Taylor Gang   paper planes   you know what i say, tell them to keep count   you other niggas speak bout   Lamborgini dreams, beach house wishes, pour bottles of champagene for my beach house bitches   It aint new to me that money boy I been bout. throwing 100s on the floor, i tell her keep   count. nigga they aint loving 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 his diamond do the shooting   for me. Im still riding with my main bitch she rolling the joints something old school playing   She love me, we fucking we in the fly free zone when some niggas will cap and save it.   I let her shop till she dropped dead sleeping in the crib wake up a decent pot plant   Short shorts and a pair of polo socks blazing with your bitch, if you wanna live smoke this      (Chorus-x3)      Im glad to be out the way in so long so long so long   I finally found me a closet photo photo   And im gonna float home float home float home float home   And im gonna float home float home float home float home float home      And I dont have much but I take all I got and thats what i give what i give   What I give in return is the money I earn and the life I live life i live   Im so gone as I burn after rolling after rolling and float home float home float home      Talk numbers I hire people to speak for me, if you love her hide your bitch so you   keep shorty ever fly private so much diamonds in my chain hella sky mileage   I feel asleep on a plane and never woke up and now im living the dream   Suckas hate hard hoes treat me like im a king they wanna live comfortably   sippin on champagene real niggas fuck with me so drama is not a thing   I gave my momma the osha told her anything that came through the door   open the whole clip im with your bitch smoking let her keep the mid   im gonna roll this potent hotel so close to the water you can even hear   the ocean. them bitches cant breathe beware them niggas with tatooed sleeves               Wanna smoke cause they know that I keep flavors tell me how them other niggas   lame and she love the cool breathe so she fucking with the taylors   wear Allstars and smoke papers iphone with no ringtone vibrator on play mode   palm trees and bompree road the weed burning but the money just flow   while im looking at your niggas fate light another L and pull the liqour   out the case niggas try and bail see me now they want to hate fly another plane   different city nother state my cash change the forecast as the team was half baked   before class now i smoke joints with other niggas hoes and this shit you burn after   you roll fool.