^{Wiz Khalifa - Chorus} I grew tired of the same, then one night Packed my things, told the one I love I’ll be back one day Through the fight, through the pain Booked a flight, took a plane Told her not to cry I’ll be back one day (Remix) Been dreaming this since I was young So baby girl I’ll be going til I’m gone (gone) Til I’m gone (gone) ^{Tinie Tempah - Verse 1} Can’t see me bitch, I’m something you will never know I’m a star you need a muthaf*cking telescope Doing numbers, punching in the telephones I give em line after line like I’m selling coke I’m well connected like a nigga with a modem And these bitches know I ball that's why these bitches on my scrotum Flying right across the ocean bumping Frank and Billy Ocean On a private jet, they let a nigga smoke, think I’m joking Come and play, pour out another bottle Bring your girls round and lets turn my apartment to a brothel I do this shit for real, blowing up the clubs And when they see the bottles then them bitches know it’s us, muthaf*ckers ^{Wiz Khalifa - Chorus} I grew tired of the same, then one night Packed my things, told the one I love I’ll be back one day Through the fight, through the pain Booked a flight, took a plane Told her not to cry I’ll be back one day Been dreaming this since I was young So baby girl I’ll be going til I’m gone (gone) Til I’m gone (gone) Til I’m gone But I wont be gone for too long ^{Pusha T - Verse 2} Yeah, you see I’m back like I never left The haters stay, see they never left I’m selling ^? over treble Wrist looking like a treasure chest Hella pads and hella jets We fly, back seats we drive Hotels attire, next stop Dubai Tell a bitch “bye bye” We getting at this money at the moment Drop SLS is just a bonus Push with Tinie Tempah, better watch ya temper The holder of that ^?, got a heart like December So roll with the winners or move out the way of the storm Cause I’m coming for all crowns till the day that I’m gone Never gone. ^{Wiz Khalifa - Chorus Jim Jones} Spent summers, Harlem world, spent summers in Miami Atlanta stripper girls got my ^? in the Grammys And I be buying time, just like my Audemar You catch us flying by inside them foreign cars My sneakers from uptown, my diamonds from the district And when I be uptown, you know I got the biscuit So crack another bottle, light another blunt Mommy looking good, see that bitch from the front She going to the back, but that’s not the trunk She had some Louie luggage, put your bags up in the front You catch us in the kitchen, and we be cooking powder These niggas ain't freshen if you put ‘em in the shower ^{Wiz Khalifa - Chorus}