florida boy

Wiz Khalifa

Uh (dog) , uh (thanks Yakree)
222 (dog, yeah) , 222 (dog) , I ma step a few (dog)
222 (dog, uh) , 222 (dog, it s wizzle, hahaha)
I ma step a few (yeah) , I ma step a few (dog)

I ain t gettin on the plane less my gang in
Customs wanna check my bag cause my chain in it
Say they want that old Wiz but I m the same nigga
You could have a billion dollars and still be a lame nigga
I m Picasso with the pot flow, I just paint pictures
Smoke weed every day, once out the month I drink liquor
When I switch the lane it might look like my paint drippin
Dang twistin , lookin for her cause your bae missin
Poppin rubber bands and poppin Chrome tags
Hoppin off the jet, that s I m jet lagged
Show my passport then I m movin past
BMF, I m blowin marijuana fast
Even if they tell me not to, I ma smoke
Got my money up, I m never goin broke
Wakin back, soon as I wake I gotta smoke
Come to Kush, I m the GOAT, I could teach you how to roll

Black truck, blowin gas
and we switchin lanes (switchin lanes)
Gold teeth, Cuban links, and a lot of chains (skii)
Shades on in the club, I can t see a thing (on God)
Bankroll in my pocket, I can make it rain (make it rain)
Fuck her with my chains on while she watch em swang (ugh)
Could ve bust that bitch down, but I kept it plain (ice)
I jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane
I done jumped in my bag
now they know my name (they know my name)

If you ain t about your bag
then stay in your lane (stay in your lane)
I need a money counter, this shit on the floor (floor)
Takin pictures with my fans in the corner store (yeah)
This the life all these niggas really dreamin for (no cap)
This that real Florida music
get you in that mode (in that mode)
This that get-money music
don t listen if you re broke (if you re broke)
This that shit that make a nigga
wanna beat the road (beat the road)
This that shit that make a nigga
feel like fuck these hoes (fuck these hoes)
You ain t never talkin money
keep your mouth closed (mouth closed)
Chase some money, nigga
and stop chasin clout
fore you run into a drought, bro (yeah)
Let these hoes trick him
now that nigga bout broke, huh, yeah (dumb-ass nigga)

Black truck, blowin gas
and we switchin lanes (switchin lanes)
Gold teeth, Cuban links
and a lot of chains (a lot of chains)
Shades on in the club
I can t see a thing (can t see a thing)
Bankroll in my pocket, I can make it rain (can make it rain)
Fuck her with my chains on while she watch em swang (ugh)
Could ve bust that bitch down, but I kept it plain (on God)
I jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane (on a plane)
I done jumped in my bag, now they know my name (skii)

This that real Florida music, get you in that mode (yeah)
This that get-money music
don t listen if you re broke (if you re broke)
This that shit that make a nigga
wanna beat the road (beat the road)
This that shit that make a nigga feel like fuck these hoes
Feel like fuck these hoes
This that shit that make a nigga wanna beat the road
Yeah, don t listen if you re broke