Yea man It's ya boy 
Young Khalifa man 
Wiz Khalifa 
Whatever the fuck 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 Nigga'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 
Bitch Im Mr.
Space, Sign 
Niggas 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 Nigga 
Im Tryna Chill 
Lot Of Speculation 
Since A Nigga 
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 
Niggas Who 
Go Hard Getting 
Chavo Niggas 
Duckin' From 
Rosado Checking 
Battery Life 
Now, Charging 
My iPhone 
I Do It Big, 
You Just The 
Shit 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]