you’ll find out
I'm running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out
I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas, my women are gorgeous
And n***as know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll one up and when it's stuffed up, I'ma blaze it
Then we off to the races