Surface to Air lyrics

[Intro]
(Jets n*gga now where haven't we)
(They look up to jets n*gga now where haven't we)
(f*ck boys wondering if the b*tch next)
Ask yourself
How fly
The Planes and the Taylor Gang

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Haters stand clear of em, y'all stand, cheer for 'em
Shook away from lames and ove came, let's hear it for em
Zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to 'em
Outta nowhere, Air-hare Jordans
Kicked up, sitting behind a mahogany desk
Crumblin 'erb, just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest
Flow sick, need a check up, flow sick, that's how I got my checks up
Bad b*tches, gold digging lame n*ggas
Out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
Then slide through the set and f*ck the Jets cause she respect us
You think you got a winner, but you don't I bet she let us
Pickles, tomatoes, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup, the works
Driving in a Aquifina truck to the club
Cause Wiz told me that these b*tches was thirst
Crash test dummy honey need a helmet, cause she jumping head first
It's amazing how I get so high, and stay so down to Earth
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Ain't naan n*ggas iller
Explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Old sucka-ass n*gga go somewhere and f*ck yourself
Cause ain't nobody f*cking with us
You didn't put a hundred on it then you can't hit it
Me and my n*gga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting
Yea, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Lame n*ggas putting locks and chains on they b*tches

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Smoke filled rooms, camera lens zooms
From a mile away you can smell the fumes
College girls play me in their iPod or Zune
Even b*tches with bad attitudes bumping to our tunes, they high maintenance
Give 'em wings let em fly places, introduce you to high times
Flavors, and skyscrapers, rolling in lime papers, and Randy's
Smoking out somewhere where the sand be, plan B, killing these kids
Not Michael Jackson, I ain't feeling these kids
And you hating, such a shame that's where your energy is
I'm in a Gfizz flying, leave your b*tches with the planes
Now she sky diving, hella vibing
And your hating, that's just more steam
More chips, now I'm living more Rothstein
So for every thing it's worth
I travel all four corners of the Earth, putting in work
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Ain't naan n*ggas iller
Explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Old sucka-ass n*gga go somewhere and f*ck yourself
Cause ain't nobody f*cking with us
You didn't put a hundred on it then you can't hit it
Me and my n*gga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting
Yea, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Lame n*ggas putting locks and chains on they b*tches