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Florida Boy
Wiz Khalifa; Luh Tyler
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Uh, dog
Thanks, Cadz
Too tall
Yeah, yeah
Too tall
I'm a star
Too tall (Twenty-two)
Too tall (Dank Twizzle)
I'm a star (Yeah)
I'm a star
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'
Dank twistin', lookin' for her 'cause your bae missin'
Poppin' rubber bands and poppin' chrome tags
Hoppin' off the jet, that's why 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
Wake and bake, soon as I wake, I gotta smoke
Come to kush, I'm the G.O.A.T, I could teach you how to roll
Black truck, blowin' gas and we switchin' lanes
Gold teeth, Cuban links, and a lot of chains
Shades on in the club, I can't see a thing
Bankroll in my pocket, I can make it rain
Fuck her with my chains on while she watch 'em swang
Could've bust that bitch down, but I kept it plain
I jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane
I done jumped in my bag, now they know my name
If you ain't about your bag, then stay in your lane
I need a money counter, this shit on the floor
Takin' pictures with my fans in the corner store
This the life all these niggas really dreamin' for
This that real Florida music, get you in that mode
This that get money music, don't listen if you're broke
This that shit that make a nigga wanna beat the road
This that shit that make a nigga feel like, "Fuck these hoes"
You ain't never talkin' money, keep your mouth closed
Chase the money, nigga, and stop chasin' clout
'Fore you run into a drought, bro
Let these hoes trick 'em, now that nigga out, bro
Dumbass nigga
Black truck, blowin' gas and we switchin' lanes
Gold teeth, Cuban links, and a lot of chains
Shades on in the club, I can't see a thing
Bankroll in my pocket, I can make it rain
Fuck her with my chains on while she watch 'em swang
Could've bust that bitch down, but I kept it plain
I jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane
I done jumped in my bag, now they know my name
This that real Florida music, get you in that mode
This that get money music, don't listen if you're broke
This that shit that make a nigga wanna 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
Don't listen if you're broke
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