Wiz Khalifa - B.A.R. lyrics

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]