Wiz Khalifa - This Plane (Lyrics)

Wiz Khalifa - This Plane (Lyrics)





[Intro]
Yea, it's Young Khalifa Man
Mr. Spacely
Everyone call me man
Taylor Gang or die
And this project is brought to you by
Champagne, and paper planes too
Rostrum Records in this bitch
Taylor Gang, Heavy Hustle, Deal or No Deal
Yeah, bitch

[Verse 1]
I'm screamin' fuck them niggas who hated, I'm money affiliated
Speculating me landing, must have got me mistaken with lame nigga's
Know you gone get high as fuck as long as the planes with ya
Left that major situation alone and became richer
People talkin' down but see me I'm the same nigga
Leave yo bitch around we gone drink the champagne wit her
We don't touch the ground, see a cloud with my name it
Only ez-widers, please no cigars for me and my gang
Fool, I'm a legend in these streets cause how I do my thang
And don't wear the fitted, I got the city on my chain
Oh man, still they hate and talk smack, knowing if I was gone
There'd be no throne to throw ya rocks at
Cruise at maximum altitudes I'm tryna top that
So in touch with the real them suckas tryna stop that
But I, live or let die, party get high
And tell them lames to the plane or let fly

[Hook]
Don't know what they hate for
I'm just gettin my paper
Well, maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone
I don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame
They gon' miss this plane
They gon' miss this plane
They gon' miss this plane
They gon' miss this plane
I try to believe you, I don't wanna leave but I need to

[Verse 2]
Stuck alone in this wave race
Say I'm living too fast, don't plan on changing my pace
Got one foot on the gas, there's never a need for brakes
Smoke ez-wider's with hash, fuck bitches from out of state
Valet bringing my cars, a waiter to bring me plates
Shrimp and fillet Mignon, we celebrate buying drinks
With a couple of broads, my nigga's and who got love for me
It's lonely at the top, I'm tired of having company
Uh, so while you busy trying to fit in, I'mma stand out
And view my life through this lens to see how it pans out
Substitute teacher ass niggas, need a handout
Middle finger screaming fuck them niggas who hated
I'm money affiliated
Pop another bottle, that chronic smokin' degraded
Speculating me landing must've got me mistaken
I'm speaking as the captain of the plane
You're a runner on the jet way

[Hook]