[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, rolling up the grass, living better than them niggas
That I used to look up to, I can show you how [bad word] up
Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood
Where the weathers good and the parties always popping up or
Somebody be dropping off some trees
I mean I got enough to go around everything for the free so you ain’t gotta
Smoke with me and my homies down to go at any one town and get this paper
I swear ain’t nobody do me no favours
Twisting up the medicine, [bad word] on [bad word] Easy part’s forgetting, but the hardest part’s to try forgiving
Niggas for mistaking me, or thinking I was one to wait up on
Cause I was young thought I was dumb [bad word]  what you made’s a photographic memory
Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure
And my autograph is bigger to your nieces and your nephews
And those other ones not to mention your niggas
You caught ‘em repping Taylor Gang with us

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi taking pictures
I spark up a J and ask ‘em if they wanna take one with us
Made man, ain’t nobody make a [bad word] ‘Bout to book a flight to Vegas, tryna take one with us
You niggas too small dawg, me I’m thinking bigger [bad word] on how I’m smoking weed and drinking liquor
Or how I was nominated, but not the winner
But you should start counting on how much I made this year

Yeah [bad word]  I’m up in the air, [bad word] And the [bad word] that I got on cost some money to wear, [bad word] Owner of the team, I ain’t even a player, [bad word] Four hours up, niggas ain’t caring now it’s getting dark for you niggas it ain't even fair, [bad word] Blowing hella dank, I mean so much I think it’s growing out my hair
The weed is in the jar, the grinder is over there