Surface to Air Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

[Intro]
[Jets nigga now where haven't we
They look up to jets nigga now where haven't we
Fuck boys wondering if the bitch next]
Ask yourself
How fly
The planes and the Taylor Gang

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Haters stand clear of em
Y'all stand cheer for em
Shook away from lames and over came let's hear it for em
Zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to em
Outta nowhere air hare Jordans
Kicked up sitting behind a mahogany desk
Crumbling 'erb just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest
Flow sick need a check up
Flow sick that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold digging lame niggas
Out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
Then slide through the set and fuck the JETS cause she respect us
You think you got a winner but you don't I bet she let us
Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup, the works
Driving in a Aquifina truck to the club
Cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy honey need a helmet cause she jumping head first
It's amazing how I get so high and stay so down to Earth