Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y - Layover lyrics

Yeah, yeah Yuh, jets n***a now where haven't we been yet? b**hes, I taylor gang that Yuah Yuaah How fly, uh? The backseat is for newborns Homie, I'm grown I'll hop in front And drive this b**h on my own Out the driveway Windows half raised Bumpin' ma$e or some sade' Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors Like them houston players Got the two door caprice Black and red, like a Sega Genesis Pa**word first pimpin' Or you can't get into this hangar Access denied, you can't fly You a lame spiderman Tangled in a web of lies Global travel, red eyes Plan plots, strategize Doube xl, now I'm after The source and the vibe Only magazines yet to recognize In 2009 n***a worth it, he deserve it He ain't perfect, but he workin' On that second album Dropped the first one With Amalgam Digital dollars, afford flights Where the ma**ages will be provided By my down a** exotic dancing italian goddess The planes got it That's why she's ridin' with the pilot Find spitta smoked out in the same crowd Where waldo was spotted Orange rectangle boxes in my pockets n***as on a quest like Jonny and Hadji Haha, yeah (jet set, now where haven't we been yet?) How fly? The mix tape is officially done This is it, right here Haha, yeah, uh I'm back better than ever No hiatus, just weed crushers Rollers, and one and a half wide papers Catch me and spitta smokin' up You got trees? n***a, light it I heard this is a weed friendly environment Seen 'em at my shows Front row, gettin' excited They all smoke and memorize my lines Say I'm the tightest Know b**hes who rep the gang Hard as n***as who do the same And don't support the bullsh** They only do the planes In every city we smokin' like a train They heard I'm swingin' past Now them b**hes gettin' gas, octane Not a name to compare 'em to I can skydive, no parachute With just a dope pair of shoes Zig zags and hella tattoos Put you in a mindstate That this is my movie Put you in it too The bomb weed make it critical Sit with the vampire in his interview