[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Victory I envision, so my mission is to win
One look at my arm she like wizzle where your skin?
Hating niggas talk, hear they whispers in the wind, but I don't wanna do them harm so I kill them with my pen
Niggas say I'm toro, money don't bend
Root of all evil, guess my bank is full of sin
Couldn't be a suit and tie, tired of barely paying rent. Told them fuckers I'm doing numbers so take it on the chin
Metabolism quick, so it's hard to see what I'm eatin'
Going on retreats and rolling sweets while I'm tweetin'
Paradise for a weekend then I'm back in the trap. Never dealt with any drugs still the tasks on my back
Money on my mind, everything's strapped. You getting and playing, I'll teach a class how to act
Somebody tell youtube I prolly need a plaque, couple hundred thousand views and not the dot on my mac
09's mine, 08 was great. They honor Kanye, and paid Lil Wayne. Gucci did it big, but came home and got it straight, and every nigga in the biz did a song with t-pain
No front page, but for those who did... I send them my best wishes the industry's a bitch
That's why I'm on my shit, new luggage and a flip, shooting movies all my life no script, no script
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