Curren$y - Surface To Air lyrics

{Uh Jets n***a now where haven't we... they look up to jets n***a now where haven't we... f** boys wondering if the b**h next} [Curren$y:] Ask yaself... how fly... the planes and the taylor gang... [x7] Haters stand clear of em, ya'll stand cheer for em, shook away from lames and over came let's here it for em' Zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to em', Outta nowhere air hare jordans... Kicked up sittin' 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**hes gold diggin' lame n***as out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace Then slide through the set and f** the JETS cause' she respect us You think you got a winner, but you don't I bet she let us (lettuce) Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup... the works! Driving in a aquifina truck to the club cause Wiz told me that these b**hes 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:] Uhhh, ain't nah n***as iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile Uhhh, ol' s**a a** n***a go somewhere and f** yourself cause ain't nobody f**in' with us You didn't put 100 on it then you can't hit it.' Me and my n***a Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin' Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame n***as puttin' locks and chains on they b**hes [Wiz Khalifa:] Smoke filled rooms, camera lens zooms from a mile away you smell the fumes College girls play me in their ipod or zune Even b**hes with bad attitudes bumpin' to our tunes, they high maintenance Give em' wings let em' fly places, introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers Rollin' in lime papers and Randy's, smokin' out somewhere where the sand be. Plan B k**in' these kids Not Michael Jackson, I ain't feeling these kids, and you hatin' such a shame that's where your energy is I'm in a Gfizz flying, leave your b**hes with the planes now she sky diving. Hella vibin' And your hating adds 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:] Uhhh, ain't nah n***as iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile Uhhh, ol' s**a a** n***a go somewhere and f** yourself cause ain't nobody f**in' with us You didn't put 100 on it then you can't hit it.' Me and my n***a Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin' Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame n***as puttin' locks and chains on they b**hes