Текст песне : Curren$y. Other. Airplane.

(Talking)
Shoutout to Fam-Lay
ughhhhhh

(Hook)
when you think of boss niggas think of me
cause if theres a stressin aint no question at his side (spitta)
altough i conceal my identity
beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes
they know that nigga stuntin
he be gettin money
they know that nigga ballin
the hoes he all fuckin
they know that nigga famous
they know that nigga blingin
and they know the niggas i be wit is too dangerous (fly society)
ughhhh

(Verse 1)

nigga skip all the bull shit
red and black jordan number 1's, im on my bulls shit
hustle like grocery carts, you push it
nigga spend good money on it if its good shit
im on the set wit young roddy on this hood shit
chillin like a villain, hope the popo dont ruin it
chicks dig what i spit, tell me to keep doin it
chicks whipped by the dick, want me to keep doin it
cant get what i get, i cop kicks numerous
limited editions, spitta shop for exclusiveness
fuck fuckin wit fuck boys and they fuckin foolishness
got ya homies watchin ya back like a big booty bitch
cuz ya cant maneuver the mat without losin it
jack boys screamin on ya, makin ya move ya shit
i might see two, but they dont reach in my cooler slick
try to catch a cold, ya catch an uzi clip
yeaaaaaa

(Hook)
when you think of boss niggas think of me
cause if theres a stressin aint no question at his side (spitta)
altough i conceal my identity
beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes
they know that nigga stuntin
he be gettin money
they know that nigga ballin
the hoes he off fuckin
they know that nigga famous
they know that nigga blingin
and they know the niggas i be wit is too dangerous
ughhhh

there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
spitter spitta
ughhhh

(Verse 2)
the band on my watch is ceramic
bezzle got the same rocks that dropped the titanic
people talk about him, word of mouth is gigantic
rappers gettin worried, they just startin to panic
hope ya didnt blow ya advance, you better manage
the few cents you got left, cuz thats ya last chips
hot spitta no longer next, i am the present
ya girl ask santa for me, cuz im her present
telescope on the balcony, watching the planets
telephone ringin, im too high to answer it
tell my homie bring me a pack of them ziz zags'
gonna be a high time like the fuckin magazine
if ya song wack, i'll heal the cut, im bandaged
cluckers say one time, and the dope boys vanished
like the joint im smokin right now, after the last hit
im toasted like a quiznos sandwich
spitta

(Hook)
when you think of boss niggas think of me
cause if theres a stressin aint no question at his side (spitta)
altough i conceal my identity
beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes
they know that nigga stuntin
he be gettin money
they know that nigga ballin
the hoes he off fuckin
they know that nigga famous
they know that nigga blingin
and they know the niggas i be wit is too dangerous
ughhhh

there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
there go the airplane.... schwooosh....
uh uh ughhhh (echoes)


(Thanks to fs jet set for these lyrics)