Over the Building

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]

Yeah

Jet set, now where haven't we been yet

Taylor Gang, they rollin' up them paper planes

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

I'm in the air

All I want is the money, and I see it so clear

Weed in my grinder, mind on a million

Taylor Gang and The Planes, you know we over the building

If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya

If you recognize game, I should be looking familiar

If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya

If you reconize a G, I should be lookin' familiar

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Party, and chillin, and fast livin', how I'm supposed too

Not the choices given, I chose too leave the club with a couple of hoes who—

Love to smoke trees, rolling the E-Z wider papers, maintain a low speed

Now shall I proceed, come from a city where niggas ain't got a lot

But got it locked, so I be low key, uh

Money, hoes, clothes, is all a nigga knows

Don't bring a nug, I blow it by the O, I hit the road

Cause shit's is exactly how it seems

While cats been sleeping on me, I been livin' out my dream

The marijuana's loud, but my surroundings are serene

I'm laughin and smoking hoping my camera catch the scene, fresh up out the plane

Flick another paper, shorty wanna ride with me

As bad as I wanna taker her, put you in demand

Bitches taking flicks with the planes, and send them to their friends

Weed to grind, mind on a million, and we over the building

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

I'm in the air

All I want is the money, and I see it so clear

Weed in my grinder, mind on a million

Taylor Gang and The Planes, you know we over the building

If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya

If you recognize game, I should be looking familiar

If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya

If you reconize a G, I should be lookin' familiar

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

And I'm livin like a baller, loc

I'm having money, and blowing hella chronic smoke

Did we just become best friends with these hoes on a boat?

Well, probably so, but we don't love them no

Only cake causes my heart to palpitate, darling

Clean that money, keep this dirty ball revolving

No pausing, I get too high to have downtime

No matter what your watch say, nigga, it's my time

I hear them critics right now

"All them fools make is weed songs, blah blah blah”

You sound like a sucka, tune ya out

As I'm tuning up my Chevelle, this weekend I'ma pull it out

Lay some rubber down, slinging rocks everywhere

People mad as a mothafucka, but he Jet connected, so they know they can't touch him

Airborn from here on, been sworn in

Fat pockets, cause I took chances, even when they were slim

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

I'm in the air

All I want is the money, and I see it so clear

Weed in my grinder, mind on a million

Taylor Gang and The Planes, you know we over the building

If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya

If you recognize game, I should be looking familiar

If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya

If you reconize a G, I should be lookin' familiar