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