I am in the air*

All I want is the money

And I see it so clear

W**d in my grinder

Mind on a million

Taylor gang in the planes

You know it over the building

They ask me how fly

I'm gonna tell you

You recognize the G

I Should be lookin familiar

Party and chillin'

And fast living

How I'm supposed to Now the choices giving

I chose to leave the club with a couple of h*es

Who love to smoke trees rolling the easy wider papers

Maintain a low speed

How shell I proceed

Come from a city where niggers ain't got a life

But got a lot

So I be low key

Money h*es clothes is all a n****are knows

Don't bring a nug I blow it by the O

I hit the road cause s**t is exactly how it seems

I had to sleep and now me

I've been living on my dream

M*******a My surround my

My camera catch the scene

Fresh above the plain

Think another paper

Shorty wanna ride with me

As bad as I wanna take her

Put you on B***h

Taken pics with the planes

And send them to their friends

We demand on a million