******' hoes everywhere we go
Taylor Gang, paper planes
Uh, they lovin' what 
I sayTell her keep count
What you other ******z speak bout[VERSE 1]
Lamborghini dreams, beach house wishes
Poor bottles of champagne for my beach house ******es
It ain't new to me, the money boy 
I been bout
Throwin 100's on the floor, 
I tell her keep count
******, they in love wit what 
I sayCuz I, really live the life you other ******z speak bout
Got my camera man, he down to do a movie for me
Couple ******z round us, down to do the shootin' for me
I'm still ridin' wit my main ******
She rollin' the joint, somethin' old school playin'
She love me, we ****** and we in the fly-free zone
When some ******z 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 ******, 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 ****** 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 ******z ****** 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 ****** smokin, let her keep the mid, 
I'ma roll this potent
Hotel so close to the water
You can even here the ocean
Them ******es can't breathe
Beware of them ******z wit tattoo sleeves[CHORUS][VERSE 3]
Wanna smoke, cuz they know that 
I keep flavors
Tell me how them other ******z lame
And she love the cool crowd, so she ******' with the 
TaylorsWear 
All-Stars and smoke papersi
Phone with no ringtones
Vibrate or on plane mode
Palm trees and bomb pre-rolls
The ****** burnin, but the money just fold
While I'm lookin at you ******z face
Light another 
L, and pull the liquor out the case
******z 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 ******z hoes, and this *******t you burn after you roll
Fool[CHORUS]