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big sean - phone numbers lyrics

[verse 1 – wiz khalifa]i cop me one, cop me one for my old girl
you think she my newest b-tch, she my old girl
khalifa, a younger n-gg- who handle his
hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is
boss sh-t, look that up my n-gg-, i handle biz
on fire, like a candle is
n-gg-s be dressing off the mannequin
hmm, and i get fresh like where them camera’s is?
better yet sandwiches, bad b-tch spanish friends
could of been the president, rather be the man instead

[chorus – wiz khalifa]now when i get paid,
my checks be looking like phone numbers
now when i get paid, my checks be looking like phone numbers
(you can talk sh-t b-tch, i’m worth a million)
i’m talking millions, n-gg- i’m talking millions
(you can talk sh-t b-tch, i’m worth a million)
i’m talking millions, n-gg- i’m talking millions

time is money so i went and bought a rolex (bought a rolex)
time is money so i went and bought a rolex (bought a rolex)
i’m talking millions, n-gg- i’m talking millions
(you can talk sh-t b-tch, i’m worth a million)
i’m talking millions, n-gg- i’m talking millions
(you can talk sh-t b-tch, i’m worth a million, what?)

[verse 2 – trae tha truth]i’m in the hood off this
something that’s corner surfing
float, no water, my trunk is waving, i’m polar surfing
blowing faces, i’m sh-tting on them diamond infested

time is money, peep the wrist b-tch, my time is invested
i’m still the king and i’m thugged out
any block, any club, i flood it out
i ain’t the one for compet-tion, i’ma blow it out
i’m going hard, i don’t ever plan on going out
i’m getting money, probably something you don’t know about
i stunt hard, you would swear that i was showing out
don’t tell me get them, i got them and i’ma throw them out
and back door on these hoes that i was warning out
while i’m in this machine, convert the top
tell them that the sky is the limit
with a four of freaks, she got her face in my lap
so deep you would think she was hiding in it

[chorus]
[verse 3 – big sean]shrimp, steak, liquor, and pasta
real sh-t boy, these n-gg-s imposters
they deserve a oscar, kevin costner
oh my god sir, what?
i got this and that and everything i want like i got a hostage, yeah
counting seven digits, no wonder why the money calling
got your b-tch panties niagara falling
dollars come like i f-ck in the bank
i told them i could, they tell me i can’t
they want me to trip when i’m ducking the paint
i’m popping champagne, and puffing on dank
shining hard, boy, these n-gg-s got to see me
my d-ck hard, your b-tch is easy

[chorus]

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