| Gettin' paid’s just a regular thing to us
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| Cause if it ain’t gettin' money, it’s strange to us
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| And if you don’t wanna smoke, you ain’t gotta pay
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| Rolling up by myself trying to find a way
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| Floating away, floating away
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| Floating away, floating away
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| I, swear I got so high, last night I don’t remember going to sleep
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| But I do know that these louis’s go in my feet
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| And the critics they found how these lyrics do go over beats
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| Twenty-k shopping when dude go overseas
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| Smoking weed in the most expensive suite
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| Even though we ain’t supposed to be living anywhere close to these people
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| How they gon' hate on me, I got more bread than most of these people
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| Don’t wish that on my enemies, I pour a toast for 'em
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| And keep positive energy and have a smoke for 'em
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| Bombay and high-grade liquor for my niggas
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| Never seen a ghost in person, now she riding in one
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| Never seen a ghost in person, cost me five figures
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| That’s like fifty g’s a person if you ridin' with us
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| To the sky’s limits
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| Roll some weed, and get high with winners
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| My niggas eating when it’s time for dinner
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| Gettin' paid’s just a regular thing to us
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| Cause if it ain’t gettin' money, it’s strange to us
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| And if you don’t wanna smoke, you ain’t gotta pay
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| Rolling up by myself trying to find a way
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| Floating away, floating away
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| Floating away, floating away |