Mia Wallace
Ah
Uh
Wake up to the cleanin' lady knockin' and shit
I close the door, so I could bake up
'Cause yesterday we, partied the night away
Stumbled in close to fo'
Room full of expensive bags, still all the shit on the flo'
When that's just how you live when your wife's a model (your wife's a model)
Smoke a pound soon as we touch down
Do same thing twice tomorrow (twice tomorrow)
Not to mention what I spend in the club
Nigga, don't even price the bottle (price the bottle)
I promise my weed exotic
All my tree is fire, when you see me, I'm just
Floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating
Down the street, pound a beat, I smoke a pound a week
Heard about it, don't believe, come to my house and see
I be high, I be somewhere where them ounces be
California kush, New York smokin' sour D
Detroit bubba kush, ATL it's OG
Ask my nigga Berner, err'body know me
Out in Amsterdam, Wizzle smokin' overseas (overseas)
I'ma hit this bong for everyone who smoke trees
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating
You said a lot
I'ma translate just for the people
That phone been ringing
Hahahaha
They, they wanna know who
Who could get up with Taylor Gang, right?
And I mean, I'ma-, listen, I imagine these labels
Is really throwing some things at you right now for your
Business mind, as well as your artistry
I don't know how to say it, we don't have shit
You know what I'm saying? When we start out, we don't have shit
So we really make due with what we have
And in turn, that turns into like million-dollar corporations
But what labels don't have is that
That mind frame and that spark that makes that million dollar
You know what I'm saying?
They know how to manifest that and make more millions off of that
But they don't have that spark-
Uh
Wake up to the cleanin' lady knockin' and shit
I close the door, so I could bake up
'Cause yesterday we, partied the night away
Stumbled in close to fo'
Room full of expensive bags, still all the shit on the flo'
When that's just how you live when your wife's a model (your wife's a model)
Smoke a pound soon as we touch down
Do same thing twice tomorrow (twice tomorrow)
Not to mention what I spend in the club
Nigga, don't even price the bottle (price the bottle)
I promise my weed exotic
All my tree is fire, when you see me, I'm just
Floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating
Down the street, pound a beat, I smoke a pound a week
Heard about it, don't believe, come to my house and see
I be high, I be somewhere where them ounces be
California kush, New York smokin' sour D
Detroit bubba kush, ATL it's OG
Ask my nigga Berner, err'body know me
Out in Amsterdam, Wizzle smokin' overseas (overseas)
I'ma hit this bong for everyone who smoke trees
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Smoke trees (smoke trees)
Floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating
You said a lot
I'ma translate just for the people
That phone been ringing
Hahahaha
They, they wanna know who
Who could get up with Taylor Gang, right?
And I mean, I'ma-, listen, I imagine these labels
Is really throwing some things at you right now for your
Business mind, as well as your artistry
I don't know how to say it, we don't have shit
You know what I'm saying? When we start out, we don't have shit
So we really make due with what we have
And in turn, that turns into like million-dollar corporations
But what labels don't have is that
That mind frame and that spark that makes that million dollar
You know what I'm saying?
They know how to manifest that and make more millions off of that
But they don't have that spark-
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