f**in' hoes everywhere we go
Taylor Gang, paper planes
Uh, they lovin' what I say
Tell her keep count
What you other n***az speak bout
[VERSE 1]
Lamborghini dreams, beach house wishes
Poor bottles of champagne for my beach house b**hes
It ain't new to me, the money boy I been bout
Throwin 100's on the floor, I tell her keep count
n***a, they in love wit what I say
Cuz I, really live the life you other n***az speak bout
Got my camera man, he down to do a movie for me
Couple n***az round us, down to do the shootin' for me
I'm still ridin' wit my main b**h
She rollin' the joint, somethin' old school playin'
She love me, we f** and we in the fly-free zone
When some n***az will captain-save-it
I let her shop till she drop dead
Sleepin' in her crib, wake up to decent pot plan
Jordan shorts and a pear of polo socks, blazin'
Wit yo b**h, you wanna live smoke this
[CHORUS]
I'm glad to be here, I been waitin' so long (so long, so long)
I finally found me a cloud to float on (float on)
And I'ma float on (float on)
Float on (float on)
And I'ma float on (float on)
Float on, float on, float on
And I don't have much, but I'll take all I got and that's what I give (what I give)
What I get in return is the money I earn, and the life I live (life I live)
I'm so gone as I burn after rolling (after rolling)
And float on, and float on, and float on
[VERSE 2]
Talk numbers, I hire people to speak for me
If you love her, then hide your b**h so you keep shorty
Ever fly private
So much diamonds in my chain, hella sky mileage
I fell asleep on a plane
And never woke up, and now I'm living a dream
s**as hate hard, hoes treat me like I'm a king
They wanna live comfortably, sippin on champagne
Real n***az f** with me, so drama is not a thing
I gave my momma the ocean
Told her anything to come through the door to open the whole clip
I'm wit yo b**h smokin, let her keep the mid, I'ma roll this potent
Hotel so close to the water
You can even here the ocean
Them b**hes can't breathe
Beware of them n***az wit tattoo sleeves
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Wanna smoke, cuz they know that I keep flavors
Tell me how them other n***az lame
And she love the cool crowd, so she f**in' with the Taylors
Wear All-Stars and smoke papers
IPhone with no ringtones
Vibrate or on plane mode
Palm trees and bomb pre-rolls
The weed burnin, but the money just fold
While I'm lookin at you n***az face
Light another L, and pull the liquor out the case
n***az try and fail, see me now they wanna hate
Fly another plane, a different city, another state
My cash change the forecast
As the team was half-baked before cla**
Now I smoke joints wit others n***az hoes, and this sh** you burn after you roll
Fool
[CHORUS]