In The Middle Lyrics - How Fly - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

It's the planes and the the Taylor Gang! 

Fuckin' with the Chronic cause' the Chronic give me dopness 

Center of the camera focus 

Once the Car Service doors open 

I'm with a chick you only seen on magazine covers posing 

I really know this bitch 

I won't tell you I got it unless I could show you it 

I'm not gon' tell you about it unless I got through it 

Formula One car, code word for solo whip 

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you I'm cool 

Weed lit 

Lights flipped up on the Porsche 

The same model Tony escaped from the club with 

When them haters tried to knock him off 

That's cold 

Destroyer of the track I am Spitta Destro 

You in the club line obeying the dress code 

I drive by 

Bitches making googley eyes 

Google me Ma 

I do that music so beautifully huh? 

Believe that 

JETS nigga retweet that 

And In the Middle we stay calm we just drop bombs 

In the Middle we stay calm we just drop we just drop 

In the Middle we stay calm we just drop bombs 

In the Middle we stay calm we just drop we just drop 

Yeah 

Gang 

Plus 

Planes 

JETS Taylor Gang 

You know the slang 

Bad bitches feeding me Champagne 

Show up smelling like weed on the plane 

People cut they eyes but they don't say shit 

Rep Taylor Gang plus the Planes bitch 

Bad Bitches dig em cause' they know the flow so hot 

They be at my shows hoping one day they can meet us 

And maybe we'll smoke 

I ain't on no Hollywood shit 

You sexy and know how to handle your weed? 

You probably could bitch 

Bong rips send us to Hong Kong trips 

My life is a movie stick to the script 

Can tell that it's quality before its lit 

He is I and I am him 

Some bitches a lot of weed and gin 

Tattoos cover my skin 

Hoes scream Taylor Gang out they roof 

Plus they love the JETS music 

Lemme hear it