[Hook] You can be my superstar We can do anything we wanted Whoo-ooowhooo
[Intro] Taylor Gang, Paper Planes Don't forget the Champagne
Lamborghini wangs too, oh yeah
Come on and fly with your boy You look like
[Verse 1] Yeah, what say you my dear We drink get drunk go straight to the crib Got a thing for Ms. Thang over there Them yellow diamonds lead straight to the whips Entrepreneur, got straight to the biz Jumped in my car, spaceship that is And we fly out, them expensive things that we try out, Most lie about You got me like Ne-Yo gone girl, Do your own thing, I can see in your own world Got my homeboys bring three of your homegirls And Shawty we gonna do this shit right I'm trying to find a bottle of anything that you like The waiting got no time I'm trying to take you tonight And if you wanna roll, then maybe we can go I ain't showing off this is really my life, yeah.
[Hook] Leave with us never be the same, you rocking with the planes
Yeah, bottles going off and I ain't concerned with how much it's gonna cost me I'm-a take it straight probably order you along me Waiter bring the drinks I'm-a roll some of this bomb weed Somewhere in outer space or somewhere under a Palm. Tree. The flyest thing you ever been On. Me. And them other niggas claim to be the planes But how they leave them laying when they're On. Me. No fuel, though my swag is sicker than no cure Maybe it's all the alcohol making me so sure Damn, well baby we cop them brochures we gonna shop at those stores Presidential pan on top of those floors Say you got friends I got lots of homeboys Ain't enough to smoke until like I do So come to my hotel bring your friends and maybe they can get high too.
[Hook] Leave with us never be the same, you rocking with the planes