[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Look [bad word] I can roll up some more weed
Or order 22 more bottles of Don P
My presidential Rolex shining, that's on Gs
The clothes that I got on are designers from overseas
I pulled up getting high, told the valet to hold my keys
Hopped out, walk in that [bad word]  bought everything that I seen
Niggas hating, [bad word] wishing they can get in position for some infiltration
Taylor Gang [bad word]  don't deal with no shape shift
Only real [bad [bad word] up in my playlist
I keep it way too real to [bad word] with your fake [bad word] 
This the real right here, roll one up and face it

T-G-O-
Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper

Give a [bad word] about a hater

[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
T-G-O-D, peep the game from the floor seats
Here for my throne, put them [bad word] in the nosebleeds
(T-G-O-D), married to the money
Fornicating with the ballers and [bad word] a prenup like the Kobes
(T-G-O-D), educating hoes
On the what, where, hows of embodying a boss, see
 [bad word] I school [bad word] on the whats and the whos
And the guts and the shoes and how the body of a Porsche be
Now it's rock-a-bye [bad word] 
Lights out when I'm rocking my vicious
 [bad word] to-waist ratio
Giuseppe shipped out in (?), rent on a (?)
(Oo-la-la-la) is the way that we rock when we doing our thing
(Oo-la-la-la) is the first class high that the Taylors bring
My circle, anti-square
 [bad word] like a (?)
Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I birth
None of you hoes have earned, none of you hoes have learned
Vicariously living through my shadows
Got them throwing more shade than a clouded out meadow
Living in a land called Lala, no Melo
Maserati sitting on lips all yellow
Smoked out interior like a cigarillo
Now these hoes wanna hang, leave them hanging like hello
(Ha ha ha ha ha) until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the Earth
Forever stay a real [bad word] and only fear God
When the Devil get to tempting me, I only hear God
And my [bad word] help build me, so endear eyes
Lauryn we'll forever love you, you'll forever feel hearts

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Paper, paper, paper, I'm so [bad word] Taylor'd
Burning dope, getting ashes on the calculator
Big wads in my pockets, money barely bend
I'm so sincere riding in a (?) Benz
Hit the booty club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't [bad word] with ratchet hoes, only 10s

[Hook]