[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah
Jet set, now where haven't we been yet
Taylor Gang, they rollin' up them paper planes

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm in the air
All I want is the money, and I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder, mind on a million
Taylor Gang and The Planes, you know we over the building
If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya
If you recognize game, I should be looking familiar
If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya
If you reconize a G, I should be lookin' familiar

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Party, and chillin, and fast livin', how I'm supposed too
Not the choices given, I chose too leave the club with a couple of hoes who—
Love to smoke trees, rolling the E-Z wider papers, maintain a low speed
Now shall I proceed, come from a city where n***as ain't got a lot
But got it locked, so I be low key, uh
Money, hoes, clothes, is all a n***a knows
Don't bring a nug, I blow it by the O, I hit the road
Cause shit's is exactly how it seems
While cats been sleeping on me, I been livin' out my dream
The marijuana's loud, but my surroundings are serene
I'm laughin and smoking hoping my camera catch the scene, fresh up out the plane
Flick another paper, shorty wanna ride with me
As bad as I wanna taker her, put you in demand
Bitches taking flicks with the planes, and send them to their friends
Weed to grind, mind on a million, and we over the building
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm in the air
All I want is the money, and I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder, mind on a million
Taylor Gang and The Planes, you know we over the building
If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya
If you recognize game, I should be looking familiar
If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya
If you reconize a G, I should be lookin' familiar

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And I'm livin like a baller, loc
I'm having money, and blowing hella chronic smoke
Did we just become best friends with these hoes on a boat?
Well, probably so, but we don't love them no
Only cake causes my heart to palpitate, darling
Clean that money, keep this dirty ball revolving
No pausing, I get too high to have downtime
No matter what your watch say, n***a, it's my time
I hear them critics right now
"All them fools make is weed songs, blah blah blah”
You sound like a sucka, tune ya out
As I'm tuning up my Chevelle, this weekend I'ma pull it out
Lay some rubber down, slinging rocks everywhere
People mad as a mothafucka, but he Jet connected, so they know they can't touch him
Airborn from here on, been sworn in
Fat pockets, cause I took chances, even when they were slim
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm in the air
All I want is the money, and I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder, mind on a million
Taylor Gang and The Planes, you know we over the building
If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya
If you recognize game, I should be looking familiar
If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya
If you reconize a G, I should be lookin' familiar