[Intro]

Fuck hoes everywhere we go

Taylor Gang, paper planes

Uh, they loving what I say

Tell her keep count

What you other niggas speak 'bout

[Verse 1]

Lamborghini dreams, beach house wishes

Pour bottles of champagne for my beach house bitches

It ain't new to me, that money, boy, I been 'bout throwing hundreds on the floor, I tell her keep count

Nigga, they in love with what I say 'cause I really live the life you other niggas speak 'bout

Got my cameraman, he down to do a movie for me

Couple niggas 'round, that's down to do the shooting for me

I'm still riding with my main bitch

She rolling a joint, something old school playin'

She love me, we fucking, we in the fly-free zone when some niggas will captain-save-it, I let her shop 'til she drop dead, sleeping in her crib

Wake up to decent pot plant, Jordan shorts and a pair of Polo socks, blazin' with your bitch, you wanna lift, smoke this

[Hook]

I'm glad to be here, I been waiting so long

I finally found me a cloud to float on and I'ma float on

And I don't have much, but I take all I got and that's what I give

What I get in return, is the money I earn and the life I live

I'm so gone

As I burn after rolling and float on

[Verse 2]

Don't 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, sipping on champagne

Real niggas fuck with me, so drama is not a thang

I gave my momma the old shit

Told her anything that come through the door to open the whole clip

I'm with your bitch smokin', let her keep the mid, I'ma roll this potent

Hotel so close to the water, you can even hear the ocean

Them bitches can't breathe

Beware them niggas with tattoo sleeves, plus; weed (Gang)

[Hook]

I'm glad to be here, I been waiting so long

I finally found me a cloud to float on and I'ma float on

And I don't have much, but I take all I got and that's what I give

What I get in return, is the money I earn and the life I live

I'm so gone

As I burn after rolling and float on

[Verse 3]

Wanna smoke 'cause they know that I keep flavours,

Tell me how them other niggas lame

And she love the cool crowd, so she fucking with the Taylors

Wear All-Stars and smoke papers

IPhone with no ringtones, wibrate or on plane mode

Palm trees, and bomb pre-rolled, the weed burning, but the money just fold

While I'm looking at you niggas face

Light another L, and pull the liquor out the case

Niggas try and fail, see me, now they wanna hate

Fly another plane, a different city, 'nother state

My cash change the forecast

As a teen was half-baked before class

Now I smoke joints with others niggas' hoes

And this shit you burn after you roll, fool

[Hook]

I'm glad to be here, I been waiting so long

I finally found me a cloud to float on and I'ma float on

And I don't have much, but I take all I got and that's what I give

What I get in return, is the money I earn and the life I live

I'm so gone

As I burn after rolling and float on