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Wiz Khalifa
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O.T.T.R. (Off To The Races)
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
They saying, it's bout time some real n*ggas made it
And when I go outside they sayin' I'm famous
And some don't understand but listen close and you'll find out
I'm running through the ground, you smell the kush when I ride out
I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And n*ggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll it up and when it's stuffed we 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 countin' up buds
Mouth got cotton prolly from the drug
Lot of pot in my process love?
Don't hate a n*gga cause I'm blessed
Judge me by my progress bruh!
I obsess with every dollar I get
F*ck you think we made it out the projects for
The object is to make money and get the most from it
And more money, cause more money ain't enough of it
I know n*ggas who had money and let it go to nothing
Just blow money and ain't got nothin' to show for it
That's f*cking stupid!
Same as my diamonds and the fact I'm buying all this new shit
Made a million a way a n*gga grind'll be a blueprint
I'm talkin' champagne shit
Audemar Tailor Made shit
Look at my jackets, say 'hand made' b*tch
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[Verse 2 - Curren$y]
And I'm a Pimp C
Leaning in my ride like I Bun B
Sittin' tall on my chrome seat but I'm blowin' the C
My girl in the sheet fast asleep
I'm in the street after the cheddar
Peddlin' melodies, purchasin' better things
On the road to the riches I done drove over n*ggas
My n*gga we major, we been major since independent
Made it to what they sayin', we made it but we ain't handed
We too busy gettin' it
Hound dog sniffin' it out
Twistin' a whole pound celebratin' 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*gga shit the only thing I'm dealing with slim
B*tch you know that I'm the only reason you still in this club
Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[Verse 3 - Big Sean]
Yellin' 'suck a d*ck or die hoe'
See your main b*tch is my side hoe
Smokin' top shelf on the top flo'
I'm a boss b*tch
I take my time and get a pronto?
You probably f*ckin' around doing some shit I ain't got time fo'
Pussy boy!
F*ck you and your hoe anatomy b*tch
My nuclear like an academy b*tch
It's Finally Famous the Faculty b*tch
Killin' these n*ggas no casualties
Money and weed is a real n*gga salary
Man, these rappers sound like me and
Honestly that shit is so flattering b*tch
(Thank you, thank you, thank you)
You want me to slip up and fall
Crash, burn, but I just keep pissin' them off
I got movies to make
I got women to call
I got deals on the table
I can't be dealin' with y'all
(N*gga)
Rather crash parties and burn money
And if you pick the ashes up you still can't earn from me
Bottom line is, I never wait in line b*tch
And I'm rollin' King Kush, I'm your Royal Highness
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
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