Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – The Planes Lyrics

The Planes

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

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"The Planes." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 10:26 am

Album: How Fly

Track No: 04

Yeah
Ask yourself
How fly?
I guarantee you leave the club with us, you won't be the same
They can't help it, come on, them bitches know it's the planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say?
That money will be seen as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fucking ceilin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fucking ceilin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My car ride by without the boomin' system
I'd rather spend that loot on my engine
Oh, hail to the chief, I've been one hell of an Indian
But settlin' in teepees ain't sittin' well with me, see
I need plenty green acres and E-Z Wider papers
Got that OG game in me, Sega, Bulls versus Blazers
To the left I played her, but you treat her right
Sucker, what I get in one night you wait a couple months for
You love her, I cut up
She woke and I was gone, only weed crumbs on the cover
Yeah, Spitta did it like that, just how I said it in my raps
Respect it, don't I keep it real?
Said I fuck you good and disappear, ain't that what I did?
**** talkin' down on the planes better shut up
I'm fed up, waitin' on valet to pull my 'Vette up
You better get up, tryna be cute, bitch, I'ma leave you
Her homegirl, she said, "Please" too, she no crazy
I guarantee you leave the club with us, you won't be the same
They can't help it, come on, them bitches know it's the planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say?
That money will be seen as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fucking ceilin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fucking ceilin', yeah, uh
Drunk nights goin' through my phone
Tryna figure out which one I wanna get at
You already home cookin' and grindin' my weed for me
I just left the club, but I'll be there in a minute
Take the lock off the door, and
That way you won't even have to listen for me
Oh, yeah, and leave some light on in the kitchen, darlin'
I mess with the baddest hoes, gotta go overseas to buy their clothes
Trees, she got 'em rolled
Don't gotta deal with jealousy 'cause she not involved
Ain't trippin' on her man 'cause she got her own, yeah
Independent as can be, still I'm the one they callin'
Be there, then I'm in the wind, no breakfast in the mornin'
Fill, I'm in and out like it's fast food
Get to know me, say I'm more than just a rap dude
Pay the cost to be the boss, no tax due
Now my money feelin' like it's tattooed, yeah
I guarantee you leave the club with us, you won't be the same
They can't help it, come on, them bitches know it's the planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say?
That money will be seen as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fucking ceilin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fucking ceilin', yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & Shante Franklin.

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