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The Planes

 

The Planes

(アルバム: How Fly - 2009)


[Chorus:]
I guarantee you leave the club with us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say
That money will be seen, as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seeing
We'll reach the fucking ceiling, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seeing
We'll reach the fucking ceiling, yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Curren$y:]
My car ride by without the booming system
I'd rather spend that loot on my engine
Oh, hail to the chief, I been one helluva indian
But settling in teepees ain't sitting well with me see
I need plenty green acres
And easy wider papers
Got the OG game in me sega
Bulls verses lasers to the left
I played her, but you treat her right
Sucka what I get in one night
You wait a couple months for
You love her, I cut up
She woke and I was gone only weed crumbs on the cover
Yeah spitta get it like that
Just how I said it in my raps respect it don't I keep it real
Said I fuck you good and disappear, ain't that what I did?
Niggas talking down on the planes better shut up
I'm fed up, waiting on valet to pull my vet up
You better get up
Trynna be cute bitch I'm a leave you
Her home girl she said "please" too,
She no crazy

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Drunk nights going through my phone tryna figure out which one I want to get at
You already home cooking and grinding my weed for me, I just left the club but I'll be there in a minute
Take the lock off the door
And that way you won't even have to listen for me
Oh yeah, and leave some light on in the kitchen darling
I mess with the baddest hoes
Gotta go overseas to buy their clothes
Trees she got 'em rolled
Don't gotta deal with jealousy cause she not involved
Ain't tripping on her man cause she got her own, yeah
Independent as can be still I'm the one they're calling
Be there then I'm in the wind no breakfast in the morning
Phil, I'm in and out like it's fast food
People get to know me say I'm more than just a rap dude
Pay the cost to be the boss no tax due
Now my money feeling like it's tattooed

[Chorus]

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