B.A.R.

[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 playing 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, blazing 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'mma 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 thing 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 smoking Let her keep the mid, I'mma 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'mma 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 flavors 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 Vibrate 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'mma 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...