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Wake up to the cleaning lady knocking and shit I close the door so I can bake up Cause yesterday we, partied the night away, stumbled in close to four Room full of expensive bags, still all the shit on the floor But that's just how you live when your wife's a model Smoke a pound soon as we touch down, do the same thing twice tomorrow Not to mention what I spend in the club, nigga don't need a price to bottle I promise all my weed's exotic ??, all my tree is ??, 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 of weed Heard about it, don't believe, come to my house and see I'll be high, I'll be somewhere where them ounces be California kush, new york smoking sour d Detroit bubble kush, atl is og Ask my nigga burner, err'body know me Out in Amsterdam, wiz is smoking overseas I'm gon' hit this blunt for anyone who 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 From Letras Mania