This Plane - Wiz Khalifa

Uh, Yea, Uh,

Yea, It’s Young Khalifa Man

This for Spacely,

Everyone Call me man

Taylor Gang or Die

And this project is brought to you by (its deal or no deal)

Champagne, and paper planes too

Rostrum Records In This Bitch

Taylor Gang, Happy Hustle Deal or No deal

Yeaah, Bitch

(And Umm)

(I'm)

Screamin fuck them niggas who hated, I’m money affiliated

Speculating me landing, must of 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 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

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 gone miss this plane (plane)

They gone miss this plane (plane)

They gone miss this plaaane (plaaane)

They gone miss this plane (plane)

I try to believe you, I don’t wanna leave but I need to Uh, stuck alone in this wave race

Say I’m living to 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

Wit 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, Imma stand out

And view my life through this lens to see how it pan’s out

Substitute teacher ass nigga’s, need a handout

Middle finger screaming fuck them nigga’s who hated,

I’m money affiliated

Pop another bottle, that chronic smokin degraded

Speculating me landing must of got me mistaken,

I’m speaking as the captain of the plane,

You’s a runner on the jet way

Don’t know 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 gone miss this plane (plane)

They gone miss this plane (plane)

They gone miss this plaaane (plaaane)

They gone miss this plane (plane)

I try to believe you, I don’t wanna leave but I need to