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    Yeaahh bitch
    The jets and the taylor gang
    Champagne, paper planes
    You already know what it is man
    Young khalifa, my nigga spitta
    Yeah

    Only living material, as long as
    The money straight they wanna see me fall
    But I got a crib that's over looking the city though
    When a lot of bitches who wanna get in our videos
    Ten to twelve hour long trips, bong rips
    I ain't interested in what you sellin I run my own shit
    Made it through a long list, did my all
    Some will talk slick, but no contest, I'm dead stressed
    That's why the bitches love me
    She leavin you to come where the liquor and drugs be

    I'm glass floor now you passport
    And over seas we watchin the sun rise
    Smoke a joint out on the beach
    Write my name in the sand, I
    Never beena nigga who had a lucky nothin you can say everything I planned out
    Now stand out
    I fell asleep on the plane and woke
    Up to people screamin my name

    No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
    But I never put my foot on the brake oh no
    I nnever put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
    I don' think it's wrong (jets)
    Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow (nigga)
    But I never put my foot on the break
    Oh no (it's the planes and the taylor gang)
    I never put my foot on the break oh no
    Ah no oh (got your bitches slippin off their wedding rings)

    Livin the life is just me
    Some bitches my niggas in a crib full of vices
    But I don't do drugs, just weed
    Caution flags wave, and fuck it I still speed
    And proceed to give them what they waitin for
    Daytona 500 guess who lightin joints up in the race car
    Play hard, but I work way harder to afford
    Boats, put your women on the water let 'em boogie board
    Slightly older still, sexy broad, think give me more
    Just strip for me without the tease, give me more

    Still rockin golden eye on the nintendo 64
    Sayin they don't make 'em like this anymore
    Same goes for my whip, same goes for my kicks, rare
    And I don't rush to the store, they save me a pair
    Yeah, a nigga livin in the air
    Spending more time in the clouds then I spend on the ground
    Do the opposite, fuck takin advice from these clowns
    That's why I mash the gas when they tell me slow down

    No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
    But I never put my foot on the brake oh no
    I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
    I don' think it's wrong
    Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow
    But I never put my foot on the break oh no
    I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh

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