Artist: Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y Album: How Fly (Mixtape) Song: Over the Building Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear Weed in my grinder, mine on a million Taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya If you recognize game, I should be looking familiar If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya If you recognize a G, I should be lookin familiar [Verse 1] Party and chillin and fast livin how I'm suppose too Not the choices given, I chose too Leave the club with a couple of hoes who Love to smoke trees, rolling it e-z widers Paper maintain a low speed, now should I proceed Come from a city where niggas ain't got a lot But got it locked, so I be low key Money, hoes, clothes is all a nigga knows Don't bring enough I blow it by the O I hit the road, cause shit is exactly how it seems Why cat's been sleeping on me I been livin out my dream The marijuana is loud but my surroundings are serene I'm laughin and smoking hoping my camera catch the scene Fresh up out the plane, flick another paper Shorty wanna ride with me as bad as I wanna taker her Put you in demand bitches taking flicks with the planes And send them to their friends Weed the grind mine on a million, and we over the building [Chorus] I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear Weed in my grinder, mine on a million Taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya If you recognize game, I should be looking familiar If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya If you recognize a G, I should be lookin familiar [Verse 2: Curren$y] And I'm livin like a balla 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 can 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'm a pull it out Lay some rubber down, slanging rocks everywhere, people mad as a motherfucker But he jet connected, so they know they can't touch em Airborn from here on, been sworn in Fat pockets, cause I took chance even when they were slim [Chorus] I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear Weed in my grinder, mine on a million Taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya If you recognize game, I should be looking familiar If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya If you recognize a G, I should be lookin familiar