Lyrics:
[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeaaahhh bitch
The Jets and the Taylor gang
Champagne, paper planes
You already know what it is man
Young Khalifa, my nigga spitta
Yeah
name
I'm just tryna do some things to ya
Take ya home, let you rep Taylor Gang
Let you roll up a plane
Let you bring your homegirls
Let my boys run
my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism
Like some kind of congressman?
(Taylor, you'll be fine)
I wake up screaming from dreaming
One day, I'll
dollar bill
I blow a hundred bands just to fuck around with
That ho that you in love with
The ho I mess around with
Come fuck with a Taylor
Blue
for you, let me roll a plane for you
No room for your drive
How I hug the lane on you
With no motorcycle, just my taylor guys
They smiling in our face
Taylor Gang, Jetlife
My dawgs scroll up, my dawgs roll up
Your dawgs ain't loyal, your dawgs fall short
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them
she'd rather be stoned
I got some shrooms I could put you on
And you ain't come alone, two cones
And your favorite Taylor gang playlist
Now you're in
yo’ pussy wetter than a hurricane
Gotta couple bitches sippin’ on McQueen
Then get back to my crib
She ain’t gon’ never leave
She walk with the Taylor’s
Uh, ya already know what it is, man
Taylor Gang and I’m still talkin' champagne
Good weed, bad bitches, and airplanes
Niggas get extra likes, spare
Uh, jets, nigga, now where haven't we?
Taylor Gang
Stay rollin' up them paper planes
Yeah, yeah, jets, nigga
Now where haven't we?
And I'm tryin'
chose up, you can't blame her
We in the room high as a sky scraper
We came this far, never gon' change up, homie that's Taylor
Straight game, what I
she's tryna savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man
Should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me
But can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black eleven's
nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting
Yeah it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Lame niggas putting locks and chains on they bitches
Smoke
(Get money more) that's every day
(Get money more) that's every day
I'm 20 years in and I still win
Hanging with the Taylor's drinking gin and I'm
does that fall in line with your whole ideology of being a Taylor?
Taylors do what they want to do
That's the ideology about it
For me, personally,
money (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Taylor's!
I got love, fuck your money (yeah)
Why are we stuck on the surface?
Let's go back to the basics
everday
Making money fuckin hoes, I’m repping Taylor Gang
That nigga, they telling me I’m that nigga
Like the room's full of white folks, I’m that nigga
You know it's hard out here for a pimp
I don't even know what I spent
Smokin' weed 'bout to get low in the Bentley
Taylor Gang no we ain't friendly
rookie
Taylor Gang, straight trippy
Hustle Gang what it is, pimping?
Got so many white friends I bring back Tommy Hilfiger
A-T-L, let me find out
Memphis
for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just
she's tryna savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man
Should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me
But can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black eleven's
Yeah it's young Khalifa Man
Mr. Spacely
Everyone call me man
Taylor Gang or die
And this project is brought to you by
Champagne
And paper planes too
there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there
And seven times he's asked me for a date
And Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lotta ice
Whenever he's away"
"And Mr.
Yeah, what up taylor gang?
Star power, Star year, you know what it is?
Ink my whole body, I don't give a motherfuck
Ink, ink my whole body, I don't
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