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