Mia Wallace

Wake up to the cleanin' lady knockin' and sh*t

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 sh*t 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,

n*gga don't need a 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'll be high, I'll be somewhere where them ounces be

California kush, New York smokin' sour D

Detroit bubba kush, ATL it's OG

Ask my n*gga Berner, err'body know me

Out in Amsterdam, Wizzle smokin' overseas

I'm gon' hit this bong for everyone 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