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    Fuckin' hoes everywhere we go
    Taylor Gang, paper planes
    Uh, they lovin' what I say
    Tell her keep count
    What you other niggaz speak bout

    [VERSE 1]
    Lamborghini dreams, beach house wishes
    Poor bottles of champagne for my beach house bitches
    It ain't new to me, the money boy I been bout
    Throwin 100's on the floor, I tell her keep count
    Nigga, they in love wit what I say
    Cuz I, really live the life you other niggaz speak bout
    Got my camera man, he down to do a movie for me
    Couple niggaz round us, down to do the shootin' for me
    I'm still ridin' wit my main bitch
    She rollin' the joint, somethin' old school playin'
    She love me, we fuck and we in the fly-free zone
    When some niggaz 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 bitch, you wanna live smoke this

    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 bitch 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
    Suckas hate hard, hoes treat me like I'm a king
    They wanna live comfortably, sippin on champagne
    Real niggaz fuck 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 bitch smokin, let her keep the mid, I'ma roll this potent
    Hotel so close to the water
    You can even here the ocean
    Them bitches can't breathe
    Beware of them niggaz wit tattoo sleeves


    [VERSE 3]
    Wanna smoke, cuz they know that I keep flavors
    Tell me how them other niggaz lame
    And she love the cool crowd, so she fuckin' 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 niggaz face
    Light another L, and pull the liquor out the case
    Niggaz 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 class
    Now I smoke joints wit others niggaz hoes, and this shit you burn after you roll


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