Over the Building

Lyrics

[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