B.A.R.

[Intro] Fuck hoes everywhere we go Taylor Gang, paper planes Uh, they lovin 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 Throwin 100's on the floor, I tell her keep count Nigga, they in love wit 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 shootin for me I'm still ridin wit my main bitch She rollin a joint, somethin old-school playin She love me We fuckin, we in the fly-free zone When some niggas will captain-save-it I let her shop til she drop dead Sleepin in her crib, wake up, there be some pop playin 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 waitin 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 rollin And float on, and float on, 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 livin a dream Suckas hate hard, hoes treat me like I'm a king They wanna live comfortably, sippin on champagne Real niggas fuck with me, so drama is not a thang I gave my momma the ol' shit Told her anything that come through the door To open the whole clip I'm wit yo bitch smokin 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 wit tattoo sleeves [Hook] I'm glad to be here, I been waitin 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 rollin And float on, and float on, 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 fuckin 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 burnin, but the money just fold While I'm lookin 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 nigga's hoes And this shit you burn after you roll Fool [Hook] I'm glad to be here, I been waitin 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 rollin And float on, and float on, and float on...