Lyrics:

[Wiz Khalifa: Verse 1]
No joint roaches in my car
Play the game smart
We gone get this cheese
Don't give police a reason to fuck us off
I done seen the ups
Not a stranger to the downs
But for now we smoke divas in my loft
Champagne with bitches with foreign names
My homie hit me on a text
He ain't want nothin' just to tell me that I got next
And keep it G
I'm in your town frequently
Got the bottle, bring the trees
Watch some movies hit this weed
Yea a nigga livin' care free
Please don't blow my fly pardon the high nigga tendencies
And duplicate us but the planes but they pretend to be
Through all the bullshit overcame and still remained a G
Clicquot slow and sour D's smoke
She leave the room, you smell it on her fingers bro
Askin silly questions, bout where you been
Saying you look different
Had the time of her life not to mention
You ain't been this high in a minute
Took ownership of the air
I'm fly, You niggas just trying to visit
Yea... Yea bitch

[Hook]
Where ever that paper go
I'm gon' get it, So mommy are you wit it?
I gotta know
We in the spotlight
Never been high as you are 'til you get on my flight
Up and away we go
On my plane, mama they know my name
Everywhere that we go
And they rep the gang everywhere that we go
Everywhere that we go
Ohohh

[Wiz Khalifa: Verse 2]
While you at home on twitter tryna hack in her page and shit
We smoking and crackin jokes at how lame you is, uh
Hotel room right up by the water even taught her how to use a joint roller
A Titan but came from underground like a oiler
Here like I never left back like a spoiler
Give my keys to valet, waiter take my order
Yall been waitin for real niggas to eat the way they oughta
Kyleon

[Killa Kyleon: Verse 3]
Young Khalifa, cooler than kush reefer
Good drink that'll seat ya
Put you in a sleeper
Louis on my peepers but I see that bread (clearly tho)
Good music is the Consequence we Legends (Really Doe)
Minus Kanye, but we got this money in Common
We get it Day and Night
Could've married to it no woman
I'm the shit, no bummin'
Money talk, no hummin'
Put the GPS on it, Locate it, im commin'
I'm in somethin paper plate it
Get it, decapitate it
And if the bomb creams
Super boats swangs fascinated
With the fast life
Haters to the left I got my cash right
Irish spring green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe
Get up like a flashlight
VVS's in my necklace lookin like bad dikes
All my bitches bad like
Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim Kardash type
5 star chicks, first class like my last flight

[Hook]