Yeah 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

Yeah

Rostrum records in this b**ch

Taylor gang heavy hustle

Deal or no deal

Yeah b**ch

You know

I'm

Screaming f** k them niggas who hated I'm money affiliated

Speculating me landing must have got me mistaken with lame niggas

Know you gone get high as f**k as long as the planes with you

Left that major situation alone and became richer

People talking down but see me I'm the same ni**a

Leave your b**ch around we gone drink the champagne with 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 your 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 deplane or let fly

Don't know what they hatin' 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

Shame shame

They gon' miss this plane plane plane

They gon' miss this plane plane plane

They gon' miss this plane plane plane

They gon' miss this plane

I try to believe you I don't wanna leave but I need to

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 f**k b**ches 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 ni**a'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 a** niggas need a handout

Middle finger screaming f**k them niggas who hated I'm money affiliated

Pop another bottle that chronic smoke integrated

Speculating me landing must've got me mistaken

I'm speaking as the captain of the plane

You'se a runner on the jet way

Don't know what they hatin' 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

Shame shame

They gon' miss this plane plane plane

They gon' miss this plane plane plane

They gon' miss this plane plane plane

They gon' miss this plane

I try to believe you I don't wanna leave but I need to