| Uh, Yea, Uh, Yea, It's Young Khalifa Man Mr. Spacely, Whatever you wanna 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 [Verse] 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 ya bitch around we gone drink this champagne wit her We don't touch the ground see a cloud with my name it, Only easy riders, please no cigars for me and my gang Fool I'm a legend in these streets that's how I do my thang And Don't where the fitted, I got the city on my chain Oh, man still they hatin talk smack, knowing if I was gone there be no throne to throw ya rocks at Cruising maximum altitudes I'm tryna top that So in touch with the real them suckers tryna stop that But I, live or let die, party get high And tell them lames to the plane or let fly [Chorus] Don't know why they hate for 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)... www.elyricsworld.com I try to believe ... |
