[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah
Ask yourself
How fly?

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y]
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
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceiling', yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceiling', yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
My car ride by without the boomin' system
I'd rather spend that loot on my engine
All hail to the chief, I been one hell of a indian
But settling in tepees ain't sitting' well with me, see
I need plenty green acres, and EZ Wider papers
Got the OG game in me, Sega Bulls Versus Blazers
To the left I played her, but you treat her right, sucka
What I get in one night, you wait a couple months for, you love her
I cut her, she woke and I was gone, only weed crumbs on the cover
Yeah, Spitta did her like that
Just like I said it in my raps, respect it, don’t I keep it real?
Said I fuck you good and disappear, ain't that what I did?
N***as talkin' down on The Planes better shut up
I'm fed up, waitin' on valet to pull my 'Vette up
You better get up, tryna be cute, bitch, I'ma leave you
Her homegirl, she said please too, she no crazy
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y]
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 seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Drunk nights going through my phone
Tryna figure out which one I want to get at
You already home cookin' 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, darlin'
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 trippin' on her man, cause she got her own, yeah
Independent as can be, still I'm the one they're calling
Beat her, then I'm in the wind, no breakfast in the morning
Fill, I'm in and out like it's fast food
People get to know me, say I'm more than just a rap dude
Paid the cost to be the boss, no tax due
Now my money peeling like it's tattooed, yeah
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y]
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
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceiling, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceiling, yeah yeah yeah yeah