Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – Over The Building Lyrics

Over The Building

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

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"Over The Building." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 01:26 pm

Album: How Fly

Track No: 14

Yeah
Jump set, nowhere haven't we been, yeah
Taylor Gang, they rollin' up them paper planes
Yeah, uh
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 in 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 lookin' familiar
If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya
If you recognize a G, I should be lookin' familiar, yeah
Partyin', chillin', and last livin', how I'm suppose to
Not the choices given, I chose to
Leave the club with a couple of hoes who
Love to smoke trees, rollin' the e-z wider papers
Maintain a low speed, now shall I proceed?
Come from a city where **** ain't got a lot
But got it locked, so I be low-key
Uh, money, hoes, clothes, is all a **** knows
Don't bring a nug, I blow it by the O
I hit the road, 'cause shit's exactly how it seems
While cat's been sleepin' on me, I been livin' out my dream
The marijuana is loud, but my surroundings are serene
I'm laughin' and smokin', hopin' 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 takin' flicks with the planes
And send them to their friends
Weed to grind, mind on a million, and we over the building
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 in 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 lookin' familiar
If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya
If you recognize a G, I should be lookin' familiar, yeah
And I'm livin' like a baller, low
I'm havin' money and blowin' 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 can cake causes my heart to palpitate, darlin'
Clean that money, keep this dirty ball revolvin'
No pausin', I get too high to have downtime
No matter what your watch say, ****, 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
And I'm tunin' up my Chevelle
This weekend I'ma pull it out
Lay some rubber down, slingin' rocks everywhere
People mad as a motherfucka
But he jet connected so they know they can't touch them
Airborne from here on, been sworn in
Fat pockets 'cause I took chances even when they were slim
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 in 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 lookin' familiar
If they ask me how fly, I'ma tell ya
If you recognize a G, I should be lookin' familiar, yeah

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & Shante Franklin.

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