[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

Know a lot niggas run around say they repping the game homie

No, they not like mine

I'm the type of nigga that will go out and spend anything on you

Long as it's not my type

I'm the smoking weed and chilling and living life like a playa

(Uh huh)

I'm the smoking weed and throwing this money all in the air

[Verse 1: Berner]

I'm smokin' and I'm chillin'

I'm drinking and I'm drivin'

I'm partying in Vegas

Until the sun rises, you should try it

I'mma wake up in the mornin'

Break it down and roll it

And let 'em get a bit of this player shit I'm holding

Six in the morning, she don't wanna go home

I rock the 212 with the wood grain on the chrome

I let the money talk for me, I don't answer my phone

It's me and three dancers heading back to my home

I got a shoebox full of cash, new kicks in the bag

I spent twenty-two grand for this shit on my hand

I'm into flexin', I got a yellow bone out in Texas

That loves to send me butt naked pictures

Wassup to my girls in Santa Rosa

My girls in Arizona

Got a girl in Minnesota

She a crazy little stoner

I got three cribs, three big ass houses, kick my shoes off

Flat screens, Italian couches, huh

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

Know a lot niggas run around say they repping the game homie

No, they not like mine

I'm the type of nigga that will go out and spend anything on you

Long as it's not my type

I'm the smoking weed and chilling and living life like a playa

I'm the smoking weed and throwing this money all in the air

[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]

'67 Impala, double seat frames

Figures never a problem and doubles we gain

Them Chanels and sail dead weed

Living with no trippin', so inhale that weed

See a circle divine and squares come in place

Slowly minus all they angles and scale I'm in pace

Balance on these bitches, get my palace on these bitches

And the swag might shock 'em, get my dollas on these switches

That's my nigga Berner, yeah he keep the burner

These hot niggas keep switching, we can feel them squirming

It's shit right here niggas

E.G. all day, line up I'm like your bitches old J's

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

Know a lot niggas run around say they repping the game homie

No, they not like mine

I'm the type of nigga that will go out and spend anything on you

Long as it's not my type

I'm the smoking weed and chilling and living life like a playa

I'm the smoking weed and throwing this money all in the air